The Hybrid and The Werewolf

SAVIORS AND SAINTS

MIKAELSON MANSION

Hayley is sitting on the couch covered up with a blanket, reading a book when Nyx walks into the room

Nyx: How's the tea?

Hayley: It's helping. Though I do wanna puke at the smell of anything though

Nyx chuckles holding out her hand wiggling her fingers, Hayley smiles lacing their hands together and stands up.

Nyx: Pregnancy makes you so much more beautiful then you already are, little wolf.

Hayley: Such a charmer, baby.

Nyx: I try

They lean in, Hayley places her hand on the side of her face and their lips meet in a loving passionate kiss.

Nyx: Those witches tried to kill you, Love. I'd prefer for Marcel's informant not to find anything that would lead him back to us, to her, or to... you know... [She points at Hayley's stomach] our daughter

Hayley chuckles

Nyx: What's the list down to?

Hayley: About 50. I can't decide

Nyx: We'll find the perfect name for our daughter. I know we will. Stay safe until I return.

Hayley smiles leaning up on her tip toes and kisses her

Hayley: You be safe too. I love you

Nyx: I love you too, little wolf.

BAYOU BAR

Nyx is standing in front of the bar, where she's calling Rebekah on her phone

Nyx: What's the matter Rebekah? You cross that I'm out with your ex?

Rebekah [annoyed] What is all that dreadful hillbilly ruckus in the background?

Nyx: According to the dreadful signage, it's Big Auggie's Bayou Bar.

Rebekah Well, order up a few rounds of moonshine and steer clear of the dead witches for a few. The witch is on a burial mission, your baby mama is on a spirit quest, and I'm keeping Elijah's promise to keep her safe. So, stall, please?

She hangs up. Nyx rolls her eyes and enters the bar and joins Marcel at the bar

Marcel: Everything okay?

Nyx: Oh, just the usual. Temperamental sister. So, where's your informant?

Marcel: Tomas? He's out sniffin' around. Grab a drink, and then we'll chase him down.

Nyx: Well, I suppose it will give us a chance to talk things over, like why you haven't returned Elijah. Maybe your young witch has grown partial to his company? She must get so bored.

Marcel: You never stop, do you?

Nyx: You never answer, do you?

Marcel: Why're you so curious about Davina?

Nyx: If I had a 16-year-old all-powerful witch at my beck and call, you would wonder about her, too.

Marcel: [smiles fakely] You're never gonna get her.

Nyx: Okay, okay. I'll ask the harmless questions, then. How did you meet her?

Marcel: [laughs] That might surprise you. This was eight months ago, before I banned the witches from using magic. Relations between vampires and witches weren't what you'd you call friendly, by any means, but let's just say we were a little less... divided. In fact, some of us were getting along just fine.