The Hybrid and The Werewolf

BLOODLETTING

COMPOUND

Nyx and Elijah enter the courtyard. Nyx walks behind Felicia and snaps her neck. The whole room goes silent

Nyx: Good evening! I'd like a word.

Marcel: What do you think you're doing?

Elijah: It appears that we've interrupted a collection of filthy amateurs! We've come here for the girl. Give it to us, or we kill everyone here... starting with you.

Marcel: You two got a lot of nerve, coming into my home and making demands.

Nyx: [smiles fakely] Your home, is it?

Elijah: [angry] The girl! I will not ask again.

Marcel: I assume you're talking about Hayley? Yea high, dark hair, bitchy attitude? Who is she, anyway?

Nyx: That doesn't matter to you! WHERE IS SHE?!!!

Marcel: Well, I ain't got her. And before you start whining, I did pay her a little visit earlier tonight. I was feeling nostalgic, so I took a trip out to the plantation where I used to be a slave. And, imagine my surprise when I realized that the Original family of vampires had taken up residence. Your girl, Hayley, answered the door, we exchanged hellos, that was it. You don't believe me? Look around. Hell, I'll even help you find her. But the question that I'd ask is: if Hayley isn't here, then where is she?

LATER

Elijah and Nyx are sitting in the courtyard. Some of the vampire fighters are milling around the compound

Elijah: Not the most attractive community, are they?

Nyx: You do realize they can hear you?

Elijah: You do realize I don't care?

Marcel appears, followed by some vampires, and the witch, Sabine

Marcel: You know, Elijah, I liked you better in that box.

He turns to Nyx

Marcel: But Nyx, my sire, you I owe the world, and I always show respect to my elders. If your special lady friend is missing, you could benefit from the help of a witch. And, since I control all the witches in this town, I'll grant you one little locator spell. Sabine's the best guide in the Quarter. Need to find someone? I guarantee, she's your girl.

Marcel turns to leave them to their business

Nyx: [confused] Where are you going?

Marcel: I hate to cut this short, but the sun's coming up soon. My nightwalkers need to get inside, and I have got a city to run. I leave you to track down your lost sheep.

Elijah: [to Sabine] Can you find her?

Sabine: I can try.

LATER

Elijah and Nyx re crowded around a small table, where Sabine waves her hands over a map. As she casts the locator spell, a puddle of Nyx' blood traces across the map from their current location to where Hayley is being held in the Bayou

Sabine: She's in the back country. Way up past Houma, deep in the Bayou.

Elijah: I don't suppose you could be more precise?

Nyx: What's the matter, Elijah? You're worried a bit of splashing about in the bog might ruin your expensive shoes?

Elijah: As a matter of fact, after my recent confinement, I could use a decent stroll through the countryside.

Sabine: There are stories of exiled werewolves, encampments. If Hayley went out that far, chances are she went to find them.

Nyx: No matter how stubborn she is, she would never go anywhere without informing me.