The Hybrid and The Werewolf

THE RIVER IN REVERSE

An elaborate breakfast has been set up in the dining room of the plantation house. Rebekah and Nyx sit across from each other at the table, which is full of fruit and pastries.

Nyx gently feeds Hayley one of the pastries, the werewolf sucks on her finger with a seductive look in her eyes

Hayley: So good

Nyx: Have you spoken to our good friend Marcel today?

Rebekah: [plays dumb] No, should I have?

Nyx: He's been mysteriously silent-- avoiding me, some might say. I thought perhaps he may have whispered reasons into your ear. Along with all of those sweet nothings.

Rebekah: If I see him, I'll be sure to ask if he's still sore at you.

Nyx: Let me give a voice to that look in your eyes. [She starts mocking her] "My saintly noble brother lies writhing in agony in the Bayou, victim of my bastard sister's bite, when just one or two drops of her blood would ease his pain."

Rebekah: On the contrary, Nik, I am simply enjoying my brekkie, waiting for Elijah's healthy return.

Nyx: Oh, come on Rebekah, you've been giving me the devil's eye all morning. Out with it!

Rebekah: Perhaps I'm concerned that if I voice my opinion about what you did to Elijah, I will end up on the wrong side of your toxic hybrid teeth.

She looks at Hayley

Rebekah: How could you just let her bite Elijah?

Hayley: Elijah was being creepy. He deserved it

Rebekah: Elijah isn't creepy.

Nyx: Poppycock! I would never bite you. Elijah made some very offensive accusations about my intentions towards our child. He deserves a day or two of discomfort. Besides, you know my preferred method of punishment for your indiscretions is the dagger.

Rebekah smirks as she stands up from her seat

Rebekah: There is something fundamentally wrong with you.

She walks out of the room. Nyx smirks pulling Hayley closer to her

Nyx: Now we're alone at last, Little Wolf

Hayley: That we are.

She smashes their lips together in a fiery passionate kiss. Nyx slides her hand up her thigh while Hayley tangles her fingers in her hair.

LATER

Nyx drinks bourbon while talking to Cami in the study.

Nyx: They have all forsaken me. My siblings are as deceitful in disease just as my parents ever were. Accusing me of using my baby for my own gain, trusting others before their own blood.

Cami: [tired and frustrated] Would a laptop kill you?

Nyx: That typewriter was good enough for Hemingway.

Cami: I see the resemblance. Booze and random acts of violence.

Nyx: Elijah and Rebekah have cut to the quick with their vicious lies about me. And all I've done is tried to win this battle of wills over Marcel's control of the Quarter in order to reclaim our home.

She looks at Cami, who has stopped working

Nyx: Type, please!

Cami: What's the point? You just repeat the same thing over and over again. Rebekah's out to get you. Elijah's out to get you. Is there anyone who isn't plotting your downfall? I doubt you trust your own reflection.