The Hybrid and The Werewolf

THE CASKET GIRLS

Hayley is standing in front of a mirror, trying to fasten the zipper on the vintage wedding dress she's found. Nyx appears at the door behind her

Nyx: Would you like some help?

Hayley: You might need to use all your hybrid strength.

Nyx: Allow me.

She moves behind her and moves the zipper up trailing her fingers up Hayley's back sending shivers up her spine

Hayley: Thanks. Not too many pregnant Casket Girls, I guess.

Nyx: I think you look lovely. Only I would...

She kisses her on the shoulder making Hayley bite her bottom lip.

Hayley: I know, keep the freaky werewolf birthmark covered.

Nyx: Well, I don't suspect any of the riff-raff here would dare lay a hand on you, knowing you're under the protection of my family. Still, you shouldn't take any chances.

Hayley meets her eyes in the mirror

Hayley: All knocked up and ready to go

Nyx: You know... if you wanted the attend the festivities tonight, I would be more than willing to take you.

Hayley: Hmm... you and Elijah are barely on speaking terms. Let's not rock the boat, okay?

Nyx: Of course.

She trails the zipper down then wraps her arms around her waist, Hayley looks over her shoulder and kisses her lips

Hayley: I love you

Nyx: I love you, Little Wolf.

LIVING ROOM

Nyx: You don't have to be Sherlock Holmes to know the obvious. Our secret weapon has escaped.

Marcel: She wouldn't just leave. She knows the witches want her back.

Elijah appears from around the corner, and Marcel turns towards him

Elijah: Her violin is missing. She may have left of her own volition.

Marcel: What did you say to her in the attic? She lied to my face so she could stay up there, thinking that you'd help her control her magic. How do we know you didn't take her?

Nyx: I am certain the boring noble one has no idea where she is. Can you back away and shut up, Marcel

Marcel eyes Elijah for a moment before turning away

Elijah: I can assure you I have absolutely no desire to see that child come into harm's way. She's suffered enough with this Harvest ritual nonsense.

Nyx: That child, to whom you refer to so affectionately, is the most powerful witch in New Orleans. If she's fled, what's to stop her from destroying us? In fact, destroying all we've worked for? No, if she's not a friend to this family, then she is our enemy.

Marcel: She is a friend, Nyx

Nyx: Well, let's hope so. Lucky for you, I know how to get her back. Follow my lead.

She leaves, and Marcel is about to follow when Elijah stops him

Elijah: You know how Niklaus operates. If she perceives a threat, she can become quite ruthless. This would not bode well for Davina.

Marcel: I'm not going to let anybody lay a finger on her.

Elijah: Nor will I.

In the courtyard, Hayley and Rebekah are rifling through several old chests of clothes while they search for a Casket Girls Festival outfit to wear