Hayley glared down at Clara de Martel, lying on the couch. Her arms folded across her chest and he teeth clenched angrily. How dare she walk around like she didn't do anything. She killed Hayley's husband in cold blood. Her fists clenched angrily. With a small, but sharp, pocket knife, she slit the vampires throats before she realized what she was even doing. Blood poured down Clara's throat and traveled under her neck, soaking her dark hair in her own blood.
Lucien appeared in the room with a furious expression.
"What the bloody hell are you doing to my girlfriend?"
Hayley dropped the knife quickly and stepped back away from Clara. The bleeding stopped, but she was still covered in her own blood and Hayley didn't feel a thing.
She didn't care.
"Still angry about her killing your little mutt?"
Hayley flew over to the still weak Lucien and grabbed his throats tightly. "Don't you dare talk about him like that?"
He was unfazed by her attempt at an attack. "You stupid little girl." Lucien said, his hand grabbed her wrists and-- despite him still being weak from desiccating-- squeezed them tightly. "I am centuries older than you so I suggest you leave my girlfriend alone before I give her the payback she so deserves for that little stunt you pulled." He said menacingly before downing his final bloodbag.
Desiccating in a closet wasn't the greatest feeling in the world, but it was something he could handle after a few blood bags. It was the sight of Aurora becoming someone he didn't recognize and seeing Clara lying on the floor unconscious and covered in blood that he couldn't handle. But his worries and anxieties all came out in anger. He wanted to think more of where she-- her mind-- was at the moment but he knew there were more important things at hand. He faced Hayley again. "We've got other things to focus on. Right, Marcel?"
Marcel came in with an angry expression and was bombarded with accusations about what happened to his sire.
"I had no idea that Aya was gonna take Klaus and Elijah down!" Marcel had insisted, appalled that Hayley would even think such a thing. He turned to glare at Lucien. "And regardless, why the hell are we trusting this guy all of a sudden, huh? He's the one who ran off with Aurora the first chance he got."
"You can hardly fault a man for following his heart. Yet, the moment she started raving about firing white oak into Klaus, well... Words were said, hearts broken, veins drained." Lucien said weakly, then turned to Clara. "I realized it's Clara that I want. Aurora was just-" he waved his hand around with a sour expression, "-Familiar. I'd appreciate if Clara not hear of this."
Hayley turned back to Marcel. "You're one to talk about trust-- who was it that handed my dead husband's heart to the people that helped murder him?"
"I bought your life with that heart. But hey, you know what? You called me here, so if you have another plan? Please, let's hear it." Marcel retorted, passive aggressively.
"It's simple." She stated. "We storm the coven house, stop the Strix from completing the de-siring spell. Period."
"Okay. Well, that's easy for you to say. You're not sired by anybody, are you?"
"It's not just about de-siring..." Lucien added seriously. "We've got to stop an execution."
Marcel made a face and walked over to him with a skeptical look. "What are you talking about?"
"A lovesick teenage witch with a runner-up heart is somehow going to break the sire link?" Lucien's voice dripped with arrogance. "I'm sorry, but your darling Davina is in over her head, and Aya knows this. She will let Davina de-sire both brothers, then test the spell's success by firing a white oak bullet into Klaus' heart. I mean, it's win-win for her-- if you live, Marcel, we'll, she's won. If not, at least she's eliminated the rival sireline, including me."
