Marshall not Mikaelson (Being rewritten atm)

"Dude, I think he's really dead,"

What does the kiss of death feel like? Does it pull you forcefully? Ripping you from the life you've always known? Or does it peacefully guide you to the afterlife? 

That same night.

"Hello, are you, Nurse McCall?" Hayley asked the woman with curly brown hair sitting behind a computer desk.

"Yes, but you can call me Mellissa." She said standing up from behind the desk.

"Hayley Marshall," Hayley said holding out her hand. They shook hands.

"You're the new supervisor for Social Services," Mellisa said.

"Yeah, I mostly deal with communications and outreach," she shrugged. 

Hayley had a length of experience in community service. Starting with mentoring young wolves in the bayou to social outreach across New Orleans. She worked with churches, schools, and hospitals. Hayley enjoyed working with young people and granting them the support she wished she had growing up. Through a generous check from the Mikaelson family funds and support from the community, she developed a mentoring and outreach program in NOLA designed to help homeless and high-risk adolescents and orphans. HOPE, the program was named, a tribute to the youngest Mikelson.  

Hayley did not know how she was planning to cope with leaving it all, if not for the stepping up of the eldest Mickelson. HOPE is now in the hands of Freya and her wife Keelin, two of the kindest-hearted people Hayley has known. Yet it was still painful to leave it all.

"I just needed to collect some blood bags from a past blood donation, and was told to see you," Hayley explained holding up a portable picnic cooler. 

"Of course. Give me one second and I'll lead the way." Mellissa spoke, her tired eyes locked on the bright blue screen in front of her. 

Hayley assumed she was finishing up some charting. Even though the day nurse's shift ended a little over an hour ago. It seems the job of a health caretaker is never truly complete.

They began their journey, walking from the nurse's station to the east wing, which houses equipment and other storage in the hospital.

 "Did you recently move to Beacon Hills?" the kind nurse initiated a conversation with the new hire.

"Yes, my daughter and I moved here over the summer from New Orleans," Hayley explained

"Wow must be a big change coming from a fast-paced city like that," Mellisa laughed, Hayley gave a genuine smile."Beacon Hills is a pretty quaint town but you'll grow to like the serenity. -I however have no time for quiet and have my hands full with two teenage boys. Always getting in trouble."

They rounded a corner.

"Trust me I get it. My daughter is sixteen- attends the local high school" She sympathies with the fellow mother of a teenager. The two women had no idea just how much they had in common in the department of troubled teens.

"Same with my boys. They are actually at the Beacon Hills High lacrosse game as we speak." 

"I assume lacrosse is pretty popular, my daughter went to the same game as well," 

They arrived at the blood storage unit, and Mellissa demonstrated to Hayley how to open to door using her badge and access code. They entered the cold room, lined with freezes on every wall. Then she explained how the blood bags are organized by type and Rh positivity and negativity. 

"Well, here you go," 

"Thank you!" Hayley gave a tight smile avoiding eye contact. The veins of bloodlust threatened to unveil themselves. Maybe they did, but for no more than a second. Only a second. She has had years to master her blood lust, but being in a room full of fresh blood washed her in a sense of euphoria.