New Orleans Little Angel

SINNER AND SAINTS

GRAVEYARD

Sophie is in the cemetery, packing various bottles of magical ingredients into her backpack, when Hayley enters the mausoleum

Sophie: Hey. What the hell?

Hayley: You're going out there anyway, aren't you? I wanna go with you.

Sophie: No, thanks. Already got assaulted by Klaus this morning. Don't need a repeat.

Hayley: What if whatever is responsible for all those dead witches is still out there? We've already established that it likes me and hates witches, so you'll be safer with me.

Sophie: Sorry if I'm not buying your sudden concern for my safety.

Hayley blocks the exit, forcing Sophie to stop and listen to her

Hayley: Listen. The whole reason I came to this stupid town in the first place was to learn more about my family. Your sister's the one that told me Marcel ran the werewolves out of the Quarter into the Bayou. And last night, I'm pretty sure that some guardian-angel-wolf saved my life. So, I'm coming with you.

Rebekah walks in, hand in hand with Dove

Rebekah: [rolls her eyes] Could you two be more idiotic?

Hayley smiles walking over towards Dove

Hayley: Hey Sugar

Dove smiles, pecking her softly on the lips

Dove: Hey

Rebekah: Two can play the follow-game, you know! You heard Klaus, he and Marcel are headed right where you're going.

Hayley: So distract them. Because unless you wanna lock a hormonal, pregnant werewolf in a tomb, I'm coming with you. And wouldn't Elijah be mad if he hears that the baby and I died of asphyxiation?

BAYOU

Sophie, Dobe, Rebekah and Hayley continue to walk around the woods of the Bayou to look for the dead witches

Rebekah: So, this Harvest thingy—- tell me more.

Sophie: Klaus said to wait.

Rebekah: Yes. He also said to stay out of the bayou and yet here we are, amongst the crawly, buzzy creatures.

Hayley: We're here.

They have reached the place where the witches were killed. Their bodies are all bloodied and ripped apart, and a dismembered head lies near the bodies. Rebekah and Hayley steps in front of Dove keeping her behind them as the blonde reaches down lacing her hands with theirs.

The blonde looks down at pouts

Dove: I got mud all over my Prada boots

Rebekah and Hayley smiles at the blonde

Rebekah: I'll buy you another pair, darling.

Hayley: Whoa.

Hayley sees a huge paw-print in the mud. In a nearby tree, there are three bloody scratches in the bark

Sophie: Is that a wolf track?

They hear the sound of crunching footsteps nearby

Rebekah: [calls out to the intruder] Who's there?

Dove stumbles back, her foot catching on a root making her go down but Hayley wraps her hands around her waist steadying her yanking her closer to her

Hayley: You need to more careful, Sugar.

Dove nods her head, smiling, she pecks her on the cheek. She takes her hand in her own lacing their fingers while the werewolf keeps her closer to her. Rebekah stands right in front of her, both girls protecting their mate.

Tomas: [freaked out] What the hell? An Original?

He gets scared and immediately runs away with vampire speed, leaving the girls standing and gaping in shock

Dove: You should call your hybrid brother, babe cause I sure as hell ain't doing it

Rebekah laughs softly. Hayley runs her hand up and down the witch's back, pressing her lips to her shoulder.

ST ANNE'S

Dove walks into the attic with that beautiful smile

Dove: Hey, babe

Davina: Hey Sugar.

She notices a look in Dove's eyes and grabs her chin lifting her head up to stare at her

Davina: What's wrong?

She caresses her jawline, tears wells up in Dove's eyes as she throws herself into her arms hugging her tight. Davina hugs her back, running her hand through her hair

Davina: Hey it's okay. What's wrong?

Dove: The Harvest. I don't want to lose you, Vina.

Davina: And you won't lose me, baby. I promise

She pulls away and touches their lips together in a soft loving passionate kiss. Dove tangles her hands in Davina's hair moving her lips against hers

Dove: I love you, Vina

Davina: I love you more, baby.