"Eve, come on! Untie me!" Tyler yelled, a hiss of pain searing through him as he fought against the ropes sopped in wolfsbane.

"If you can't get out of a little rope, how do ya' think you're gonna get away from Klaus!" Eve stood a few feet away, leaning against the staff she always carried. It was pointed at the end, perfect for staking vampires. The other end was a big knot of wood, for knocking sense into people. "You ain't even trying!"

Tyler had fallen asleep last night and when he woke up he was lashed to a tree. He'd overdone it a bit on the moonshine; that wasn't a mistake he'd be making again. He gritted his teeth, "You said you wouldn't help me."

She smirked, "I said I wouldn't help you fight Klaus. I didn't say I wouldn't give you a few pointers." Kneeling beside him, she stared into his eyes. "You have to block out the pain if you want to get out of this. Stop thinking about how much it hurts and focus on undoing that knot. And that ain't a knot a boyscout would be proud of. A newborn could get outta that just wiggling his arms a bit."

Anger burned through him and he moved his hands, the smell of cauterization filled the air and he screamed again. Eve crouched beside him, "Think happy thoughts…"

"Happy thoughts!? Who the fuck are you, Peter Pan!?" He cried. "I can't think happy thoughts when my hands are burning off." The slap cracked against his face and he jerked, the ropes biting deeper. He cried out again. Maybe he'd deserved that one…

"Don't you sass me, half-breed!" She snapped, "You need to find a memory and get lost in it. Distract yourself from the pain!"

Tyler groaned, "Yeah well, easier said than done." He didn't have very many happy memories to choose from. Getting his ass whipped by an angry father, his mother's drinking and avoiding the issues stacked in front of her, being turned into a hybrid…even his moments with Caroline were fraught with strife. The wheels in his mind turned. He kept going over the last few years until he got to her. Davina. She'd walked into the dark of that cavern where he'd been left to rot. She was wearing a white dress that made her look ethereal in the soft glow of torchlight. The way her magic flowed over him, protecting him and dragging him down from his cross. He focused on her face, her rosebud lips curved into a shy smile then it contorted as she pleaded for him to take her away. Concentrating on that, he took a deep breath and the next thing he knew, his hands were free and he was standing beside Eve. "It worked!"

"Of course it worked," Eve folded her arms, "You don't have to look so surprised. This ain't my first go around." Moving toward the tree, she picked up the wolfsbane soaked ropes and didn't even flinch even as her skin sizzled and burned. She turned to him, "Come on then, lesson two."

Following her further into the bayou, he sighed, "How do you do that?" He looked down at her hands, blistering from the rope.

"I got a high pain tolerance." She replied. Bending down to sniff at a couple branches, her messy braid fell back along her shoulder. The tunic she wore tugged back enough to reveal the circular scar at her back. It wasn't the only one; there was a whole mess of jagged scar sagging across her back. "Stop leerin' at me and maybe I'll show you!"

He knew better than to argue by now, "Yes ma'am." He picked up the branches. He found that the more he collected, the stickier his hands got. "What're these for? They're too fresh to burn…" Turning abruptly, Eve threw the rope at him. He cried out and grabbed the wolfsbane soaked cord before it touched him. "AH!" He yelled preemptively but stopped when he peered down. The sap bubbled and warmed on his skin but it didn't hurt. "That's a pretty neat trick."

Eve nodded, "We'll harvest the sap the best we can, dry out the branches and use them for firewood. Cut it with some lye made from deer fat…you can use it kinda like sunscreen. Protects you from wolfsbane and I'm guessing vervain too."

Tyler nodded, "So, you think I'm going to need that?"

"You really are touched in the head, ain't ya?" She scoffed. "You gotta protect yourself from every angle whether the attack comes or not! You can't assume to know what they've got up their sleeve." Moving back toward the trees, she shook her head, "I don't know how you survived this long on your own."

"I'm not really sure either, Eve. Dumb luck, I guess…" He licked his lips, "Time is running out. Every day it gets more dangerous for Davina to stay there. Every day Hayley gets closer to having that baby…" He watched Eve's hands tighten around the staff she carried. "You care about her."

She didn't turn around, "I told you, she's my kin."

Moving into sync with her, he looked into her face, "She's more than that, isn't she?" She picked up the pace but given his hybrid strength and speed, he didn't blink. "Eve?"

"You don't know what the hell you're talking about." Her eyes flared yellow, she was forced to turn away but she knew he saw. "You're way off base."

"No, I don't think so." Tyler stepped in front of her, "Who is she to you? Sister? Cousin? Niece?"

Pushing him hard, she landed on top of him, "That's enough!" She gripped his shirt, slamming him down into the dirt and leaves. "You can't compel it out of me!"

There was a high likelihood he was going to end up with his heart torn out if he didn't buck her. But she was feisty and he didn't want to hurt her. "You care about her. You want to protect her…"Peering down at her, he met her eyes. "And I'd never compel you, even if you didn't take vervain, Eve. I'm not like that." She didn't move, he could see how tormented she was. He swallowed hard, "She's your daughter, isn't she?"

A curse tumbled from her lips and she loosened her grip, pulling away from him. She wrapped her arms around her knees and rested her head against them the way that Tyler had seen Hayley do a thousand times before. "I wasn't more than fifteen. Her daddy and I were young and stupid. It was a different time then. We lived in the quarter among the humans, the witches and the vamps thinking nothing could hurt us."

Tyler sat silently, listening. The agony on her face cut deep. "That's when it happened. There was a riot…Marcel and his vamps they came and drove our family out of the quarter, into the bayou. We took what we could carry. Most of us didn't survive. They had a witch who started hunting those of us who carry this birthmark. I cut mine, avoided the hunt." She swallowed hard, "Hayley's daddy didn't have one. He got killed a few weeks later…some hunters came through the bayou looking for survivors." She'd almost been caught but he'd drawn the vampires away and sacrificed himself for her.

"Eve, I'm so…"

"Shut up!" She barked, moving further away from him, "I was a few months along then. We were barely surviving. I wanted something better for her so the night I went into labor I snuck into the quarter. I went to St. Anne's church, there was a young priest there…Father Kiernan or O'Kiernan or something like that." She swallowed, "I gave birth right there in the rectory and they put her up for Christian adoption an hour later. I never knew who or where. Never put my name on nothing…gave them a fake one. I don't even remember what it was…" That was the only part she lied about. Of course she remembered the fake name they put on her only child's birth certificate but she wasn't about to tell him that. She hardened herself for her own protection and for Hayley's. Tyler thinking she was some weak, sentimental fool would only make things more dangerous for her. "I thought she'd go to a nice family. I made that priest promise me he'd send her away from Louisiana."

Nodding, he glanced over at her where she sat. "Nothing that happened to her is your fault."

"I didn't think it was! It was that vampire Marcel and his inner circle!" She snarled. "They're the ones that need to pay." She stood up abruptly, hiding the tears that collected in her eyes. "You're on your own from here on out."

Tyler stayed low, the wolf in him showing submission to her as she gathered her branches. "Thanks for everything…" He knew she could hear him. Looked like he had another vendetta to add to his growing list, kick the shit out of Marcel and his band of merry bandits. Damn, he was going to need a secretary to keep this all straight. But first things first, he had a witch that needed saving.

Hayley had taken her sweet time getting ready. She took a nice long, hot shower and deep conditioned her hair. She'd shaved and then moisturized. She'd even taken the time to give herself a little manicure. She found any reason to prolong her morning ritual (and annoy Klaus). He said be ready in an hour; she'd spent at least twice that prepping for the day. Stepping out of the bathroom, she half-expected him to be standing there with that scowl on his face but all was quiet. Why she felt disappointed, she wasn't ready to admit to herself quite yet.

It was still pretty early, the tea and digestive biscuits she'd had this morning tided her over. The doors to the compound were thick heavy wood compounded by cast iron. The only time she could ever hope to open them was right before a full moon. Unluckily for her, the moon was waning and she wasn't going to be able to bust down the door anytime soon. Her fingers slid over the wood, her back tensing as someone barked an order at her, "Move back from the door, wolf."

Turning, she stared hard at him. The animal in her was aggravated, gritting her teeth as she turned to him. "Or what?" Klaus had rolled out the carpet for his new vampire posse but he'd made it damn clear that she was under his protection. Nobody got within twenty feet of her without him getting up in arms.

Marcel folded his arms, "I'm under strict orders that you don't leave the compound. Werewolves aren't welcome in the quarter…"

"Werewolves aren't welcome thanks to you," Hayley took a step closer. "Klaus has mentioned you pretty often. Every time he does, he tells me to stay away from you." But in typical Hayley fashion, she refused to obey, "Why is it that you hate us so much?" She watched his face, "I mean really, werewolves are not hybrids. Our bite is fatal to a werewolf only when we turn…one night a month we're an imminent threat to you and the bulk of us chain ourselves for our own protection. The hybrid problem you can take up with your sire. They're the ones you need to worry about…"

A shit-eating grin slid over his features and he let out a short laugh, his arms crossing over his chest.

"It has nothing to do with hate, wolf. I just didn't need the competition. The wolves were easier to control…"He smirked. "Now I have Davina to control the witches."

Hayley stared at him, "So you don't really care what we are, you just want power." She laughed, "My god, you really are Klaus's creation." Her hands slid around her belly gently, the fear spiking through her. She couldn't let him get a hold of this child and make another monster like Marcel. Moving back toward the kitchen, she smirked. "Besides, I'd look again if I were you. You don't have control over anything. This is Klaus's, all of it."

Marcel grabbed her, gripping her upper arm to the point of pain. "You bitch…" He moved his face close to hers, "When Klaus is done using your body to incubate his beast child you're a goner. I for one can't wait to see it."

Rearing back, she brutally head butted him to drive him back. He took a staggering step back, her eyes glowing yellow as she braced herself for a fight. He moved forward but a blur of movement passed in front of her and Marcel went flying back, his neck brutally cracking as he slammed against a stone column.

"DO. NOT. TOUCH. HER!" Klaus raged, his voice thundered through the stone foyer. His breathing was ragged as he went immediately to Hayley. His hand slid to her face, cupping her cheek as he inspected her. His other hand pressed to her belly where the child within her leapt at his touch. He didn't let go until he was convinced that she was alright. "You defy me at every turn, little wolf." Seeing Marcel grab her like that…someone touching what was his, it ripped something loose inside him. He tugged her close to him, "You need to be someplace where I know you'll be contained…" He pulled her toward the stairway.

"No!" She snapped, trying in vain to get away from him.

Klaus let out a dark laugh, "You've defied me for too long, little wolf." He was afraid she'd fall down the stairs if she struggled so he swept her into his arms as if she weighed nothing at all.

"I'm not going into the garden! It's creepy as hell down there!" She was no match for him. He was a thousand year old original hybrid. Even if she wanted to overpower him, there was no way. "If you stick me down there, I'll die!"

Pausing, he stared at her, "Why would I put you in the garden? You're not a hybrid, you won't desiccate. You'd grow ill down there. That is the opposite of my intention, Hayley! Whatever your believe about my motives, I'm trying to protect you!" He stepped into the kitchen and settled her down in a chair, "First things first, I told you to be down here an hour ago for breakfast!" He put a plate of cold eggs and toast in front of her. "Had you been on time, these would be warm!"

Hayley was quiet a moment. He apparently had heard from one of the staff that she liked her eggs over easy and a bit of wheat toast. There was even fresh fruit in the bowl including apples from the plantation that she couldn't get enough of. "I was still getting ready," She wasn't going to let him make her feel bad for exerting control over the one aspect of her life she still had a say in. "Being this pregnant and looking this gorgeous takes a lot of effort…" Had she seen a whisper of a smile on his lips?

"What were you doing lurking by the door?" He demanded next.

"Honestly? I was thinking about how nice it would be to take a walk in the quarter. Something about the rain in New Orleans, it's cleansing." She shrugged, "And I was thinking about my freedom. I'm a wolf, we're given to roam."

"You aren't a prisoner here," Klaus groused.

"Aren't I, though?" She raised an eyebrow. "I get anywhere near the door and your vampire guard descends on me. I can't go out of the house. I can't even sit on the balcony without you coming around to shoo me out of the fresh air." She replied hotly, "And now who knows what you're going to do. Shackle me to your bed?"

The thought gave him pause. "Don't tempt me. I may just take you up on the offer." Shaking the image from his head momentarily, he began warming up her breakfast mechanically. "You have everything you could ever want at your fingertips. Rich art, culture, literature…anything you ask for, is yours."

"I want to come and go as I please, Klaus."

"Except for that." He set the newly warmed breakfast and filled a cup of milk. "You would not be safe out there on your own." Anyone could use her to get to him especially the witches, as they already knew how much he was willing to sacrifice to keep her safe.

Hayley ate, but only because she felt Klaus would grow angrier if she didn't. "What you need to protect me from is living right here! As far as Marcel is concerned, I'm standing in the way of his power trip. He hurt my family, Klaus! And he's driving you to do the same!" She gripped her fork tight in hand, "All I've ever wanted my whole life is to know where I came from and the second I get that chance, you let Marcel's poisonous lies about my family get into your head! You sent your vamps to hunt them down!"

Something akin to guilt gnawed at him. For a long moment he was silent, taking in what she was saying to him. Finally, he inched forward, "I needed to prove that I wasn't going to use our child turn your family into sired hybrids." He replied, "I thought that would make you happy."

"You thought massacring my family would make me happy?" She groaned, "God, I am really afraid to know what you're going to get me for my birthday!"

Maybe she wasn't completely wrong; his intentions had been misguided at best. He sighed, "Sheath your claws, little wolf. Thanks to Elijah and Rebekah, your family is safe. I won't be going after them again…" Particularly not when some of the wolves who had come in anticipation of their child's birth could very possibly have descended from his father—a man who he knew nothing about except he was a werewolf. He had thought for all these years that her father was some louse who her mother shacked up with while Mikael was on a hunt. It turned out that his mother and father may have had a deeper connection; she'd been wearing that ring, the symbol of a powerful werewolf chieftain whose ancestors thrived to this day. It would take time to learn more…

"That's good to know," Hayley replied, "But just in case, I want your word that you won't hurt them."

Klaus was more than a little surprised that his word meant anything to her. "I swear." He swallowed hard, "I cannot allow you to come and go as you please. It's simply not safe out there. But perhaps…you may accompany me occasionally when I go out."

"What, like an escort?"

"Think of yourself as more of a companion," He replied, "I'll be making a trip out to the bayou within a week." He watched her expression turn from incredulous to shocked. "In the meantime…" He took her hand. "You'll be staying in my quarters with a guard on you at all times."

Hayley groaned, "Klaus…" She needed to pick her battles. She might have lost this round but it had unlocked some new freedoms for her, "Fine." Finishing up her milk, she trotted after Klaus. The master suite loomed ahead of them beyond thick mahogany doors. It was incredible. There were large windows shrouded by gentle gauzy curtains. The bed was massive and covered in a thick down comforter. She'd expected him to hole up in some kind of medieval torture chamber. Instead she found the room to be utterly delightful. Even the soft cream color of the walls was inviting and a few of his paintings hung there, accenting the natural glow of the place.

He could tell she liked it. The stab of pride he felt was surprising though not unwelcome. "Make yourself at home." He replied, "I will send Josh up to look after you in a few minutes."

"Josh?" He was a newbie vampire and sweet as pie. Hayley was also fairly sure that Klaus was going to kill him for double-crossing him though it seemed the boy had some usefulness left in him. She was glad he wasn't putting her in the hands of Diego or Thierry. "Great…I'll wait here."

She had so many questions. The big one being where was she going to sleep? But right now, things were calm and she didn't want to aggravate him any further, not when they were tentatively getting along.

Having been up early and pushing six months pregnant, Hayley yawned. She'd showered, she'd eaten…it seemed like a perfect time for a nap. Climbing into his bed, she laid her head on the pillow and before she could count to ten, she was out cold. Sleeping soundly, she didn't even realize that Klaus gingerly tucked the blankets around her and smoothed her dark hair. "Sweet dreams, little wolf."

The reviews are awesome guys, thanks! Lots of Klaley love which is awesome. I love writing for them. I'm also having fun writing with Eve and Tyler! There are no spoilers for upcoming episodes but I'm just playing out some predictions I have about the upcoming season! I can't wait until next Tuesday for new Originals episodes! Keep on reading and reviewing if you want me to write more! Any suggestions as to what you want to see going forward? Let me know! Thanks!