A/N: I dunno exactly what this is, but I guess it's the beginning of Rebekah/Hayley. Does anyone know what their ship name is? Or if they even have one. 'Cause that should be a thing ok. Enjoy! Also leave suggestions/questions/comments if you'd like! Feedback is always much appreciated.
"If my sister is bothering you, please don't hesitate to bite her, little wolf." Even though Klaus spoke to Hayley his words were indirectly directed towards Rebekah, who caught on as the words left his lips.
A bite from a werewolf could kill a normal vampire in just days, but it would leave an original with nothing but excruciating pain until the venom left their system. Somewhere, deep deep down, behind the years upon years of resentment towards Klaus for literally keep her boxed up in a coffin, Rebekah knew Hayley wouldn't dare. Her brother was a wild card; he'd handed Hayley's number one means of protection right over to Marcel and Davina, hadn't he? There was no telling what the infamous original would do to "accomplish things his own way." Therefore, Rebekah reasoned, Hayley would never in a million years weaken her second best personal body guard.
"Please, Niklaus, your sass is not welcome in this home. Take it and your unnervingly impeccable hair elsewhere," she shot back, her ocean blue eyes never once lifting from the five-hundred-and-fifteenth page of Tolstoy's Karenina.
After hesitating a second, Klaus turned on his heel and exited the grand parlor without a look back.
"Little wolf?" questioned Rebekah, lifting her book from her lap and leaning forward to place it on the coffee table between she and Hayley.
"Shut up," Hayley reiterated. Klaus's nickname for her was admittedly embarrassing though she didn't object to it. By werewolf standards Hayley was not little. In her animal form she towered over even the most daunting of men. Tyler hated her for it; his wolf was noticeably smaller, hiw growl not as loud, and his howl not nearly as dominating. By werewolf standards Hayley was a true alpha, she was by no means a little wolf.
For whatever reason, Rebekah's acknowledgment of the nickname struck a match inside the werewolf. The way in which the two words tumbled effortlessly from Rebekah's lips was gentler than the way Klaus said it. He was not delicate with his words the way Rebekah was. Perhaps that was just a factor of the blonde original's femininity. Or maybe it was an extension of Klaus's need to be rough around all edges.
Hayley wouldn't mind Rebekah dubbing her "little wolf" as well.
Shifting in her seat, Rebekah drew her legs up underneath herself to sit Indian style, her dark blue eyes focusing on the girl reclined on the couch opposite her own. "I never got a chance to properly thank you for giving me the daggers," she began, uncharacteristically because Rebekah Mikaelson was not one to pay back gestures made out of kindness. "I thought you might a little piece of the family history." The family, and not "our family," because Hayley was one of them now, whether she liked it or not.
Rebekah's hands momentarily disappeared behind her head, her fingers delicately working open the clasp on the necklace circling her throat. She laid the small diamond encrusted circle that hung from the chain in her hand, smiled in a satisfied sort of way, and offered the necklace to Hayley. "It was a present from Klaus. In the twenties he was big on Mikaelson family bling, if you will." She indicated the intricately carved M circled by diamonds.
Reluctantly Hayley reached across the coffee table and hesitantly let Rebekah hand her the necklace. She wasn't sure if she should accept such a gift. By the look of nostalgia that had found its way into Rebekah's eyes, Hayley was sure the necklace meant more to the original than she was letting on. On the other hand refusing such a beautiful offering would be cold, heartless. And Hayley was not that girl.
"Could you…?" the brunette indicated to her neck, her eyes lingering on Rebekah before she stood, stepped closer, and held out the necklace.
Rebekah rose from her seat and with one hand lightly brushed Hayley's hair out of the way before she accepted the silver chain. She circled it around the werewolf's neck and secured the clasp, gave her shoulder a light squeeze, and slid around in front of her to give her a look. "It suits you," she finally said after taking just a moment longer than necessary to assess Hayley's appearance. From her neck the chain hung delicately as if it were barely brushing up against her creamy tan skin. Rebekah's breath nearly caught in her throat as her gaze lifted and her blue eyes found Hayley's which were a green so rich and gentle that Rebekah expected they possessed the power to charm anyone who gazed into them.
Focus, she scolded herself. She blinked, then forcing a satisfied smile onto her full pink lips. "Well, if you'll excuse me...I've got a thirst to quench." Rebekah's smile turned indifferent and she started for the door.
"I was wondering...what happens if - can vampires drink from werewolves?" Hayley questioned before Rebekah could leave the room.
Rebekah couldn't put her finger on what she was insinuating, but thought nothing of it while lifting her shoulders in a light shrug. "It's not your blood that kills us, it's the venom. Why d'you ask?" Her eyebrows rose a fraction of an inch.
"No reason." Forking over a half smile that oozed what Rebekah read as awkwardness, Hayley shrugged.
If you say so, Rebekah thought to herself while turning on her heel and pushing through the mahogany door to the industrial equipped kitchen. Since she and her brothers resided here last, nearly one hundred years before, the place had been kept up to speed. What was once a kitchen fixed with turn-of-the-century appliances now sported shining silver counters, commercial ovens, four countertop stoves, a walk in freezer, and an expertly manufactured fridge with enough space to conceal at least a dozen bodies. Not that it would be used for such a purpose, it was but a thought.
But what had Hayley been suggesting upon asking whether or not werewolf blood was suitable for vampires? Was she offering herself up as a beverage? No, that wouldn't make any sense. Rebekah blinked, shaking her head to ward off such stupid thoughts. From the refrigerator she fished a blood bag, greedily ripped into it, and willed herself to lose herself to the thick metallic tasting liquid in favor of abandoning all thoughts of the werewolf - her brother's werewolf.
Once Rebekah had swallowed the contents of four bags of blood in rapid succession she discarded them into the bin by the door to the back staircase before pushing through and scaling the stairs up to the third floor of the mcmansion. Hayley was a nice girl, so how the hell had she ended up with a man as monstrous as Niklaus? Rebekah knew full well how many women had fallen prisoner to her brother's stupidly charming persona, and she pitied them. The last thing she wanted to see was someone as independent and tenacious as the werewolf to fall into Klaus's trap. Once the child was born he would surely discard of her - she was not truly family after all, but the child was his blood, Rebekah was sure he would protect the child; though she worried for Hayley.
In his lifetime Klaus had slain hundreds of werewolves and vampires alike, what was one more?
No - Rebekah would not let that happen. If it came to it, she would shield the werewolf with her own life. Or as much of it was necessary, because when it came down to it, Rebekah could not be killed. Daggered and boxed, sure, but never put to permanent rest.
It was only fair that she offer Hayley utmost protection from the beast that was her brother. It was his mistake that had constructed this situation in the first place, but it would not be his mistake that killed an innocent girl. Rebekah was ready for anything Klaus threw her way. She knew him well, too well, and all of his tactics were etched somewhere in that brain of hers. All she had to do was locate them and familiarize herself with all that was necessary to safeguard his little wolf.