It had taken some doing to get away from Mystic Falls. The Salvatores could keep an annoyingly close watch on people. And Elena's own friends and family were, for lack of a better word, irritating. But Nadia had been quite helpful in giving her a distraction. And now Katherine was standing in the middle of the French Quarter. She always had liked New Orleans. But she wasn't in the market for voodoo dolls or bourbon.
It didn't take her very long to track him down. She'd been on the run for 500 years. Finding an Original was as easy as rolling off a log. But she hadn't wanted to run into Klaus. Nor the wolf whore. So she'd taken a seat in a corner cafe, eyes scanning the street, nonchalantly waiting for Elijah to stroll by. It was almost laughable how much of a routine he had.