New orleans was the city that belonged to the Mikaelson family. They had built it from the ground up and had it not been for their father they would have thrived here. Alas, luck wasn't always on their side and to be honest, the wait to return home had been damn worth it.
Of course the wait had been a little longer when it came to Kol Mikaelson. That was all thanks to little Jeremy Gilbert. Kol should have been used to being used as a pawn in a game for personal game, but he was an Original and the last thing he expected was for the rookie hunter to take him out. Shame on him. He had gotten a little bit of revenge when the veil came down but now the youngest Original brother was back home where he belonged. And loving every moment of it.
Until he spotted a familiar face at the bar. Head tilted Kol watched Elena from across the room until he finally caught her attention and in a flash of an instant he was gone again. Oh, his night had just gotten impeccably better. "Hello, darling." His voice was almost too sweet as he stood leaned against the bar beside her.