Part 1

New Orleans, present day

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead."

Kol heard his bed squeaking when someone jumped on it. He was more than ready to rip that person's heart out; he had never been a morning person.

"Get lost," he mumbled.

Someone grabbed his pillow and yanked it away. Kol opened his eyes, ready to kill the idiot who had dared to do that. The first thing he saw was his sister's annoying smile. A perfect way to start a new day.

"Good morning, brother," she purred.

For a moment Kol considered about snapping her neck. But he knew his sister well enough to abandon the thought, as appealing as it was. Rebekah was quite bitchy when she was angry and Kol could think of a million better ways to spend his day than arguing with her.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked.

Rebekah gave him an obnoxious smirk. "Long night, brother dear?"

Kol made a mental note to himself to get a better lock on his door.

"What do you want, Bekah?"

She chuckled and rolled on her side. "I was bored, so I felt like waking you up."

Kol was about to threw his sister against the wall, but she was faster. She was on her feet before he even managed to blink. She clicked her tongue and smirked at him.

"Someone's grumpy this morning. Where were you the whole night?"

"None of your business," Kol snapped.

"Oh," Rebekah giggled. "I know that look."

Kol grinned and stood up, wrapping a blanket around his lower body. Rebekah jumped back onto the bed and twirled her hair around her finger.

"So, who's the unlucky girl?"

"What are you talking about?"

Rebekah rolled her eyes.

"Don't play dumb with me, brother, obviously you have found yourself a new plaything. Let me guess, some little bimbo with big boobs?"

"Goodbye, Bekah," Kol snorted before marching into the bathroom. His sister knew him well, but not nearly well enough. His personal life wasn't Rebekah's or anyone else's business. He bit his bottom lip while looking at his reflection in the mirror. If anyone would find out… No, he most definitely wasn't going to let that happen. He took a quick shower and got dressed. It was time to take care of some unfinished business. He was just passing the study when the he heard Nik's voice.

"Kol, a word."

Kol rolled his eyes and entered the study.

"What is it?"

Nik was sitting at the desk having a drink, there was an annoyed look on his face.

"I just got a call from Marcel. He wasn't too thrilled with your nighttime activities."

"I've got rid of all the bodies, just like a good little camper," Kol replied smiling. "You know me; I'm always a team player."

"I don't mean that," Nik replied. "The dead vampires in the Quarter."

Kol shrugged.

"They provoked me."

"Kol…"

"What? You think I'll take orders from a child? Oh please."

"Just try to behave," Nik huffed. "I want this city to be a safe place for my daughter, we already have enough problems."

"Duly noted. Anything else?"

Nik's eyebrows furrowed.

"What, are you planning to ground me, big brother?" Kol asked smiling.

"No," Nik snorted. "Personally I don't care about some dead vampires, but I suggest you clean up after yourself the next time. And perhaps try not to kill anyone in public."

"As I said, they provoked me, but I'll try my best. See you, Nik, I have some errands to run."

Kol was very amused when he headed outside. Did Marcel actually think that he could give Kol orders? Not very smart. But then again, Marcel had always been more than arrogant. Fortunately for him, Kol had more important things to take care of right now. His little secret. The real reason why those vampires were dead. No one touched what belonged to Kol.