Kol didn't expect his family to be fully on board with his proposal.

Klaus claims that he didn't undagger him so that he could venture out and see the world, ignoring his orders.

Elijah fights for the notion that it's time for them to settle down in one place and be a family again.

Rebekah, like the unica hija that she is, grumbles that she doesn't want to be left alone with the sore hybrid and the self-proclaimed responsible "dad" of the family—no pun intended.

He had seen this coming. But he isn't going to let that stop him.

Kol wants to see the art deco buildings of Paris, to indulge in the festivals of Rio de Janeiro, to climb the mountains of Colorado, to lie on the beaches of the Caribbean, to walk the full length of the Great Wall of China again—these among many others. He doesn't want live day to day in this pony town. While he finds a group of lesser teenagers struggle to keep their stance against his powerful family nothing short of amusing, it is not his favorite pastime. Plus, he's quite tired of American blood.

Of course, there is his family to deal with. He had missed them, sure. But the thing about their immortality is that he literally has all the time in the world to drown himself in familial affairs.

But he knows that if he doesn't play this right, he will end up being daggered again.

"You know, Kol," Klaus starts, "of all the idiotic things that you have done or propose to do, this is by far, the worst."

Kol rolls his eyes, his arms crossed as he leans his frame against the unlit fireplace. "Ah, yes. Of course my desire to leave this crap town cannot be compared to you leaving a dagger in my body cavity for a century so you could continue your pursuit of annoying lackeys." He says sarcastically. "I mean, this is a betrayal that you simply cannot look past on."

Klaus sniggers at him, despite the direct insult thrown at his way. "And what will you do in your life?" He stands up from the couch he is sitting on and walks over to the table bearing a wide selection of liquor. He pours himself a glass of scotch. "Roam the earth, leaving a trail of destruction in your wake?"

Kol shrugs nonchalantly. "It's what we do best, isn't?"

Klaus sips his drink before saying, "But you and I both well know that destruction isn't half as fun without family. Just ask Rebekah. She has always been a fan of bonfires of all sizes."

"Are you insinuating that if I stay here, we can start the destruction, so long as I'm by your side?" Kol perks up.

Klaus falters. "Well—"

"Hesitation." Kol jumps in, shaking his head. "I'm leaving. There is nothing to do here. We've successfully annihilated both of our sadistic parents. And that Finn." He grimaces. "So I am leaving."

"Not yet, little brother." Klaus says as Kol rolls his eyes at what he's called. "I still need you to do a few things for me."

Kol groans and walks over to the same table and grabs the bottle of Bourbon. He knows that if he would endure another conversation about doing errands for his brother, he will need a drink.

"You need to go to Denver and make an acquaintance out of the Gilbert boy." Klaus smirks. "I believe you've always loved the mountains of that state. How's that for seeing the world?"

"Hmm, let me consider it..." Kol feigns deep concern before smirking mischievously. "No."

Klaus glares at him and Kol is reminded of the times when they were still children. Kol would, as usual, wreak havoc with Klaus' daily activities and his big brother would glare him to death, believing the idea that looks could kill. Pity that after a thousand years worth of those, Kol doesn't cower because of them anymore.

Klaus growls, "Damn it, Kol—"

"Brother, if I were to come back to that state, I don't want orders thrown in my way." Kol chugs on the bottle and continues, "I merely thought you could at least grant me an exit from this chaos you've cooked up. While I am all for chaos, I don't want in on one that is orchestrated with a bunch of pathetic teenagers. I play with the kings and not the pawns. Besides, I presume you owe me after all the years I've missed, courtesy of your paranoia and temper tantrums—which, might I add, are getting real old now. You are in serious need of new identifiers, Nik. Take a hint and work on it."

This is the last straw for Klaus and he throws his glass towards his brother, who dodges it easily. He flashes in his direction but Kol moves impulsively, resulting to them just changing positions on opposite sides of the living room. Klaus grabs a lamp and swiftly throws it to Kol, who ducks, so it hits the wall, knocking down a painting.

Kol stands up again and laughs at the mess his brother had made. "Wise impulse, Nik, on going for the 200-year-old lamp that Elijah is quite fond of and the painting you yourself made."

Klaus continues to glare and flashes towards Kol but once again, misses him. That's when Rebekah enters the room.

Hands in her hips and an annoyed look on her face, she says, "Damn it, you two. You've successfully destroyed our living room and it's not even past nine in the morning."

"Speaking of," Kol says, "aren't you supposed to be sitting in a dreadful chemistry class?"

"Actually, it's biology and full of rubbish I don't give a crap about." Rebekah shrugs. "I suppose I could miss a meeting or two. Now, what you two are glowering on about?" Her eyes land on the severed lamp on the floor. "One of you better have an explanation and replacement for that lamp before Elijah folds up his sleeves and shows you a thing or two."

Klaus scoffs, apparently over chasing Kol. For now, anyway. "Please. I can endure whatever wrath he unleashes on us."

Kol waves it off, unfazed by the supposed threat also. "It was a terribly ugly lamp anyway."

Klaus turns to Rebekah, "Now that you're here, sister, perhaps you can relay a piece of your mind about Kol seeing the world again on his own—as he poetically and pathetically put it."

Rebekah sits on the chair, crossing her legs. "Still on with the jacked-up dream, I take it? How sad."

"But it's not as sad yours." Kol points out, sipping his drink again. "All those fantasies about a child, marriage, becoming ugly and senile and finally death." He purposely shudders in disgust.

Rebekah's expression hardens to a fury and a porcelain glass flies in Kol's way, courtesy of her. Kol easily dodges the vase.

"Touchy, touchy." Kol chuckles. "But yes, I am still on with that dream and going to pursue it. A lot has changed since I last traveled and I'd like to experience those changes."

Klaus says simply, "You know just as well as I do that I could just dagger you and put you back into the box, right where you belong."

"Dagger threats." Kol rolls his eyes. "I'll be damned if I did not see that one coming."

"Well, then it's established that you know the consequence if you are to walk out of this family again."

Kol smiles and walks over to the couch to sit, his arm stretched on the back of it. "True. But if I ever do go back to that damn coffin, I'll be ensuring that your precious doppelgänger ends up six feet under first. Then you can dagger me and deal with the Salvatore brothers on your own."

Rebekah, who grew bored of her brothers and is flipping through a magazine now, says, "If you're going to do that, I want in."

Klaus, however, is nowhere near thrilled of the proposition. "You know I don't respond well to threats, brother."

"Fortunately for you, I do. Which is why I will struck up a deal." He pauses. "You do know the difference between that and a threat, right?"

Klaus is still not at all amused. "Get on with this so-called deal before I snap your neck."

Kol smirks. "You never were one for patience, Nik. Now, do you recall a couple of witch friends of mine from Washington?" He cocks his head to the side, re-considering it. "Well, former friends, since I don't have a lot of witch enemies."

"The Lennox witches." Klaus says, intrigued now.

"Powerful line, that coven. More powerful than the popular Bennetts." Rebekah jumps in, still looking down on the magazine on her lap. "I doubt they would ever stoop so low and do anything for a vampire. Especially for us."

"I know, I know." Kol reasons. "Our track record to them is a bit far from pristine."

Rebekah scoffs at his understatement. The page of her magazine makes a crunching sound as she turns them. "They bloody hate us, Kol."

Kol waves it off. "Details."

"What about them?" Klaus asks, focused on Kol.

Kol's smirk widens. "As you all would remember, I, as well, bloody hate them—"

"How can we forget?" Rebekah drawls on. "You dragged all of our asses back to the west coast just to slaughter the lot of them and avenge—"

"Don't you dare continue that sentence, Rebekah." Kol snaps dangerously, all serious now. "I'm warning you."

Rebekah scoffs but stops talking.

Kol continues on, "As I was saying, before darling Rebekah shamefully interrupted me, I know we made a grave mistake of accidentally leaving a member of that coven alive, but it kept its line to go along through the years. They are, obviously, a full coven once again. I merely figured that they owe me more still so I took a little something to get you by so you won't miss my presence." He says. "Sounds good?"

"And what gift should this be, Kol?" Klaus asks warily and threateningly.

"You'll see soon enough." He looks at his watch. "It should be here at any moment."

Rebel finally looks up from her magazine. She says, looking hopeful, "You've got us a witch to play around with, haven't you?"

Kol grins once again. "My dear sister. I always knew you are smart somehow."

Klaus is smiling now also. "A Lennox witch. Now that is something that should be handy." But he turns to Kol, raising his eyebrow. "Tell me, how did you ever make this deal possible?"

"I have my own ways." Kol tells him. "I have learned from the best, after all." He says pointedly to his brother.

Klaus chuckles, all traces of fury towards his brother is gone now. Like clockwork, there's a knock on the door.

"There's the gift." Kol says and calls for the front door. "Come on in, darling."

The front door opens and reveals a woman. She's a thirty-something with light brown hair pulled up on a tight bun and wears a scowl on her face. She stops at the doorway in the living room and sees the Original family looking up at her. Now, she's no longer just irritated. There is now a hint of fear in her eyes.

"This is Faye Lennox." Kol introduces, gesturing his arm to her. "Faye, meet my family. Klaus, the hybrid. Piece of advice, don't piss him off. You don't want to be on the receiving end of his wrath. I have my fair share of experiences on that and let me tell you, it is never pleasant if it goes too far. I have another brother. His name's Elijah and he's in god-knows-what right now but he'll be back. You might find him the most decent member of the family but I wouldn't take chances."

Klaus sends his brother a glare and is about to retort but is cut off when Kol continues.

He gestures to his sister. "And this is Rebekah. Now, she may be the only female in this household but she certainly is no different than us. She can be a bitch if she wants to be."

Rebekah flings her magazine to her brother. Kol swiftly catches it and throw it aside, smirking. "See what I mean?"

"You're an ass." Rebekah snaps at her brother.

"So I've been told." Kol snaps back.

"Enough." Klaus growls at them and turns to Faye. "How, may I ask, did Kol even retrieve you? I was under the impression that the Lennox coven resides within their protective walls, to keep witches in and vampires out."

Kol lights up. "That's exactly the part that may spike up your interest, brother. Faye here was sneaking out of the barriers and to a certain home just outside of Seattle. A place of which houses her family. A husband and son."

Faye's eyes narrow in hatred but could not do anything. She knows perfectly well that if she ever attempts anything unforgivable, the consequences would be too much to bear.

Klaus smirks, nodding knowingly. "Leverage. Nicely done, brother. I see that you have indeed learned well."

"I knew you'd see things my way." Kol sits up, clapping his hands. "Now, Faye here will be yours to use. Back in the day, a Lennox witch is a force to be reckoned with but now," he turns to Faye, the smile on his face is nothing but sinister, "you're a lapdog for my family to order around. Just a pity that I don't get to do that myself but I do have my travels to get on with."

Klaus crosses his arms, the smirk still on his face, no doubt planning ahead on what he can do now that he has a powerful witch at his disposal.

Rebekah, as well, likes how things are looking up now. She smiles at the witch, "This should be fun."

"Well, I'm off. I trust the both of you can can explain to Elijah the new circumstances." Kol stands up. He adds, "Try not to kill her. Or do—I don't really care." He drops a kiss on his sister's head, chuckling at her annoyed expression even if she still no doubt appreciates the gesture. "I will see you both in the next...fifty or so years." He grabs his jacket that's hanging on the back of the couch and shrugs it on and he starts walking towards the front door, glad that no one is making a move to stop him.

Rebekah mumbles, "He'll be back earlier than that. He bores easily."

Klaus sniggers at that, finding it true. And so does Kol. Maybe he will be back earlier than he anticipates. But when he does, he'll be fully invested in his family, having pursued for his own gains.

Kol maneuvers his way through a throng of people in the very crowded airport. Overwhelmed by annoyance, he contemplates on feeding on people just to part the crowd but thinks against. That means a lot of work on compulsion and the security cameras and other traces of his presence. While he does not give a damn about a bunch of cops because he can easily take them down, he doesn't appreciate his face plastered all over the walls with WANTED above it. It would be a great disadvantage.

He makes his way to the ticket booth. The line is depressingly long so he compels his way to the front. When he does, he compels the woman behind the counter, "Which is the earliest flight out of this country?"

The woman dilligently types on the computer in front of her before looking up again and says, "Warsaw, Poland. Leaving in twelve hours."

"Ooh. Twelve hours is too long." He grimaces. "That won't do. And plus, I really can't stand Poland." He lets out a sigh. "Somewhere outside the state, then?"

The woman types on the computer again before looking back at him. "New York City, New York. Leaving in twenty minutes."

Kol considers it. In all honesty, it wouldn't be his first choice. No matter what people say about that city, in his opinion, it isn't exactly the best. He would have a few ahead of it on his list of favorite cities. Still, the top of his priority is to get out so he takes it.

He says to the woman with compulsion, "Give me a first class ticket to that flight."

Kol stares out of his window in awe. It's perfect timing that he had taken his flight in the afternoon. He had never seen the clouds this close before and he is thoroughly enticed by the beauty of it. Even with the disturbing shakes upon departure, he might make a pastime out of this, riding airplanes.

"Aren't you, like, tired of staring out the window? You've been doing it for hours."

He turns towards the voice and sees that it's the girl sitting by the aisle, a seat away from him. He raises an eyebrow at her, giving her the once-over. With the way she dresses—golden high pumps that he could imagine his sister would fawn over, a number of expensive-looking jewelry all over her body and a pink dress—he could tell right off that she's rich and makes it a point to flaunt it. But looking past the ridiculous ensemble, she has very delicate features, with her soft brown eyes and olive skin. She's actually beautiful. This should be interesting.

Kol flashes her a smile. "It's my first time on a plane, actually." It wouldn't hurt to reveal a bit of truth. He could compel her to forget later. If she gets the chance of talking to other people once he's done with her.

She giggles and Kol notes that it's more on the trying-too-hard side. "Really? That's, like, super weird. Do you have, like, phobia or something?"

What is with the word 'like'? Kol feels it's too bloody overused by the youth.

He shrugs. "You could say that."

She giggles again and he considers compeling her to stop doing that. The sound is getting under his skin. "I just did!" She giggles some more and Kol leans over, his eyes focusing on hers.

"You might want to drop the fucking giggle before I let my irritation take over and snap your neck right here, right now." He whispers, not wanting other people to hear. This section of the plane is pretty quiet and while it is not overcrowded, he really doesn't want to get on with the damage control using compulsion.

The girl immediately stops giggling but she still looks just as flirty and amused. She reaches over and runs her finger over his arm. She whispers, "So, what brings you to New York? Business or pleasure?"

"Pleasure..." Kol drawls on, not really answering the question but more like contemplating on the word. He is suddenly hit by a strong need for pleasure. And while the girl is pretty enough to fuck, he is leaning more on the blood-satiating variety. "Come to think of it, pleasure is exactly what I need right now." He leans closer to her, hovering over the empty seat between them, "And I have a feeling you do, too."

The girl grins wickedly. "We could go to the bathroom..."

Kol's eyebrows raise. "There's a bathroom here? Well, isn't that just too convenient."

She gives him a skeptic look. "Man, you really haven't been on a plane, have you?"

Kol ignores the question and just asks his own, "Tell me, sweetheart, where is this bathroom you speak so highly of? We need a bit of privacy for this one."

It's a sensation Kol is going to find a hard time getting tired of. He's been getting his fill of the same sensation for a thousand years now but still, it's the same.

Blood. From the vein.

Nothing more, nothing less.

The bright fluorescent light in the cramped airplane bathroom should have been too much of a bother. The lack of space to move around in, the circumstance of hitting the edge of the sink or the doorknob just by turning, should bring his irritation into far heights. But no. None of it really matters right now.

His hand roams the girl's back as he continues to let the blood flow from her neck to his mouth. He pulls up, taking a breather. He meets the girl's fearful eyes, her lips parted in shock but no sound coming out of it. She has been compelled to keep quiet, so. Kol watches her as she takes in his appearance: the protruded veins, fangs out and blood stains dripping down to his chin. He smirks and leans his head closer to her, his breath hot on her ear.

"You taste divine, darling." He says, almost too sexily. If this is under different circumstances, the girl would be shuddering in anticipation and pleasure, not in pure fear. He continues, "So good that I really do need to finish you up." And then without another thought, he bends down to her neck and continues on to his feeding. He listens to the slowing heart rate of the girl and after a moment or two, she is limping in his arms, nothing but a mound of useless flesh and bones. He perches her on the toilet bowl, balancing her head on the side of the wall to keep her from sprawling across the floor. He turns to the mirror by the sink and starts washing up his face. Got to keep up appearances, otherwise, he would be in a hell of a burden with the compulsion of nearly everyone in the first class section.

He fixes his collar after washing his face. He gives a glance towards the now dead girl, murmuring, "Pity. You would've have been damn pretty if you weren't so cuckoo." He gives her a gentle pat on the head and then gets out of the bathroom.

A flight attendant greets him at the doorway, a smile on her face. "If you could just go back to your seat, sir. We will be landing soon."

Kol returns the smile, using the version that's suppose to charm people. "Are we now? Well, talk about perfect timing." He leans closer to her and whispers, compelling her, "You will not let anyone including yourself enter this bathroom until all passengers have left." He leans back when the flight attendant nods. "That will be all." Then he returns to his seat.

Soon, Kol is walking along the crowd in JFK Airport. He feels a rush in him, one that is quite different from feeding or even sex. This is more on the subtle kind. But he likes it nonetheless. It's the kind of rush that he gets when he travels to new cities, with no agenda in mind other than enjoying it. This is why he loves traveling on his own. He can do anything he pleases, without his family hanging around, demanding other activities that they prefer to do together.

He passes by a large window, giving him a wide coverage of the New York City skyline. He walks over to the window and stop by it, captivated by the scenery before him. A smile is on his face. But this one is different than the usual. This smile is genuine, one that is all toothy and reaches his eyes. This kind of smile hardly ever comes by and he relishes on it.

This city is in for a treat.