This is a short AU story that doesn't follow TVD and TO storyline. Kol didn't die, he came to New Orleans with his family and they reclaimed the city.

Is there a heaven a hell
And will I come back
Who can tell
Now I can see
What matters to me
It's as clear as crystal
The places I've been
The people I've seen
Plans that I made
Start to fade
The sun's setting gold
Thought I would grow old,
It wasn't to be

Jem - 24

Kol loved the nightlife of New Orleans. The bars, the nightclubs, festivals, it was like a buffet. He had the whole city as his playground, just like good old times. Nik could be the king if he wanted, Kol didn't want all that work. He wanted to enjoy himself. Elijah liked to lecture him about his feeding habits, but Kol had no intention to start using blood bags. The whole idea was nothing but disgusting. Why would he want to deny his nature? He was a predator; he enjoyed the thrill of the hunt.

Right now he was in a bar, looking at his dinner. A pretty little brunette who was dancing wildly around. She was wearing a short purple dress and high heels; it seemed that she has had couple of drinks already. Maybe a college girl or a tourist. It really didn't matter to Kol. She had been dancing for a while now, her eyes were closed and she was smiling while her arms were reaching up. Finally she headed to the bar counter.

"Hello there," Kol said smiling charmingly. "Can I buy you a drink?"

She glanced at him briefly and nodded.

"Sure."

Well, that had been easy.

"What are you drinking?"

She thought about it for a moment.

"I think I want to try… Bloody Mary."

"You've never tried it?"

"No, not yet."

Kol smirked and ordered her the drink.

"I'm Kol," he said while they waited.

"Hmm," she muttered absentmindedly.

"Here you are," the bartender said and handed her the drink.

"Thanks." She paused and glanced at Kol. "It was nice to meet you."

He frowned and followed her as she walked towards an empty table.

"Do you mind if I join you?"

"No, not at all."

She still seemed absentminded; she had a weird smile on her face.

"I didn't catch your name, darling."

"It doesn't matter," she replied.

"Really? Why is that?"

She sighed and looked at him.

"You're here because you want to have sex with me. Sorry, but that's not going to happen."

He had to admit that he was a little surprised, but he got over that quickly.

"Well, that's a little presumptuous, don't you think?"

She shook her head.

"No, I don't think so. Why else would you be here?" She paused and took a sip out of her glass. "Not bad."

"Hmm. Just out of curiosity, why are you here?"

"I wanted to dance," she replied.

"I see. And why did you let me buy you that drink?"

"Why not? And besides, I don't have any money."

He raised an eyebrow, he couldn't really decide if the girl was foolish or just arrogant. Either way she would be a nice dinner. He smiled and was just about to compel her when her eyes suddenly widened.

"Oh… It seems that I was wrong. You don't want to have sex with me. You want to kill me."

"Excuse me…"

He didn't have a chance to continue when she burst into laughter.

"I'm sorry," she giggled. "It's nothing personal, I just… If you would only know the irony in this…"

He stared at her as she continued laughing. Apparently she had some mental issues.

"Alright, darling…"

"Yes," she cut in.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Yes what?"

She smiled.

"I want you to kill me."

"What?"

"You heard me," she stated and took another sip out of her glass. "The thing is that I was planning to do it myself tomorrow morning. This was supposed to be my final night. A grand finale, you know."

For once he wasn't sure what to say. This was certainly a new situation for him.

"You were going to kill yourself?"

She nodded.

"Yeah. But since you want to do it for me… Well, I have no problem with that. The outcome will be the same either way."

"Why do you want to kill yourself?"

She frowned.

"That's my business and I'm not going to talk about it. Anyhow, would it be okay for you to wait until the morning? There are few things I would like to do before dying."

Her tone was very casual, like she would have been talking about something completely normal. He wasn't really sure how to react to this.

"Let me get this straight. You want me to wait until the morning and then…"

"…you can kill me," she finished. "Or then I'll do it myself. It's all the same to me."

He observed her for a moment; she smiled and tasted her drink again.

"You can come with me if you want," she said. "Or then we can meet here, however you like. Were you planning to do it in an alley or something?"

"Yes, probably," he replied.

"Hmm. Doesn't sound too bad. So, do you want to do it now or can you wait?"

"Well…"

He couldn't deny that he was intrigued. She was an amusing human.

"I suppose I can wait."

"Great," she said. "Thanks, I appreciate that." She paused and emptied her glass. "So, do you want to come with me?"

"Yes, I believe I do."

"Okay then. Let's go."