She felt nervous driving towards the city. She hasn't seen him in a very long while, especially not after everything that happened in the past, she isn't sure how she will feel. Well to be correct she did see him, but it was brief and she was in vampire mode so that doesn't really count. She thought about turning the car around but this wasn't her, she wasn't a coward. She parked the car, and checked herself in the rearview mirror. She ran her fingers through her long brown locks, untangling them with her fingers, and retouching her lip gloss; once she realized what she was doing, she scolded herself. She hated herself for feeling like this. She shouldn't feel excited or nervous; she should hate him or at least be indifferent, after everything she went through because of him.

She entered the bar where she agreed to meet him. As she entered, she looked around and spotted him sitting at one of the tables in the back sipping on his drink. She made her way towards his table. As he looked up his eyes widened and a smirk spread on his face.

"Well, well if it isn't Niklaus Mikaelson, drinking alone?" – She said raising an eyebrow.

He let out a chuckle. "Vicky, you haven't changed a bit…" His smirk changed to an expression that could chill your bones, moving dangerously close to her, until their faces were inches apart, his hands resting on her hips. "…you're still not afraid of me." he smirked looking at her.

Her heart started racing, his scent of musk and sandalwood mixed with the smell of bourbon on his breath filled her nostrils. She was fighting for air that wasn't infused with his scent. She collected herself quickly and gently pushed him away creating distance between them, "How about you get me on of these." – She said raising the empty glass and sitting down.

He waved the empty glass at the bartender and two glasses filled with amber fluid appeared on the table. She took a huge sip, the alcohol helped her calm her nerves, she was determined to get it over with as fast as possible and leave.

"It's been a long time since we last shared a drink. You look stunning love." – He said letting his eyes roam from her bare legs upwards eventually resting his eyes on hers.

"Your hair is shorter." – She said looking uninterested in the attention he's been giving her, even though his gaze was burning on her skin she was determined to not even flinch.

"It's been a while since I last saw you."

"Actually a day passed." – She said with a smirk on her face.

"Right, when I stopped you from killing Marcel, by the way impressive work."

"I am still not over you interfering with me killing Marcel so don't push it."

"Is it really because of Marcel or because of what happened between us."

"No it is because of Marcel."

"Why are you here then, I know Elijah gave you the letter."

"I haven't read it actually, I don't really see a point in reading it now, since it happened a long time ago and I got over it, there is no need to reopen the past, so let me be clear when I tell you that I have no intention of going there. Actually, I came to congratulate you, I heard you are once again breaking all rules of nature by becoming a father."

"Actually I am not becoming a father, one of my liquor fueled one-night stands is having my baby, that is something different. I still haven't decided whether they get to live or not. It isn't your business anyway so you should stay out of it love."

"Actually, it became my business when Elijah asked me to take Haley in and since she is now under my protection I would say yeah it is my business."

"I'm warning you, stay out of it." – He said clearly irritated.

She scoffed. - "Or what?"

"Don't push me?"

"Wow you haven't changed a bit, have you? You are still the evil asshole I once knew."

"If I recall correctly you had no problem with me being an evil asshole, actually you liked it." - He said narrowing his eyes, looking straight into hers.

"Because I always thought you were like that because of your father. But Michael is dead and you are still and asshole." – She said grabbing her purse and storming out of the bar.

She paused quickly when he appeared in front of her, grabbing her by the arm. "Where do you think you're going, this conversation isn't over."

"It is over for me."- She said freeing herself from his grasp. " I don't have to listen to you anymore. It's always something with you isn't it?"

"Have you forgotten who you are talking to?" – He was mad now, he hated when people were telling him what to do. "I could…"

"You could what?" – Sheinterrupted him. "Kill me. Isn't that what you did to your family, whenever they disagree with you dagger them, and then cart them around in coffins, or kill them like you did with your parents. You are just like your father, I wouldn't be surprised if you would chase this kid around the world making his life miserable, god knows that kid is better off without you."

"What would you know about fathers, ha? Didn't you kill yours?"

"Shut up!" – She yelled at him.

He knew what would upset her, and he was ready to teach her a lesson. He came dangerously close to her "And no I wouldn't kill you, I could think of something better, I will just compel you to do whatever I want."

She knew he couldn't because she was putting vervain in her morning coffee, but she wanted to see if he would really go there. "You wouldn't dare."

He moved closer in, looking straight into her eyes "Admit that you are not here because Elijah asked you to, but because you still love me."

She moved closer to him, cupping his face gently, looking deeply into his eyes "No." - She said calmly, and with a twist of her hands she snapped his neck.