It was a dismal night, as Niklaus arrived in New Orleans in his car with Katerina. 300 years had passed since he and his siblings had lived in this town. It looked the same, though he knew different. When he had left, it had been burning to the ground because of Mikael. Their father had burned it in the process of searching for him and his siblings, in order to kill them. But he knew Mikael's real goal had been to kill him. Mikael had always liked his siblings more than him. It was because they were not abominations to him like Niklaus was. Because Klaus was a hybrid, Mikael saw him as an abomination. Because of Mikael, Niklaus was ruined.

He looked over at where Katerina was sleeping in the passenger's seat. To him, she looked peaceful and innocent; like an angel. She looked like the innocent Katerina he had met 500 years ago in England, as she slept.

When he had parked in front of the white, one story plantation home, he turned his car off and grabbed his keys, before getting out and closing the door. He then went to the passenger's side, opened the door, and gently picked her up in his arms. He then closed the door and headed for the front door, all without waking her up. He knew that she had not been able to sleep much since the Silas issue. She needed as much beauty sleep as she could get.

Once upstairs in a guest bedroom, he gently laid her down in the bed, before tucking her in and then closing the door lightly behind himself and then heading downstairs. He would check out New Orleans tomorrow when Katerina was refreshed enough. He was not going to leave her alone in New Orleans, because anything could happen to her. It was a lot like Mystic Falls, but worse.

The next day, when she came down the stairs, he was in the parlor seated on the couch with a shot glass of wine like usual.

"You slept well, I presume," he greeted her.

"As a matter of fact, I did," she replied.

"Good. We have things to look at," he told her, before setting the shot glass down on the end table and getting to his feet. "But first things first; I should probably get you something to eat. You're probably hungry."

Half an hour later, they were seated on a bar stool in a bar, Katerina eating and Klaus having a drink, looking around while he sat next to her. Things had definitely changed, because he could sense many vampires in the place, which hadn't been allowed before now. That gave Klaus the conclusion that vampires now ruled the city. That got him curious as to who was King of the French Quarter. Last time he had been here and the town was burning, he had left Marcel, figuring that he was dead. So, he wasn't sure who would be King if Marcel was long dead. He didn't know anyone else that would suddenly take the chance to make it his. So, after Katerina was finished, they left the bar.

"We have somewhere to investigate. Apparently, vampires rule this town that was once mine, so we need to see who took my town from me," he explained to her, as they walked, her at his side. He was going to start a war if it came to that, in order to get his city back to being his own.

"Then let's investigate," she agreed with him, for once in her long life.

Once they had arrived at the old Mikaelson home, which was known as the compound, they came face to face with vampires and someone Klaus thought of as dead.

"Marcel," he said. "You're alive. I thought you were dead when we left you. We all thought you were dead."

"Yeah, well, I wasn't dead. I'm alive and this is my city now; my rules, my family, my town. So show me some respect!" he boasted to his best friend, even though they hadn't seen each other in years.

Klaus gave a low growl and then grabbed the nearest vampire and went all hybrid face, before getting ready to bite him in the neck, but Katerina stopped him.

"Klaus, don't. Stop. You'll make an enemy out of him and I don't think you want to make your best friend your enemy. He's King of your city now. He can do what he wants, but we both know he won't get away with anything as long as there aren't any White Oak trees growing around here," she reasoned with him.

He gave a growl, but knew she was right. She definitely knew him better than Marcel did and Klaus had made him into his own image back in the day, before Michael had come to destroy what they had so diligently worked so hard to make as their home.

He let go of the guy and looked at Marcel where Marcel stood on the balcony.

"This isn't over," he growled at Marcel.

His friend watched as he and Katerina left the compound.

"Let's go find us some witches. Shall we? We didn't come here to start a war," he commented to Katerina.