Sorry another late chapter. Maybe next week's will be on time, won't make any promises though. Here's the next chapter, I skip a few episodes. Enjoy and review if you please.

"If we don't leave now I doubt we ever will." I say walking out of the bathroom an hour later.

"I know, there's a car waiting for us, we'll steal the plane. I missed Denver," he added thoughtfully.

"I know but first we're going to NYC, you need to see it. You'll love it."

"Whatever makes you happy," he said popping up behind me. I rolled my eyes and walked out of the room.

"You know we are still mourning your brothers," I point out at his excitement.

"Look at it differently, a vampire as old as you are that you haven't talked to in over nine hundred years is now a pile of ashes somewhere. Not to mention he hated vampires, so being dead ha actually done him a favor or two. Now Niklaus deserved everything he got. He ruined your relationship with my brother and stabbed me in the heart, so please don't pretend you aren't a smidge happy he's gone."

"Well don't seem too heartless," I say sarcastically.

"You know I'm right love."

"I know, it just seems terrible to write them off without a care. I'm not exactly ready to go dancing on their graves."

"Oh we should do that."

"I need to stop giving you ideas."

"Now where's the fun in that?" He said standing in front of me and catching my waist. He looked down at me with his mischievous brown eyes and I wanted to melt. "So we're going to New York, New York?"

"Yes, you need to see it. The bright city lights, the rude commuters, all of it. You can kill someone that won't be found dead for a week. Besides I know which bars to avoid and who else can get into all the good concerts." I say reminiscing on the last time I was in the big city. I left when the bar I regulared at decided to start serving vervain.

"How long we staying love?" He teased.

"As long as we want," I said back ignoring his sarcasm and accepting the challenge in his voice. I glanced down at his lips noticing how close we were together and then without hesitating pulled closer kissing him heatedly.

"I thought we had to leave," he teased when I pulled away. I rolled my eyes and stepped around him licking my lips as I walked out the door. Kissing Kol was like eating really amazing ice cream on a hundred degree day and not gaining any weight whatsoever. I loved him, plain and simple. Giving your heart to someone is a lot easier to do when you have forever to do it.

"We do come on." I said sliding into the drivers seat of the awaiting sleek black car.

"Shouldn't we say goodbye to Bekah?"

"I left her a note telling her where to find us. She might join us, she might not. Lyric to live by number one, "Let it be." You would've loved the Beatles. You would've loved the sixties, even though they were a bit boring. I think the eighties would've been your favorite though, peace friendship, the end of the cold war, people just had fun."

"What about now?" I smile at his question.

"Full of rude people that couldn't give a damn about another even if they were compelled, but nice food, music can certainly be better, but there are some that know what they're doing when they pick up an instrument. People no longer have good taste either. Some, I don't even know if you an call them musicians just talk really fast into a mic and whine about not getting enough sex. One singer whines about all her breakups. The boy bands are all caught up in some big competition. All the teenagers are about getting drunk, or high. Let's just some up this generation as a bit stereotypical. The abnormal is normal now. Oh and I can't forget to mention all of the people that sit in front of a computer or book all day dying when their favorite fictional character dies. I mean come on we all knew that they were going to." I finished my rant just as we pulled in next to the airstrip.

"New York City?" A pilot asked from the entrance of the plane. I nodded getting out of the car contemplating whether or not to throw the keys n the woods or what. I shrugged deciding I'd put them on the front seat and make it easy for whoever found the car, Nik didn't need it anymore. "Come on Kol, now or never."

"Who you talking to slow poke?" He asked from the plane. I shook my head and walked up the stairs and into the plane laughing when Kol got impatient and swept me into his arms and throwing me onto the couch before going to the front and grabbing two glasses of blood and walking back sitting next to me on the couch, lifting my feet and putting them in his lap.

"To another chance," I said raising my glass and toasting with Kol.

"And a dagger free life, as long as it may last."

"You are very beautiful, you know that," the drunk tried to say, I think. He wasn't even handsome. I rolled my eyes and turned back to the bartender who conveniently walked away. The drunk started playing with my hair and I turned back to him. I kicked his stool out from under him and looked down at the guy with disdain.

"Take a hint," I said over the noise as I walked away not bothering to compel him as he'd forget the next day anyway. I took a glance at my phone and frowned I was supposed to meet Kol an hour ago at the bar. He wasn't one to be late. I called him as I walked out of the bar and headed down the crowded New York streets stepping down an alley way when I saw one. I frowned when he didn't answer leaving the simple message of call me behind as I walked halfway back to the apartment before deciding to just run.

I opened the door to the posh apartment and the first thing that caught my attention was the rose and the note. Ignoring the dark red rose i picked up the note and unfolded it seeing Kol's scripty hand writing.

Tia,

I'm doing Bekah a favor. I'll be back soon don't worry love. And don't waste your time finding us, we can handle it.

-Kol

He left me here. I thought bitterly before changing my boots and jumping out the window. I hit the ground and started racing cars as soon as my feet hit pavement, anger fueling me. He should've brought me with or at least said, 'Hey I'm going to go help my dear little sister Rebekah out do you want to come?' I mean seriously. I don't know how long we've been here but nothing bad has happened to us yet. Wait where is he? The thought stops me and I turn heading back to the city.

I pause at the entrance of the bar. Missing an actual sign the only lights on the front of the dark building are on the door. Night Walkers Bar, supposedly ran by vampires. Try your luck at surviving a night of dancing. Too bad the vampires are fake, at least to the humans. I bite my lip and open the door taking in the smell of alcohol, sweat and of course too much perfume. I narrow my eyes at the sickeningly sweet scent of cold ones, or rather cold one I ignore it and hope nothing happens between the two vampire species.

"And you are?" A bored voice asks. I turn to the doorman/security guard and smile at the vampire. He hasn't heard that vervain is good for a clean mind.

"Oh no one special, just a teen-aged girl with an obviously fake ID, no one of importance, but you let me in anyways." I compel him easily and slip past him into the crowded room. I make my way to the bar and smile at the bartender.

"Miss Katherine Pierce, what can I do for you?" The curly dark haired vampire said a little too suggestively. My god does she sleep with everyone, I think to myself.

"I will put a wooden stake through your heart if I need to James," I say threateningly.

"Ah my dear Isabella. How's Forks?" He said smiling charmingly.

"It was nice until Nik came and ruined it. And no I'm not here to kill you if it was you who told him. I am here looking for Jazz any idea where I might find her. It's important I need to cash in on a favor."

"Well I'm sure she would help you if she could but, Klaus came here looking for you about a year ago. He went to Jazz when no one talked, made her do a tracking spell and then killed her." I close my eyes and let out a sigh of frustration.

"He's gone and yet he's everywhere," I mutter. "Do you know any other witches that could do me a favor?"

"I guess it depends on what you need done," an old voice says next to me. I turn and see Lacey, the witch Gloria's twin.

"Tracking spell, Kol decided to leave me behind. I need to find him. Can you help?"

"I could do a spell like that in my sleep," she answered.

"Then will you?" She thought for a moment looking me over before nodding. "Great, let's get started," I say smiling and grabbing a bottle of liquor.

"First, a favor," she said holding my wrist and keeping me from taking the bottle.

"Of course, whatever do you need?" I ask sarcastically noticing James turn and avoid listening wondering what was up. She pulled me to the back of the bar and out a back door waiting a few moments before she began.

"There's a man in there. Supernatural, but nothing I've seen before. There are no stories, he can't be compelled and he's killed five people this week alone. He isn't a vampire." I smile at the distress in her voice, knowing exactly who she was talking about though I haven't seen him.

"I can get rid of him, but I can't answer questions about him. You will need to promise me to forget about him. Get to work on that spell," I commanded walking back into the bar following the sickeningly sweet smell to a dark cold one. Straight dark black hair scattered in a disarray on his head making him seem even paler than a normal cold one. If it weren't for his scarlet irises he would look like he belonged in a black and white film. It is almost a shame I have to kill him I think as I walk up to him.

"Next," he says as soon as I get near him. I smile and put a hand on my hip and twine a finger in my hair successfully looking like my IQ was smaller than my shoe size.

"Be careful what you say cold one, I've been around for a long time." He snapped his head around and looked me over. I smile and run a hand over his shoulder as I pass him by walking at a human pace out of the bar knowing he was following. I glance behind me more for theatrics than for information before running at a slow human pace astounded when I saw an actual trash can fire. I breath heavily falling back into the human act I pulled off for a few months in a small town in Washington.

"What's your name?" The cold one asks.

"Bella, and yours?"

"Sarren, but that doesn't matter does it love?" He asks walking around me.

"Oh it doesn't, I just think they require it in the eulogy. But don't worry yours will be brief." I say turning around and ripping his head off in one quick fluid motion tossing it into the small fire, before feeding the rest of it to the growing flames. I wipe off my hands and walk back to the bar.