He strolled along the black iron fence surrounding Jackson Square as the sun began to set and disappear. The days were shorter and the nights longer, which made Bourbon Street the busiest its ever been with daylight savings time. He watched the interactions of those around him, walking the few blocks towards Bourbon Street.

Standing on the corner of Bourbon and Orleans, he watched the street performers and grinned. Alcohol, sex and even blood filled the cool November night air. The dream was still fresh in his mind and the more he thought about it, the more he was curious to know why he dreamed it...more importantly Katherine's final words before sacrificing herself. Various blends of music filled the streets as he passed by each club. Booming sounds of country, zydeco, swamp pop, hip hop, rap all blended together to create the Bourbon street melody.

Taking a left into Pat O'Briens, a place he and Elijah frequented for their bourbon, he took a seat at the bar. Looking into the golden drink before him, he sighed and pulled out his phone. It was a bit quieter here and it was time he called her. Hitting her name, he waited for her to pick up.

The phone line answered and no one spoke. "I know you're avoiding me, Katherine. We need to talk and I'm sure you know why. I don't know what witchy thing you think you're doing, but I'd kindly appreciate if you'd stay out of my head." He knew she was probably using her traveler powers to put things in his head. "So I get the silent treatment now?"

A dark chuckle had his body stiffening. "Do not give Katherine all the credit, brother. Our mother was just showing her a few things. I found it interesting, especially the end." Finn's sarcasm was dry and of course hit every single nerve he had as he tightened the grip he had on the glass in his hand. The glass gave and exploded in his hands, shards of glass impaling his palm as his blood mixed with bourbon and stung. The bartender began to clean the mess as Klaus felt like he was seeing red.

"Where is she?"

"Away from you, which is probably a safer place. Anyone who goes near you usually winds up dead...or daggered." He was still bitter and it was obvious in his voice. Klaus curled a lip. "I will find them and when I do, I will take pleasure in ripping every appendage from your body and watch you bleed out." He said before hanging up the phone and closing his eyes.

"What a threat! You know, homicide is never the answer." A female voice chimed in next to him. She took a sip of her drink and her eyes went to his hand before she pointed. "You should get that looked at. Here, let me help." She took his hand gently in her hands and began to pull the glass out, tenderly caring for him. He jerked away from her and proceeded to the exit. Ducking into the alley next to the bar, he heard her running behind him. "hey, wait!"

He spun around and glared at her with a hard look, "Now is not the time and I suggest if you want to live you will turn around now and go back inside."

"Woah, jackass. I was just trying to help you."

"And I don't need your help." He turned from her and she spoke low, "You need more than my help."

He rushed up to her, causing her to gasp and pressed her against the wall as he spoke darkly, threatening her. "I did warn you." He said before striking her neck roughly and hearing her scream, the music and noise of bourbon street masking her screams. He pulled her blood into his mouth and drank, feeling her fight lessen as she slumped in his arms. After a few minutes, she was lifeless and quiet. He let her body fall to the ground and let his head fall back as he let out a roar of anger and pain.

"I...I hate y-you, Niklaus, but I d-didn't always...that...that night. I meant w-what I said. L-Let s-someone...l-love you."

"Damn you Katherine. Damn you." He said through clenched teeth as he looked at the corpse on the ground before stepping over her.