It was strange to be back in this little nothing town, in truth it seemed the same as it ever had been. Humans over run by the supernatural which they didn't know existed. The one person she hadn't expected to see was Stefan Salvatore which was one of the most painful moments of her life. The last time she'd seen him she and Klaus were running from their father and she'd refused to leave Stefan behind which was what had gotten her daggered. Klaus had never been able to handle the thought that she might love someone else more than him, that she might one day leave him.

Lifting the glass of gin to her lips she took a sip watching Kol and Klaus playing pool. It was rare the two were ever on good terms and honestly at the moment they were just barely civil. Turning back towards the bar her eyes followed Matt Donavon as he moved through the bar clearing off tables. He was handsome for a human and despite everything they had done to his friends and him he only acted cold towards her despite the warmth in his eyes.

She had the feeling it wasn't in his nature to hold a grudge which probably wasn't the best idea around her family since it seemed like they would be staying. Klaus and Kol had both already threatened his life but they threatened everyone it was their thing. Kol might be somewhat psychotic but he'd been daggered longer than the rest of them which was probably the cause.

Her mind and eyes were still on Matt when Kol came to lean against the bar beside her. "And I thought your standards couldn't fall any lower. First Stefan and now a human bus boy, I'm not sure which one is worse darlin'."

Shoving her brother hard he knocked over the bar stool he was barely sitting on and hit the floor. "Testy, testy little sister. Careful you're strumpet side is showing or is that your only side?" The cheeky smile on his face made her want to dagger him.

The main difference between Klaus and Kol was that Klaus was cruel whereas Kol was much like a teenage boy stuck on when he was turned. Tormenting the people he loved with rude jokes and vicious humor but she knew he didn't mean any of it. She loved her brothers, each and everyone of them even Finn who was so serious and hated what they all had become.

"Keep it up and you'll be missing a side Kol." She shoved hum playfully with her heeled boot. In truth he was the only one of her brothers who ever wanted to leave the house and do anything. He was also her partner in crime the two of them feeding off of one another in their need to cause conflict and mischief. Neither cared to be ruled over or dictated, Klaus kept her in control due to fear her mum on the other hand well neither had ever manged to push her past her breaking point.

Kol pushed himself up off the floor and brushed himself off, "Did I hit a nerve little sister? The other day you were fine with the idea of killing him and then changed your mind. Are you going soft on me? Caring for beings that mean nothing, they will age and we will stay forever as we are Rebekah, don't forget that."

His words stung but she knew they were true. In the next fifty years there would be no one here left to remember them other than the vampires that called it home. Was she growing soft? In truth she envied the way Stefan's little group of friends clung together always willing to help when most were human and easily killed. They did what her family have never been able to do, trust in one another and have their backs.

"I won't forget it." She said softly before drowning the rest of her drink and catching the attention of the bartender and motioning for another.

"Now what we have the unpleasantness out of the way, come play a game with us Bekah. I haven't beat you at billiards in...a long time since I was left to desiccate in a box." Though there was a joking smile on his face she knew it wasn't a joke.

She'd once tried to undagger Kol which had lead to her being daggered for six months as punishment, though she loved her brother to be daggered was one of the very worst things for their kind. "I did miss you Kol." She smiled at the memories of New Orleans of mentioning his name to Genevieve. The witch had been one of the few friends she'd had in the city and she'd been truly sorry to kill her. Though she was sure the redheaded witch would have gotten along with her hot tempered brother.

"Yes well lets not let it happen again darlin'." He winked at her before motioning for her to follow so they could play pool. It was strange to think of his sudden fits of rage compared to his normal calm, teasing and easy going nature. It was due to his turning that he held such anger, he'd always been a caring child until they become vampires. It was better not to think of the past, to think on how they'd all been, the only thing it did was hurt since those people and that family had died that night.