Kol was at Pandemonium, the environment besides being a nightclub also functioned as his personal refuge, a place where he went to escape from his problems, but he knew that most of them were inside his head. Empty whiskey bottles were lined up on the bar counter while the ashtray was full, another addiction that the vampire had acquired over the centuries, in a frustrating attempt to lessen his anxiety and clear his mind. He held the last bottle, turning the rest of its contents into a fancy glass, bringing it to his lips, feeling the liquid burning down his throat, like small lava waterfalls. Alcohol had no effect on him, like all vampires, at first he only drank socially, but over time he became his great companion, being unable to get rid of him. The last few days had been a big blur, he didnât know how I got there, he just knew it was in a small town in Hawaii and from what the man had seen it was a very peaceful city. He missed New Orleans, he missed the fun, the parties and especially the music that invaded any environment, he was a great lover of melodies. The main reason for opening the nightclub was to feel a little closer to home, and also he believed that the city needed more sources of entertainment. The place was large, decorated in the New Orleans style, small lamps hung from the ceiling, illuminating the room, there was a large stage, a vast dance floor, a small ramp gave access to the tables on the second floor, there was also a reserved area, where the dancers entertained the guests. There was still a lot to work on, but the vampire was happy with the result, it was an old dream of his and now it was finally very close to becoming a reality. He heard the door open, seeing the strong light outside spread across the floor, placed the empty bottle on the counter, took a cigarette out of its pack and lit it âWe are not open yetâ he said, without even turning to face the person
so far hope had only ran into a few friends from the salvatore school and her aunt davina, she was kind of hoping to see more of her family. while hope wouldnât exactly hold out hope that her parents would be alive again, she knew there was a chance. but she also wanted to see any of her uncles or aunts, she knew that together the mikaelsons could get through anything. the tribrid was walking down the street and noticed a nightclub that reminded her of home, she missed new orleans so much. she knew that she shouldnât entered it but she still did. âoh sorry. itâs just.. this place reminds me of my home. so i just felt drawn to it.â she explained to him. âwhile iâm use to being away from new orleans since i go to boarding school back home, itâs weird to not be able to just board a bus and go back home to my aunt and baby cousin.â she added. not only that, all her memories of her parents were back there and in this place she couldnât just walk around and remember a good memory of her parents while she has been trapped here.