It's Chicago in the 1920s. They've just arrived into town after being run out of New Orleans by their father. But despite the panic and fleeing there is always happiness to be found in a new city. They can reinvent themselves yet again. Their first night is spent in a club known as Gloria -- Nik had chosen it because word of mouth was it was owned by a witch.

And he has always liked his witches.

Rebekah is social, she flirts with men, dances, and drinks until she finally finds her way back to their booth, a bright smile on her painted lips as she slides in next to her brother, a glass of champange in one hand.

"Thank you for taking me here, Nik," It had been her idea to choose such a busy city for their next destination -- someplace so alive with activity.

"It's as fantastic as the reports have made it sound like. Completely alive and wicked."