Klaus suddenly noticed the eerie silence that hung over the block; it was too quiet. There were so few people, and his intuition--built over 900 years--alerted him to the tension in the air and shiver ran up his spine. He slowed in his walk and dropped his hands from his pockets, eyes narrowed against the darkness as he looked around. "Mm," he mumbled, forcing himself to relax. While nothing he happened, his guard remained up as he started to walk again. 

Suddenly, a woman. She was running right at him. Then another. And another--

Klaus was swarmed by unknown humans, shrieking and begging for his attention. When he realized they weren't trying to kill him, he admittedly felt a swell of pride for a moment. But just for a moment: attention was nice, but not when it was from dozens of people all at once in a public place. So he cursed and snapped at them, "Get off me!" He pulled his arms away and twisted and pushed his way out of the crowd of adoring fans. Then he ran--not fast enough to warrant attention as a supernatural creature, but fast enough to hopefully outrun his personal mob. 

"Fuck you!" he snapped at the dark sky, slowing down only to check his back. He knew she was out there somewhere.