Klaus had ushered the woman away from the alley successfully, maintaining his secret and avoiding an unfortunate 911 call. They sat at a park bench and he reiterated his cliches, growing exhausted of humoring the woman. He couldn't quite bring himself to feed on her as her dark eyes and crooked smile reminded him too much of someone else. So they talked and she eventually relented--he waited with her after insisting she call a cab and she left. Klaus's throat was still painfully dry, however, and he had wasted too much time on human who's blood he didn't even want. Brows furrowed, he pinched at his nose, sighing at himself. "Idiot," he repeated. 

His mind wandered to the Bianchi-Smith he had avoided earlier and he made a point to look around at his surroundings. The family may have been out on a hunt together. He had intended to eat his fill then visit the mansion, but it seemed as if he could run into any of them tonight. He vaguely remembered a bar they frequented, though the exact name escaped him (not that it was guaranteed to still be around, anyhow). Klaus was a bit of a loner among vampires, though he supposed that if members of the family were disappearing that joining in on the hunt may be beneficial. It meant safety in numbers, and with that decided, he stood and started walking in what he assumed was the direction of the bar.

A new scent of blood found his nose and he was already heading in that direction. Without a human trailing him again, he thought it'd be alright to approach. Klaus turned a corner and his gaze found the source: three men and two women stood under a streetlamp. He recognized one as a Bianchi: gorgeous Riya was relatively young when Klaus first met her, but she had clearly grown into her own. He hoped her bloody hellhound wasn't around as he glanced around suspiciously. The second woman had just dropped a man, bleeding from his neck. He didn't recognize her, but... he suddenly felt relaxed despite the horror she embodied with blood dripping down her chin and an exhausted expression on her face. 

The calm she forced upon the men could only last so long in the face of a vampire. Klaus was unsurprised when one turned to run away. In fact, he let the man run straight into him with an abrupt gasp. Klaus saved him from falling, but grinned to show off his fangs as he held him there. "Party's just starting, love," he teased, aggressively putting his arm over the other's shoulders as he walked him back toward the small group. He eyed Sarah one more moment before cocking his eyebrows at Riya. "Enough to share?" he asked politely, recalling the "stray" another Bianchi-Smith had killed not long ago.

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