Chicago. Not the best place in the world, but it held...some fond memories nonetheless. Though what brought Klaus here this time around was the fact the city was being plagued by Feral vampires. Nasty creatures. Vampires, sure, but at least most vampires weren't cannibals. And while he disliked his own kind in general, he didn't think any one of them should become a blood bag for another. And so here he was, actually choosing to ally himself with The Society in order to take out the leeches. And the potential brownie points with the Octus was appealing, as well: Klaus wasn't exactly a poster boy for The Society's laws, after all.
He stepped out of the taxi, dark eyes narrowed as he looked around. Definitely Chicago, he thought with a wrinkle of his nose. The air was cold--even though he was dressed for the weather, the wind could always bite through your clothes. It didn't seem to bother Klaus, though, and he started walking. There was a lot that needed to be done, but first, Klaus was thinking a drink was a good way to start.
Natalie sat up on the bar, her thin legs crossed as she watched the scene before her. The man named Aldaric was attempting to initiate a new vampire into their group. And while Natalie appreciated belonging to a group such as this, she couldn't admit to be very loyal to their ideas. She had barely had any run ins with The Society. She didn't particularly care about their rules, and so long as she stayed under the radar, she would be fine on her own. Still, there was the appeal of friends and safety by sticking to a group such as this, so she remained where she sat, quietly, her amber eyes widened in curiosity. What would this new vampire choose?
He stepped out of the taxi, dark eyes narrowed as he looked around. Definitely Chicago, he thought with a wrinkle of his nose. The air was cold--even though he was dressed for the weather, the wind could always bite through your clothes. It didn't seem to bother Klaus, though, and he started walking. There was a lot that needed to be done, but first, Klaus was thinking a drink was a good way to start.
Natalie sat up on the bar, her thin legs crossed as she watched the scene before her. The man named Aldaric was attempting to initiate a new vampire into their group. And while Natalie appreciated belonging to a group such as this, she couldn't admit to be very loyal to their ideas. She had barely had any run ins with The Society. She didn't particularly care about their rules, and so long as she stayed under the radar, she would be fine on her own. Still, there was the appeal of friends and safety by sticking to a group such as this, so she remained where she sat, quietly, her amber eyes widened in curiosity. What would this new vampire choose?