Klaus stood outside the hotel, pouting as he gazed up the Four Seasons. This is what you came to Chicago for, he reminded himself, dropping his gloved hands into the long coat. But the idea of hunters and The Society being in one place gave the vampire anxiety. His dark eyes dropped and he caught the doorman staring at him curiously, but he politely glanced away when Klaus caught him. So he sighed and ascended the stairs and entered the hotel; unlike some of the disheveled trash bags called hunters, Klaus and other vampires had a better idea of what it meant to blend in. Or maybe they were so pretentious that they didn't have to try. Either way, he entered the hotel with ease and was only talked to by its workers to be politely greeted.
He found his way to the ballroom...And it was nearly empty. He would have scowled had he been the only one, but seeing someone at the pastry bar, he instead donned a lazy smile and approached. The hunter was stuffing his face, but Klaus greeted him anyway. "Hello, love. Staying warm?" His tone was friendly enough--even opened by talking about the weather--but his smile didn't quite reach his eyes and the red glint was almost playful.
"Who are you exactly?" The man was relatively young and even a little skinny but he remained tense. Hunters had all sorts of tricks up their sleeves, and he wasn't going to be so stupid to relax around one. Even under the pretense of peace.
At the first sign of trouble, Natalie had ditched..whatever the hell happened at the rave. Once a safe haven for "ferals"--dubbed so by The Society--it had become exactly not that. Now she was holed up in a dingy motel, contemplating what her next move would be. It was clearly too dangerous to stick around Chicago. And yet... Her gaze flickered to the windows. Satisfied that the sun had set, she hopped off the bed and put on her beanie, leather jacket, and fingerless gloves.
She stepped out into the cold and locked the door behind her. She needed to feed--she would figure out what to do after. Vampire would be nice, but she supposed it would be a good idea to stick with human for the night. So she started toward downtown, glancing over her shoulder as she walked. "Fuck," she muttered as the anxiety caught up with her, which gave way to irritation. She couldn't be afraid of other vampires--they should be afraid of her. And they clearly were, organizing failed raids and...who knows what else.
Natalie came to a crosswalk and stopped, watching the hand across the street. Her foot tapped impatiently as she continued to debate her choices.