New Orleans was considered one of the best cities around. So much to do during the day. Then, well, there was the nightlife. Night life that no one truly knew much about. If only because that life brought out those that stayed hidden during the day. Not that all of them needed to. Some just preferred it.

Klaus leaves one of the bars and his eyes narrow slightly, hearing familiar footsteps and a scent that hadn't hit his senses in a very long time. It made him wonder why it was hitting him now. However, it didn't mean that he was going off to find it. If the scent belonged to someone familiar, they could come find him. Until then, he had every intention of going off to find a bite.