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A party; the first party of this new day and age for him. Henrik had to admit he was a little nervous, but at least the suit he’d had in his closet for a while could be put to use--even if it was kind of restricting. “Is this thing on right...? Did I put the thing around my neck on the right way?” He grumbled some.

This was likely a bad idea. In fact it was likely a terrible idea. This had trap written all over it, and Katerina may not have been a werewolf but she sure as hell could smell trouble. But where a megalomaniac was throwing a party, chances were that free drinks and food lavishly abounded. So, trap or not, bad idea or not, she certainly wasn’t going to pass up the chance to gorge on gourmet dishes she herself was too lazy to make at home. Which is why she made a beeline for the banquet tables as soon as she’d arrived, and excitedly began piling food onto her plate too absorbed in her all-important task to see the other person coming up beside her.

   He’s minding his business -- eh, sort of -- until he sees the figure up ahead. This part of town, his part of town, was that of broken street lights and bar fights. The person in front of him? Not from this part of town that much was certain with their clean shoes and almost shiny looking attire. “Whatcha doin’ ‘round here?” his voice is laced with some sort of accent as he wonders more out of suspicion than curiosity. 

Chris knocked on the door of the current tenant in hopes of trying to find his next charge. The Elders weren’t so forthcoming with the information on who it might be, just that they live on this specific floor. He might have casted a spell to make sure he was the only one they considered for the vacant apartment on the forth floor, so that his integration into whomever the charge may be might be a bigger success. He caught wind that one of the neighbors needed to do laundry, so Chris thought it would be easier to introduce himself when he’s down at the facilities. With a basket full of dirty clothes he manages to knock on the door with his free hand in hopes of someone that might help him out. Eventually the door swings open and he is greeted by the person kind enough to open it for him.

Having been at the party for all of ten minutes Kol is already starting to get bored and almost regrets coming. That is until he sees a beautiful brunette pass by him, which piques his curiosity. She leads him to a secluded area of the stadium and with less prying eyes on him the vampire decides to strike now. He rushes to her with such speed and before she has a chance to scream he compels her to stand still and not make any noise. Thankfully because of the party she has her hair up in a bun so it makes it easier for him to sink his teeth into her carotid artery. There’s a bit of sweetness in her blood, perhaps maybe B positive or AB negative? Either way the moment is rather short lived since it is rudely interrupted by the presence of someone behind him. “Sorry darling, not quite in the mood for an audience.” Kol wipes away a few spots of blood from the corner of his mouth as he looks over his shoulder to see just who is ruining his dinner.

   “What do you think of this?” she asked the other as she held up the almost antique locket for them to see. “They don’t make lockets like this anymore. I wonder who S.C. is.”

A party was the last place HJ had wanted to be, but this was Wyatt’s birthday. He couldn’t miss out. Still, it had been a pain in the ass to find a turtle neck to cover his neck. He KNEW anyone who saw the bite marks would freak out. Quite frankly he didn’t know why he wasn’t freaked out. But alas, despite himself, he was having fun. Wildly, he danced. Only stopping to pull down his turtle neck just a tad bit and itch over his bites. Why they were itchy, he had no clue but as long as no one saw---CRAP. Seeing eyes set on him, he lifted his turtle neck back up and continued dancing hoping they hadn’t seen anything. “Great party, right?!” He asked as soon as they neared. 

“Just my luck, I’ve been in Mystic Falls less then 24 hours and something crazy has already happened...”