I'm not who I used to be...

Officially, he had been back in New Orleans less than two weeks. Enough so, that he found himself a place to call home - an apartment overlooking Bourbon Street. Though his place in the city was of mixed results. He was about his own agendas first and foremost despite what appeared to rule the surface.

A smile came to play on her lips at the sound of a familiar voice. "No no wait, let me guess, Klaus..." Her eyes remained closed as she lifted the drink to her mouth for a quick sip. Slowly her head tilted back, her gaze fixing on him. "When I'm right? I'm right," she laughed. "Maybe it's a bit of both, I could only torture the wonderful citizens of Mystic Falls for so long." 

“I haven’t yet decided the status of our meeting, but it’s leaning towards warm,” she said. Louise set the magazine aside, already bored with it and she took up her coffee. “Now don’t misjudge me for the caring type but I heard a sigh that needs to be addressed, am I right?”

Louise gasped in faux shock. “It appears you’re a smart little girl,” she commented, “You may call me Louise. It means war, and oh do I like a good war.” She crossed her legs to sport a good amount of leg and very high heels. The she devil was dressed from head to toe in black, except for her lipstick of course. “I’m taking it that you’re no stranger to the supernatural.”

Her brow raised at the woman's reaction. Fighting an entertained laugh she reclined fully into the chair, and forced out an unintentional yet weary sigh. "I'm not, but if I was my life would be a lot easier I'm sure, nice to meet you Louise."