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There are other vampires here.

Claudia managed to know that much by picking up on the minds surrounding them. She's not as strong as Louis, she can't send out the Dark Gift that far, but she's able to catch a few stray thoughts here and there. Keep away from that part of the French Quarter. Damn Mikaelsons, trying to tell us what to do. Don't mess with them, it's for your own good.

What most people took as a warning, Claudia took as an invitation. Louis didn't know shit. Santiago and the rest of the coven didn't know shit. Armand certainly knew shit but seemed to delight in not telling Claudia anything, keeping her as in the dark about her immortal nature as long as possible. Lestat didn't know shit and, most importantly, was probably dead at the moment. Like hell Claudia wanted to talk to him. So these vampires, whoever they were, offered her the chance at an answer. She'll happily take it.

And she at least had a location: the French Quarter. So one night, Claudia sits on a bench, idly staring out into the sky. But as she does so, she thinks as loud and as hard as she possibly can, sending her thoughts out blaring through the sky like a beacon, in the hopes that one of them would listen.

My name's Claudia. I'm a vampire, like you. I wanna meet and I wanna talk.

And if none of them catch her thoughts...well, she's got other ways to grab attention. Leave enough bodies behind and people'll start looking.
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In Claudia's defense, she didn't know the man who's throat she's currently ripping out was a high-powered pharmaceutical exec who's on at least a few hit lists for price-gouging his drugs and spiriting away any and all negative test results from his clinical trials. She knew he was important. Man like that wearing a suit like that and throwing around money in that way, he had to be important. Or at least, he had to think he was. All Claudia knew was that she hated the way he called her sweetheart and stared at her prepubescent tits just a little too long.

She knows Louis would be mad. Targeting someone like this, someone with money, that's sloppy. That's going to draw attention. You're rash, Claudia, you've got to stop being so impulsive about this. But she knew she could hide this from him. Try as he might to say they're a pair, to say that they're a team, Claudia knew that Louis's eyes wandered away from her more often than not, wandering to the bed of another.

Just the two of them sticking together, 'me and you,' huh? Bullshit.

So yes, Claudia could have planned this better. But she was so hungry and she hadn't eaten in ages and it was so much fucking harder to hunt in this day and age than back in the 1920s, when people didn't ask too many questions if a body was found in the lake or a drunk was 'mauled by a dog' as they so often assumed it was. Now they had fucking security cameras and phones in everyone's pockets and apps that let you whine like a little bitch to your neighbors if someone looked at you funny. Claudia was adjusting, but it was a trial.

So of course she wasn't going to take up the opportunity when the man invited her to 'join the rest of the girls' back at his place. And of course she was going to make sure the rest of the girls were conveniently not in the building when she sunk her teeth into this man's neck, blood spurting out as it started to paint her and the rest of the room a deep crimson. She was so hungry. It ain't wrong to want to feed yourself!

The problem (because there's always a problem) came in the fact that the door might not be as thoroughly locked as Claudia wanted it to be. Or just one security camera was left unplugged. Or that she's just not as sneaky as she'd like.

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