Camille O'Connell & Klaus; Around 7:30PM
For all the accusations of being a 'mad recluse' in the years prior, Klaus had always enjoyed a good party, and there was ample reason for him to attend in this instance. Whomever, or whatever, was responsible for this mass abduction...if he were going to find them anywhere, this was the best chance. And the original could be rather persuasive, when he put his mind to it. A little bit of compulsion, a little bit of torture, people tended to spill their guts. Figuratively and literally. Add to that the lot from Mystic Falls was there. Why shouldn't it come as a surprise? No matter what happened, they always seemed to be involved, one way or another. Caroline, too, but he had more pressing matters to deal with. Costume party...he should have indulged, but he hardly ever followed anyone's rules but his own, pure stubbornness could be attributed to his lack of appropriate attire. Clad in a white henley that fit his form perfectly and a pair of dark jeans, it was a far cry from some of the more bizarre outfits than the other captives had picked out, yet he still radiated a rather loud confidence.
They looked like busy little ants; selecting food and drinks for themselves, scattering about the large ballroom, mingling amongst themselves. Some of them seemed genuinely happy. He didn't doubt for a moment that this forced vacation to Las Vegas was better than some of their dreary lives. He, on the other hand, had a city to take back and an empire to establish. Every moment he was away meant that Marcel could become just a little stronger; and no more did the sky bare two suns, than New Orleans could bare two kings. He hadn't survived a thousand years because he gave up easily. The corners of his mouth had twisted into a smirk just at the thought; he could have compelled anything he wanted her, and more than likely he would at some point, but sometimes it was fun just to see the honest reaction. They were offering him drinks of a rather tacky nature; nothing that would have sated his thirst by any means, and Klaus was rather dismissive with the entire thing.
But what, or more exactly, whom, did he spy standing alone among the wall? Camille; the beautiful blonde that Marcellus had taken such an interest in. Easy to understand why. Outwardly she was attractive, of course, only a blind fool would be unable to see that. It was the touch of tragedy that drew the hybrid in, though. A sadness in her eyes. He was, to be perfectly honest, as evil as there had ever been. She was only supposed to be a pawn, one little piece in a far greater puzzle, meant to help him come into power...yet when she looked at him, he wanted to take her pain away. He wanted to give her the world that she had imagined in her best dreams; one that wasn't broken or filled with heartache. They had already shared words over the network but that wasn't enough. Pushing past people, he crossed over to where she stood, unwilling to let this opportunity pass without taking advantage of it.
“Hiding out? Can't say I blame you, love. This is a far cry from New Orleans.” His lips pulled into even more of a smile; his eyes were focused only on her, an intense stare, whether he had actually meant for it to be or not. “It's a shame, though. As beautiful as you look in that dress.” It made hi feel under dressed but that was something she would just have to forgive him for. “A true princess.”