He was bored and decided it would be fun to head to Bourbon. He was sure to find some drunk lass to feed on and enjoy until morning. The lights attracted him to the popping of Razzoo's, one of Bourbon street's best entertainment and dance clubs. He was handed a mask at the door and grinned, slipping it on for fun. Of course, he had his own secret agenda...he needed to speak to a certain witch and this was where she frequented. His eyes scanned the room, bodies moving against one another. Near the stage, there was a nice body moving to the techno playing and he grinned with intrigue.

Stepping closer to her, he slipped a hand on her hip and pulled her into him, leaning down to whisper into her ear. "My, my, you look tempting, don't you."

His brows went up and he smirked, letting his hands trail against the leather dress she wore. She wore a familiar perfume, one that reminded him of Caroline. Wishful thinking, he assumed. She moved against him and he grunted slightly, closing his eyes for a moment to make sure he didn't lose his composure.

She turned her head away from him and he heard her voice over the music, it sounded musical and light. He'd have fun with her tonight. He was feeling a bit ravenous and she may be able to sate all his hungers. He placed his lips to her ear and said low and sultry, "You do indeed look delicious...I wonder how you taste." His vampiric traits began to appear beneath his eyes and he prepared his fangs to ready himself to strike her neck.

He looked at the girl with curiosity, wondering who she was and how she knew. His eyes focused on hers, seeing familiarity. Before he could speak her name, she'd taken off like a game. Vampire blonde...Caroline Forbes. He growled and curled back his lip as he shook his head. What was she doing here? Watching her dart off into the intoxicated crowd, he began to grin and chuckled slightly. "Oh I'll get you alright, Miss Forbes..." He said low, knowing she'd hear him.

His eyes watched her move around the club. He learned her movements and ducked into the crowd, catching her wrist and spinning her into him as she tried to move East. He looked down at her and smirked. "Nice of you to visit...care to tell me why you're here?" He licked his lips, wanting to taste hers. They were a deep shade of red, something he'd never seen her in and he found it mesmerizing.

He cocked a brow and silently wondered if she were drunk. She seemed off, unlike herself. Too playful and fun, not uptight and bossy. He grinned and licked his lips, tasting his own blood there. His eyes locked on hers and he considered his next move. Reaching out, he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the alley near the club, slamming her against the bricks of the building. Partiers passed them obliviously and he removed his mask, looking at her with this getup. Praise the gods this woman had legs of a goddess and lips of a queen. He moved closer to her and pinned her between him and the brick, slowly reaching up to remove her mask from her face.

He looked into her eyes and prayed what he saw was a facade. "I heard about your mom. My condolences." He tested the waters.

He blinked and looked at her incredulously, knowing the fears he had were confirmed in her words. She had turned off her humanity. He let out a breath and shook his head, a whisper leaving his lips. "No." Was all he said as he looked at her. His mind was buzzing from her erotic teasing tongue that had just been drug across his lower lip, but he fought to ignore it as he processed the fact that Caroline had turned off her humanity, something he loved about her.

"Why?" He reached out and grabbed her arm roughly, slamming her against the brick and met her eyes with intensity. "WHY CAROLINE!? Why did you do it!"

He chuckled, "Oh, really? Or what?" He challenged her but all he got in return was a confession filled with such anger and sorrow, he could see why she turned it off. It was too much for her to handle and he knew all too well the feeling over overwhelming emotions driving you to the brink of insanity. He continued to listen to her, wanting to reach out and hold her to tell her all would be okay, but this was not the same Caroline he once before could console. This Caroline had no humanity.

"Caroline..." He began but was stopped short as she spun him so that his back was against the brick. She was much more domineering and he was enjoying it, even when he knew he should not. His brows rose at her own challenge and every molecule in his body screamed to take that challenge, but he refrained. For a second.

He moved forward and crashed his lips to hers, his fingers tangling in her hair as he shoved her against the opposite wall in the alley. He pressed against her and remembered their time in the woods when she gave into the temptation he'd given her, now the tables were turned. She had tempted him into this and he was powerless to stop her charms. But in truth, he didn't want to.

He growled low as she spoke and buried his face in her neck, inhaling the sweet jasmine smell she wore. He pulled the pin from her hair as it fell around his face and his grip on her hip tightened, pressing his body against her to show her just how hard that place was. Grinning as he pulled back to look at her, he met her eyes. It was so blank and dull from an emotionless existence. What many did not know, was he never shut his humanity off. He wanted to feel, feeling made him feel human. Made him remember why he fought and why he craved power. The mirage he put out there was all to protect his feelings and ensure that no one knew he would care. Caring made you weak.

He brushed her hair back from her face and let the stubble of his chin run over her cheek as he whispered into her ear. "Naughty Caroline...I like it." He teased her. "Tell me, have you grown so bored with yourself you've turned off the ability to feel?" He met her eyes, challenging her to dig deep into the reason she did this.