Chicago. Home of Pizzas, Mobsters, and becoming a freaking human-shaped popsicle while doing so. Not that she could feel the cold as much as a vampire anymore, but hey, it was for the punchline. And she couldn't show her luxurious fur coat otherwise. Caroline smirked slightly. There was a reason why she was out in the cold, and It wasn't just because they were reforming some room at the clinic. She had heard things out of the rumour mill. Things about certain kinds of vampires prowling about the night.

Vampires she loved to target for retribution. The old french noblewoman was standing tall atop a building, peering on the streets below. Her mark was there, unaware. Poor fool. He had played with the rules of the Society for so long... But now it was time for a swift retribution. Rummaging in her pockets, she brought her cellphone to life. Pressing the key for quick dial up, she uttered a single sentence.

"Do it, [i]mes cheres[/i]"

She had given the signal, and soon the street was filled with an assorted gathering of young women. All of them humans, but humans who were hers to command. They would do anything, even charge a vampire headfirst if she commanded to do so. Which she did. And thus, the assorted humans raised their voices high, in a horrible battle chant.

"EEEEH! It's Klaus!!!" Their shrill voices and groupie getups resounded in the street, as they pounced upon the fellow vampire with colourfull sentences such as "sign my bra!" or "Let me bear your kids!". Caroline couldn't help but let a haughty noblewoman's laugh.

[i]Ahh, I was itching to pull the Rockstar prank on Klaus for quite a while![/i] She thought.