Coraline kissed his cheek, presented him with a new gift, and off he went from Germany to the new beginnings where his life will start outside of the country. Awkwardly, he could not fathom how much he misses the smell of foreign soil, yet he must learn to get use to being around so many Americans. Many of the locals of New Orleans spoke his language which made perfectly sense that his primary tongue was being spoken from the driver's lips. His Chauffeur had the windows and screen of the back seat all sealed until his master was safe. Antonio has always been his trusted Valet, Chauffeur, and a good servant all in one as if that wasn't enough.

This city smelt of many things, but he mainly picked up a familiar presence with his keen sense. Knew she must be here or assumed Natasha of all people would have been surprised to see he was in town which was rare Joseph Bodine ever left Europe or the U.K borders. His cold, dark blue hues looked human enough to shield the fact he was a common undead with some interests. He could hide his dark, elegant nature from most mortals that would overlook the truth. Rolling a human wasn't something he did, knowing it was illegal, but there has been a history where he broke that kind of law years ago only for an emergency nothing more. Joseph kept that secret to himself, literally. If the law could be bent just a little, then he can try to get away with it without bringing too much attention to himself.

The ride from the airport came to a halt. Antonio slammed the door of the driver's side, moved towards the back seat where his master expected him to be courteous. "Here we are Monsieur, Baron Joseph, I thought we can lay low for a bit longer until you get settled in. I thought this place will suit a man of your stature mi'lord. "Oh, oh..it most certainly would have done him very well. Hotels would have been a choice, but the old man standing on the left of him must realize that people like him could be tempted to cause all sorts of chaos, but kept a good conscious about him. He and his servant walked in unison, the black sedan was Antonio's favorite so Joseph knew what it was like to have such machines descimated. How mortals like him would be, considering there was really nothing too surprising when the mortal emotions can be entertaining.

The heels of his white boots click-clacked on the asphalt beneath his feet, each step was too perfect even if you did not catch it at first. The locks of his dark mane almost glowed a low, dark blue shadow under the moon's aura from the dark sky. Yes, he must focus on this haven that will be his as long he was staying in here meeting all these Americans or at least some of them was Americans who spoke his language. If fortune favors him, he may even stop by a voodoo museum or the voodoo shop he read during his trip to Lousiana. The map and booklet was tucked in his left hand, his rapier wasn't entirely invisible that was sheathed in a leather, black cover. If he needs to skewer someone he'll do it and ask questions later. Then again, he can break ligaments regardless if he did not have his choice of weapons.

He entered an old, but still furnished run down home. All forgotten by a former occupant or occupants. The door opened as it wasn't locked considering how the mortal mind can forget to do simple things like lock a door in case burglars or worse can get past these barriers. His servant stepped in further so that Antonio could let the dark-haired, Frenchman know the coast was clear. If it was he trusted the German man whom he was given by Caroline to be there while Joseph was traveling. He never left his master's side even if he shall sacrifice his life to save him. There was another set of shadows, his magpies wasn't too far behind when he decided to heighten security measures. The two males was almost black, but their breasts was dark blue as their soft feet clinged to the rooftop not seeing anyone suspicious for miles. If a threat came, they was a mere distraction most of the time. If they were to fall under the enemies strength it didn't mean they had him. Distractions was exactly the type of move Joseph made. He thought ahead even when the situation became much worse than wear. Escape, that was all he needed. If he was confronted in anyway he'll be forced to fight and he obviously did not want that since he chose to live without so much bloodshed and death. Least of all death, but it did not bother him to get the job done if he must.

Antonio closed the door, the lights was all not working and Joseph didn't need it anyhow. His servant stepped behind his master, removing the dark blue jacket that covered his vest beneath the chest and torso. A white shirt was underneath, a set of dark gray trousers hid his slim, strong legs that was used to move swiftly. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, checking his hideaway before making it his for good. This will be it. As for Natasha's presence, he can smell her from this distance. A vampire's smell can notify most smells because they met them before. For now, he must rest before he shows himself to her. Probably, surprise her or perhaps she may not be. Either way, he was going to like staying here but it had nothing to do with the fact his former leader was in the city.

As for the others, there was a chance to meet them as well. He likes to survey his surroundings especially the people within.