A small car pulled up to an apartment building on 5th street, the trip to Chicago having taken a little bit longer than Ana had really wanted it to be. She wasn't a fan of flying, even when it was in a plush private jet stocked to the ceiling with everything she needed to keep herself preoccupied. She was too eager to even think about watching any of the DVDs, or listening to any of the music, reading any of the books. She had tried sleeping a little longer, but even sleep eluded her. Most of the flight had been spent with her pacing the floor, sitting in one of the chairs with her legs crossed at the knee, and tapping her long nails on the arm of the seat.<br/><br/>Sighing she opened the door and stepped out into the blustering cold Chicago weather. Though the skies appeared to be clear before the private jet landed, she couldn't see the stars very well at her current location. Frowning she stood with her arms crossed over her chest, looking at the building as the car pulled away after her bags had been placed at her feet. Her heels added another three inches onto her long, elegant frame raising her from a height of 5'6" to 5'9" giving her a bit of an intimidation factor to those who were walking by her currently.<br/><br/>Her eyes watched them, hunger coiled in her stomach like a wild animal following its prey. Feeling her fangs press against her tongue, she smiled at the group. She wouldn't hunt now, there wasn't any pressing need, she had fed hours before her slipping into bed and before the alcohol had worn from her system. Her gaze followed them even after they had passed her, her dark eyes focused over her shoulder, chin brushing against the grey wool of her ankle length coat.<br/><br/>Sometime during the flight she had managed to secure her appearance to look a little more polished than the jeans and long sleeved plaid shirt she had thrown on. Now wearing black slacks with a silvery chain like belt and a navy blue top that dipped low in the back, and in the front covered her chest tightly before climbing to wrap around her throat. Wearing her favorite pair of diamond earrings that had been given to her by her father, she had strategically pulled her hair into a elegant bun to display them. Keeping her makeup light, a nice smokey eye and a pale pale pink lip gloss had pulled the look together completely.<br/><br/>Grabbing her bags she made her way towards the door of the apartment, her delicate hand raising to knock three times. She didn't have to wait long before the door swung open and she was greeted by the warmth of the interior of the building. Smiling and bowing her head, she moved herself and her bags inside, curious as to just who they had in mind to be working this little project of there's with her.