Hmmm.... And here is Vittorio.
Despite the strangeness of the situation and the unfamiliarity of the mansion, Vittorio took a brief moment to study a painting. There was, he decided, always time for art.
As a vampire who had lived almost six centuries, Vittorio was not wary of his surroundings. In fact, he felt quite intrigued. With a sigh, he moved away from the painting and on to the next. his step silent as he made his way down a short hallway toward a room that smelled of books and leather...a library, perhaps?
With a dark jacket and slacks, Vittorio was dressed to impress; everything he wore expensive and thoughtfully picked out. Designer sunglasses were pushed up on top of his head. Tall, with broad shoulders, Vittorio did not seem so young from afar, but his face was youthful, with glowing hazel eyes that were painfully vulnerable to behold. He was beautiful, that was certain, though there was something almost unnatural about it. His skin was too pale and his movements smooth with a cat-like grace that could not possibly be human.
Vittorio paused in the doorway to the library but he did not hesitate to open the door, very impatient to take in the scent of the room. His pale eyes narrowed slightly as he stepped inside and he held his breath like a child who suddenly realises that they are completely unaware of their surroundings.
Hmmm, yes, this place was very curious indeed.
[[ Typist: This is Vittorio di Raniari from Anne Rice's Vittorio the Vampire. His canon is set right after his book so... 1998. :) ]]