Hmmm.... And here is Vittorio.

[v_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

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[pandora_antioch]

Sitting in the library is a woman he does not know - a vampire. She looks up, from her nocturnal musings, barely a moment, and resumes her study. If he is close enough to see, he will notice that she is writing in a very strange script, that does not exist in human culture.

Her mind is an opaque thing, but her face is peaceful, almost girlish, despite the old age, betrayed by her marble-like limbs.

[v_is_vittorio]

Vittorio became impossibly still when he sensed the presence of the ancient vampire, his eyes narrowing even more. A full minute passed before he finally willed himself to move further into the library, his step suddenly audible out of respect for the Elder vampire.

Slowly and cautiously he allowed himself to venture closer to the other immortal, then once she was in sight he became still again. Vittorio did not speak aloud but his fear and awe were obvious in his thoughts and in his expression, causing him to seem very child-like. He bravely stood by a bookshelf and studied the ancient one instead of darting away as most young vampires might, then he took a measured step closer.

"You are even more lovely than I had imagined."

[pandora_antioch]

She looks up, slowly - sensing him to be of her kind, not one like Henry or Jody, and certainly less foolish than C. Thomas Flood. "And you had imagined me," she murmurs, softly, curiously. She has been a loner, a lonely soul for so long - though now no longer. "Who are you," she asks, voice quiet, steady, almost expressionless, but not quite, "who makes such claims, and yet whom I have never met?"

And when were you, when Akasha cleaned so many of us away, and when the survivors became a coterie, if not a brotherhood?

[v_is_vittorio]

His gaze lowered slightly when Pandora turned her attention to him, as if he could not bear to look at her directly...bu then he did glance up again when she spoke. Her eyes mesmoried him.

Vittorio shook his head and remained where he was, not at all intruding on the great lady's space, though his brow furrowed at her last question....but it is not obvious why in his thoughts. He placed his hand against his chest and nodded deeply at Pandora, a bow of sorts that he felt appropriate when introducing himself to such an ancient being.

"I am Vittorio, my lady."

[beautiful_boy]

Since his arrival, Armand hadn't left the library. He was waiting for someone in particular.. Before Vittorio even came into the room, he knew there was a vampire approaching -- and because this vampire's mind was difficult to read, he hoped it was Marius.

However, Vittorio's appearance disappointed him. Armand frowned, his eyes narrowing, but his expression became thoughtful. There was something a bit more... normal... about this vampire, particularly after the one he met earlier. He felt as though he should know him; the vampire's power was apparent.

Abruptly, but not quite rudely: "Who are you?"

[v_is_vittorio]

Vittorio did not try to hide that he was intrigued by the other vampire, pausing a few feet away. He was not as wary of this immortal as he had been with the other but he did keep a polite distance.

If Vittorio recognised Armand it was not obvious in his expression, but he did manage to smile very faintly, his hand going into his own pant pocket. "I could ask you the very same."

[beautiful_boy]

"Yet you don't," Armand said simply, his eyes narrowing. The Mansion put him on guard, and yet the people here fascinated him. His outward aggression made it easier for him to hide how ill at ease he felt in the situation. "Tell me your name. Why haven't I met you?" Or perhaps he had.

[v_is_vittorio]

"How should I know why you have not met me? Perhaps it is becuase I make it my business not to interfere in the affairs of other vampires." Vittorio trailed off as he took another step closer, his eyes glowing faintly as he looked over the other immortal.

"Or maybe you haven't been to my city. I think I would remember you."

[ninja_niko]

Niko was turning in, and paused upon his eyes catching sight of the vampire. It wasn't dead obvious, yet it was. Clear as crystal on a moonlit night. Self-evident like a known truth.

Vampire.

He'd only ever seen Henry Fitzroy here. He'd heard vaguely about an ancient being lurking about. But this is not it. This one is old enough to be dangerous, young enough to be still hungry for life.

And like a deadly pang, it gripes at him.

Promise. Where is she? It is the cold touch of a vampire that he years for - of her. It's probably floating at the top of his mind as he tries to brush his way past Vittorio.

[v_is_vittorio]

The man's thoughts immediately caught Vittorio's attention...his appearance as well... and he turned where he was standing by the doorway to watch him walk past.

"We are not all cold, Signore." Vittorio raised an eyebrow before his attention suddenly went to a painting nearby. In an instant he was standing by it, as if he had been there the entire time, his hand lifting to adjust the tilt of the frame.

[ninja_niko]

Ah. An Italian vampire. He's never met any of those, before. Just Promise and Henry VIII's bastard son. Who, really, is not a bastard, even if he seems to have strange principles. Puns. Thank God Cal isn't hear this, he muses.

Niko looks up as the words are given, but has to adjust his target. "God, do you folks have to do that all the time? It's kind of unnerving," he points out, rather zen however in the way he speaks. He takes one step back - after a demonstration of power such as this, his paranoia kicks in.

Survival of the fittest. He knows all about that - and Niko Leandros has worked hard to be fit.

[v_is_vittorio]

For a moment it appeared as of Vittorio would laugh, but he only shook his head a little before glancing over in Niko's direction.

"You are wise to be afraid. One can never be too careful. Tell me of the others here." As if Niko were informed of the habits of every person inhabiting the museum... Though despite Vittorio's words, his own expression was calm and not intimidating at all...almost as if he were simply a young boy caught up in a situation he did not fully understand. He often used this to his advantage.

[phedre_25]

She is in the library, reading, making notes. Perhaps she is waiting for someone. Perhaps she is is only wiling the hours until fatigue is great enough for her to go collapse in her room. Her voice is lovely as she hums a soft song to herself, oblivious to her surroundings.

Phedre, so far, does not know that there is a vampire about. Not that she would mind. She has a weakness for charming undead men.

[v_is_vittorio]

Hearing the humming of the young lady, Vittorio ventured closer. He found that this place was certainly very curious and the people in it even moreso and the odds that this woman was just as interesting were very good.

He stopped several feet away from Phedre, his mind searching hers to see what she knows of the mansion and the others that wandered about. When he spoke his voice was quiet but also penetrating, as if he really is right beside her. "Hmmm... Is it really safe for you to be here alone, Signorina?

[phedre_25]

Feeling observed, Phedre tucked a strand of hair back behind her hair in a graceful gesture - that of a courtesan trained to please