Intentionally slowing and shortening his steps, Mithias enjoyed a short walk. He could hear everything. There was little reason to lift his hood to see, but of course things were all so beautiful. The sky, the trees, and the silver glow of the moonlight off the ever so slowly rolling clouds beneath it were mesmerizing... but even that was less beautiful than a human, a person. Mithia inclined his head after a particular young woman with curly brown hair as she paced by politely. Some humans were so delicate and shy, like deer. He lowered his head again, pausing for a moment with the thought to go after her. Not to eat her, no, not this time. It would just be nice to hear her laugh and chat with family... perhaps a fiance. Sometimes Mithias wished he was a grandfather for the benefits of family. Centuries were so much slower in loneliness. He sighed and resumed walking. There was simply no way that he could masquerade as a normal human. Vampirism was physically obvious in him, with his chalk white skin, clawed hands, and vivid golden eyes. They weren't normal attributes. He was visually terrifying. It was too bad other vampires made such bad friends. 

Not far, near a graveyard, he heard a conversation between what seemed to be some teenagers about vampires. he didn't even bother to shake his head and kept on moving. The 'entertainment' out here was unfortunately bland, but he had another goal in mind tonight. 

That carriage... Mithias stopped and peered carefully through the front gate to the Kingsley Manor. There it was. So that brown haired boy had come here. Very curious. Although fairly socially ostracized, Mithias had heard the rumors, and he knew they were false. A crow cawed above him as the wind made the dried, dead leaves in the trees rattle. It was such a lovely music. The warm lights in the stone-walled windows looked inviting, like a home long forgotten, and the thought to invite himself in came to mind. Of course he would be careful not to be seen, but after 300 years of no possibility of finding his own maker, what else was there to do but takes illogical risks? Mithias touched his sides, feeling the two swords he kept hidden under his disguise. He actually chuckled softly and looked back at the manor. Nothing could possibly kill him, even if he wanted it to. 

Walking a little further into a black shadow beneath the rattling trees, Mithias dropped his cane and lept over the wall. Certainly a little tentative exploring would be ok. Rather than take the front door, Mithias scaled the wall to an open window and began his investigation by peering inside. 

Lights were still on, mostly candles, but this place also had electric lights. A dusty chandelier hung over what looked like a library on the inside, with many walls and standing racks of books. He listened with extra intention for any voices.