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In all his years of existence, Dorian had never been subject to this sort of horror.
He had spent years, decades really, being subjected to the occasional visit from some curious human who, during their forest walk, had come across his grand home and mistaking it for an abandoned, empty home ripe for exploring. In those instances, all he had to do was hide in one of the many rooms and make a few bashes and crashes to scare them off. It worked like a charm.
Granted, Dorian wanted to meet these people. He had spent years of his adult life becoming unashamedly curious in them - the only people he had been around in his life were his parents, and they died a long time ago, so who could really blame him for wanting a little contact? Especially with these weird modern folk with their funny styles and amusing expressions.
Of course, he was also aware that this was nigh-on impossible. He couldn't get close to anyone, too many questions would be asked, and if he did -somehow- become friends with these people, how would he explain his need to disappear once or twice a month? There was also the fear that, if he did leave his home to venture into the city after new friends, that he would just kill them on those very nights of the month where he wasn't... quite himself.
No, it was much wiser to stay in his house, observing and refraining from intervening.
However, today was... unlike any other he had encountered, meaning he had no idea how to really handle it.
He had fallen asleep in his bedroom and had failed to hear a group of humans not just enter his home, but make themselves comfortable in the grand hall. He remained blissfully unaware of anything until hearing the dance music blast aware from downstairs and the drunken laughs and chatters of a good few dozen teenagers partying aware in his home. That was when he awoke and frightfully peered out his window at a few gathered teenagers smoking, while the party continued inside. Cars had been parked everywhere, ruining the array of flowers he had recently planted - that pissed him off no end, and if not for his nervousness, he would have been overcome by rage and been furious with these inconsiderate assholes.
One such 'inconsiderate asshole' was Ezra, who, downstairs in one of the two living rooms, was drunkenly examining the old photographs lining the fireplace, all of Dorian's parents. Thankfully, neither his mother or father had decided to photograph their son - as much as they loved him, they would never invite an outside photographer and make their son known to the world.
"All this shit is ancient," blabbed the teenager after a moment, pulling his lips from the beer bottle as he cast his critical eye over the vases. "Like, nobody's lived here in decades, dude. It could be worth a fucking fortune, y'know? There ain't any modern shit here. No TVs, no radios... This place doesn't even have wi-fi, I've checked. Hey, we should put it all in the boot my car, Leo, before anyone else realises it's pretty valuable, yeah?"
He had spent years, decades really, being subjected to the occasional visit from some curious human who, during their forest walk, had come across his grand home and mistaking it for an abandoned, empty home ripe for exploring. In those instances, all he had to do was hide in one of the many rooms and make a few bashes and crashes to scare them off. It worked like a charm.
Granted, Dorian wanted to meet these people. He had spent years of his adult life becoming unashamedly curious in them - the only people he had been around in his life were his parents, and they died a long time ago, so who could really blame him for wanting a little contact? Especially with these weird modern folk with their funny styles and amusing expressions.
Of course, he was also aware that this was nigh-on impossible. He couldn't get close to anyone, too many questions would be asked, and if he did -somehow- become friends with these people, how would he explain his need to disappear once or twice a month? There was also the fear that, if he did leave his home to venture into the city after new friends, that he would just kill them on those very nights of the month where he wasn't... quite himself.
No, it was much wiser to stay in his house, observing and refraining from intervening.
However, today was... unlike any other he had encountered, meaning he had no idea how to really handle it.
He had fallen asleep in his bedroom and had failed to hear a group of humans not just enter his home, but make themselves comfortable in the grand hall. He remained blissfully unaware of anything until hearing the dance music blast aware from downstairs and the drunken laughs and chatters of a good few dozen teenagers partying aware in his home. That was when he awoke and frightfully peered out his window at a few gathered teenagers smoking, while the party continued inside. Cars had been parked everywhere, ruining the array of flowers he had recently planted - that pissed him off no end, and if not for his nervousness, he would have been overcome by rage and been furious with these inconsiderate assholes.
One such 'inconsiderate asshole' was Ezra, who, downstairs in one of the two living rooms, was drunkenly examining the old photographs lining the fireplace, all of Dorian's parents. Thankfully, neither his mother or father had decided to photograph their son - as much as they loved him, they would never invite an outside photographer and make their son known to the world.
"All this shit is ancient," blabbed the teenager after a moment, pulling his lips from the beer bottle as he cast his critical eye over the vases. "Like, nobody's lived here in decades, dude. It could be worth a fucking fortune, y'know? There ain't any modern shit here. No TVs, no radios... This place doesn't even have wi-fi, I've checked. Hey, we should put it all in the boot my car, Leo, before anyone else realises it's pretty valuable, yeah?"