Most vampires were polite, at least to one another. They were also cunning, and political. Despite any curiosity they may hold, unless directly ordered to, most vampires would leave new arrivals alone until introduced in the presence of The Mother. But newborns were not subject to the niceties, and Edicius was already not your normal case. He had not cared for political and social maneuvering before his death, however recently, and he certainly had no taste for them now.
The door disappeared, more than opened. It was well-known to Anabel's children that the boy had been responsible for the mass destruction that had taken place on the foundation of the building, as well as the complete annihilation of Anabel's sitting room, as well as the dining room beneath it. He had never been a hateful person, rather left bitter by the constant letdowns in his mortal life, ending abruptly in the ultimate sacrifice he had paid for his dear friend Sophitia, which only ended in more misery and betrayal.
So when he invoked his newborn vamprism, and the enhanced senses it granted to identify the newcomer to the house, he thought nothing of broadsiding the door with his full force after it did not open on the first attempt. Once there was no obstruction between himself and what was supposed to be an empty room, his senses were assaulted by scents of burnt earth, dried blood, and the sight of a semi-conscious vampire near an open window.
His head drifted to the side, curiosity apparent. As much as he hated the creatures that had tricked him, he could respect that they were not the kind that would allow strangers to break into their home. If she was here, and had yet to be intercepted by Anabel's personal guard, they had likely already met. This made sense, as her own scent seemed to be absent from the range of his olfactory sense.
" What do we have, here? More foreign nightwalkers, come to confess their problems? "