It was a secure location, but then that sort of thing never stopped him.  All it took was a little sneaking, a little manipulation, and a lot of knowing how the world worked.  Even if he had been alive during the days of the Vikings, modern day had not completely left him behind.  If anything, the vampire had learned to thrive in it, using everything he learned to his advantage.  It was something he’d seen on more than one occasion, another immortal refusing to accept change and getting left behind.  They always faded away, fell to long sleeps, and… of course, there were hunters.  Someone who didn’t fit in with modern society stuck out like a sore thumb to that lot.<br/><br/>Kade, however, had grown and adapted efficiently, even despite his own periods of slumber, deep in the earth.  He knew how buildings were secured, was well versed in CCTV equipment, and had the skills to beat it all.  To enter the condo without signs of disturbance only took a simple keycard that he’d snagged from the front desk.  He’d kicked off his own shoes at the front door and, rather than leave them in plain sight, taken them to the balcony so he could enjoy the fresh air and view.<br/><br/>At least, that was the plan.  Instead, Kade ditched the shoes there on the balcony and spent the rest of his time alone examining the rooms.  He wanted to say that the simplistic nature was beautiful in some way.  What it was, was cold and unfriendly.  It wasn’t comfortable, not to him, a creature who surrounded himself in warmth and rich colours.  This was the opposite of his own style, which was deep and dark, luxurious.  It was monotone and… dismal.<i>Do you even have a personality, Dorian Michaelson?</i>he mused to himself, studying the artificial flowers in the bedroom that looked like they were being put on the spot.<br/><br/>The one thing that the place had going for it, the only thing that gave it a feeling of life at all, was the scent that prevailed.  It was Dorian’s.  Kade imagined that he spent many nights working late within those walls.  Sleeping.  Eating.  Being just as drab and boring as the décor.  Why he came across as so alluring was impossible for the vampire to decide.  Perhaps he just came from a very old bloodline of warriors, or nobility?  It also could’ve been the luck of the draw, just an anomaly that came out of the blue.<br/><br/>The wait was surprisingly long.  Dorian could’ve made other stops on his way home, he supposed.  The sound of the door opening was still a sweet relief, because how much longer could he hold out for just a little taste?  Just a tiny one…<br/><br/>Dorian saw him.  Reacted.  The vampire’s pale eyes followed his movements with little concern.<br/><br/>“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you… Mr. Michaelson,” he whispered.  “You might very well ruin my good mood, and then where will we be?”