Victor has Misha drag this woman out, while he follows with his gun pointed at her back.

Not murdering the woman allows your Humanity to flourish and not let the Beast control you. You decided to let justice run it's course and not give into your primal urges - and not repeating the same mistakes of the past. With the loose end finally tied off. The only question would remain..

..what to do next?

Alana glances to Aless, finally relieved from the stress this has all called. "I believe a celebration is in order? What would you like to do Birthday girl?" 

Victor takes everyone back to Alessandra's mansion. He sets up Ra Ra Rasputin on Just Dance because Cherri got that stuck in my head for the last day.

Victor enjoyed the dancing, doing a round of Footloose and then teaming up with Misha for Barbie Girl. He didn't like the song personally, but Misha wanted to do it, so he did. Whenever the dancing stopped, but before they all went to bed, Victor found Alessandra and gave her $6,000. "$3,000 for this month and $3,000 to cover next month's rent. Thank you for allowing me to live here."

With the success of turning in the killer, they had collectively decided to return to Alessandra's mansion for a good few hours of Just Dance. Alessandra took the chance to fully introduce Harold to the rest coterie, a mute nosferatu. "His tongue was cut out when I found him, poor thing." She says during his introduction, a truly hideous sight he was. "But he's been such a big help around the mansion and he kills it at Just Dance!" The nosferatu looks embarrassed at Alessandra. "Oh, hush, you're one of the best! You'll be showing us amatuers how its done."

Harold retreated back to his room when their dancing session was done, but he begins to sign something over to Alessandra. She nods up to him and pats him on the back, letting him go to his room to rest for the remainder of the night. She turns to Victor, her eyebrows raising when he gives her the money so readily. "No thought at all, hm?" She laughs. "Very well. Take claim of the pink room, do whatever you want to it. Harold can help you tomorrow with the redecoration to make it more 'homey' for you." She then turns to Sorrin. "Harold wanted me to tell you that he enjoys your company very much and you are welcome to bunk with him again if you so wish, but he understands if you decide not to now that you've seen him. Oh! And the option of you moving in is still there, by the way, free of charge."

The next day, Victor accepted Harold's help in redecorating his room. He had taken the time to learn sign language, as he had plenty of free time to learn things since becoming a vampire. "Good Morning." He signed. "I'm Victor, I'll be your housemate here for the foreseeable future. Thank you for your assistance." He waits for Harold to sign back before continuing with the work. He changed into painter's clothing and carefully moves all of her pink furniture from the room, not wanting to mess it up with the new paint. With Harold's help, he paints the room a nice shade of navy blue. He adds some furniture to go with the room, a black sofa, a bookshelf, a desk,  a painting to really fill out the space, and a television. "Thank you, Harold. I wouldn't have been able to do this without you." He signs. "Should you need my assistance on a future occasion, you need but ask. Also, sorry about how noisy it was when I slept with Misha. I assure you that it won't happen again."  

Meeting Harold face to face, Sorrin gives the mute a smile and offers a hand to shake, "A pleasure to meet you properly, Harold." The man's physical form explained why he hid, but it mattered little to Sorrin. One's appearance did not define their nature. Later after watching his wicked sick dance moves, Sorrin begins to wonder if the Nosferatu practiced in that room. Hearing Alessandra's words, Sorrin offers a thankful nod and chuckles, "If you'd be willing to pass on that I'd be happy to room with him again. His appearance doesn't change my opinion of his person, though I do pity the experience he must have had to end up as he is." Then, hearing the offer to the room, he gives Aless a charming smile, but shakes his head, "As...tempting as that offer is, I must decline. I like where I am currently housed...Speaking of which, I believe you wanted to visit it~ And while I doubt we'll get there tonight, would you be inclined to allow me to see yours?"

Alessandra smiles in delight when she hears Sorrin agree to bunk with Harold again, her hands clasping together. "Yes! Will do! He will be so pleased~" Her smile softens slightly. "And thank you for treating him as a person and not a monster, Sorrin. Believe me when I say he appreciates it more than you know... and I would be willing to teach you sign language if you would like to try and communicate with him better."

Her hands drop back to her sides when she listens to him speak again, this time regarding her offer of moving in, a little sad he politely declined, but ultimately she understood. "Well, that's alright, but in the case of anything happening, you are always welcome to stay here, even if it's for a few days. As for seeing your home, you could always give me the grand tour tomorrow? Only if you're free to, I wouldn't want to impose on anything." She pauses a bit before continuing, looking as she she were thinking of something prior to answering his question, then gives him a sheepish look and says, "A tour of my home, yes? Or of my bedroom?"

Misha couldn't get enough of Just Dance. Especially that one song. The one that she'd hum on occasion and get stuck in people's heads...Ra Ra Rasputin, Russia's greatest love machine..She was working up a sweat, so she'd wear her workout shorts and half top. She danced and danced until her muscles burned and she had worked up quite a sweat. She was careful to make sure she didn't break the Xbox. Such a great toy. This whole concept of video games was a bit foreign to Misha, but this one was fun, dancing, exercise..

She wiped her forehead and went another round trying to beat her high score.

Alana spent most of that night quietly enjoying a drink but would occasionally join in on the dancing, even teaming with the other girls and Harold to put on quite a show, even if Harold put all three of them to shame. While she couldnt deny his appearance had startled her to start, she soon got familiar with him and even comfortable, sharing a drink if he so liked. By the end of the night, the two would hopefully be comfortable enough to be defined as friends? 

While unable to sign, she would bring the notepad up on her phone and pass it between the two of them to converse comfortably as they watched the others dance away. She would watch Misha repeatedly dance to Ra ra Rasputin whenever anyone else wasn't dancing and the song easily stuck to her head. "You know. I wouldn't mind exploring you two's closest. Very interesting fashion senses. And of course I'd allow you to explore mine if you so pleased. We're all roughly the same size? Just better suited in certain areas." There's a playful smile on Alana's lips as she sips her blood wine. 

Sorrin chuckles and admires the usually confident and charming Aless acting sheepish, eventually answering, "How about the house? We have all of eternity potentially for other things, but I must admit, I am more curious to know you better. You and Misha are quiet....interesting....But you more so, and in many more ways." He stares into her eyes, not pressing her with his aura, but rather, looking into them, almost as if trying to glance at her soul, "....." After a moment he realizes he's being rude and bows his head, "Scuze, apologies. I didn't mean to stare....would you like to show me around now?"

Harold loved to help. Having been cursed looking the way he did, he offered his services as a way to show he wasn't some monster that everyone had claimed him to be, so when Victor needed his assistance in redecorating, Harold was more than happy to help. Harold smiled to Victor as he apologized to him for the other night, the nosferatu signing back to him: "It's okay, but don't let it happen again. Alessandra gets scary when she's mad."

 Alessandra visibly relaxes when he answers her, a hand settling at her chest momentarily as a sign of relief. "Very true, yes, haha. I apologize for the question, I just... wanted to make sure..." She trails off when she notices his gaze on her, a brow arching in question as their eyes were locked on one another's. She wasn't entirely sure what he was looking for, but before she could really ask, he apologized to her. The older vampire waves a dismissive hand with a small smile. "It's quite alright, Sorrin, no worries, and thank you very much for the compliment~ But yes, come along, let me show you the garden first while we still have some moonlight~" 

Just as she turns, she stops, then turns back to look to Alana. "Oh! And before I forget, you are more than welcome to look in my closet. Here, I'll have Harold escort you. If you'd like a second opinion, his is best~" She gives Alana a smile and called Harold again, signing to him then pointing to Alana. The nosferatu gives her a nod then heads her way, extending a hand to her. While Harold begins to take Alana to her room, she looks back to Sorrin with a nod and begins to lead him down the hallway. "Now I know you said you would like to know more about me, but I can't help but be curious about you myself. You said you're from... Romania, correct? How did you end up here?"

"Ah, I was born there~ My mother and father owned a small shop on the western border back in 1930s, and a few years after, they desired a child. So out I came into the world." He chuckles, then walks alongside Aless, following her as she guides the pair, "It was...is a wonderful country. Poor, yes, but spirited." He glances at Aless, "And how about you? Where are you from?"

Victor smiles and signs back to Harold. "Oh trust me, I know. Angering Alessandra is not a mistake that I plan on making again." 

Alana let's Harold escort her, curiously looking at any paintings on the wall before they reach Aless's bedroom. Stepping inside, the two would find Aless's closet and have a mini fashion session, Harold offering his personal opinion through small signs Alana could try to understand and grabbing a few outfits off the hangers to have her try on. After a short while, Alana would make small conversation happily, allowing Harold to type on her phone for any responses he wanted to include. "Back in France, outfits were so limiting. Subtle and modest. They had to be because it was pretty cold there. But the music was amazing. One of the reasons I learned piano was to indulge in the musical culture." She hums in thought as she puts some of the outfits back on the hangers and into the closet. 

Harold was happy to help Alana try on clothes, the nosferatu making it known to her that he wasn't interested in the female (or male) body in any sense, so changing in front of him did not matter. Of course, he would respect her boundaries, if there were any set prior to the fashion session, and he made sure to make Alana feel great in whatever outfit she chose, being brutally honest in ones that did not suit her body type, or ones that did not fit her style in the slightest. He would teach her basic signs, "Beautiful" "Perfect" "Hideous" "Get out of that!" to make it easier when she came out in a different outfit, then typed away explaining why. It would be clear that he had a lot of knowledge in fashion, and she would notice that even despite his unattractive face, he dressed very well to make up for it.

When she mentions music though, he perks up and types away at the phone, handing it to her to read: "You're a fan of music? Me too! Has Alessandra shown you the instrument room? I bet not. Want me to show you?"

"Well," Alessandra begins as she opens the door to the sunroom, ushering him inside before closing the door behind them. "I was born in Northwest Faerun in a city called Neverwinter and when I was about... 3 months old we moved a few towns over for my father to start a farm and make some money." Her brows furrow as she opens the door to the outside, as if thinking of what else to say before opening her mouth again. "I apologize, I mean, mm... Northwest Faerun is what we now call Washington, Oregon, and some parts of California... I think..." She laughs sheepishly then continues. "It's hard to figure out. The world has changed so much since then... We used to call what you all call Earth, Toril. We had elven cities, orcish tribes, dwarven citadels, but all of it seems to have disappeared since I was..."

She trails off again, her eyes narrowing while her lips thin, seemingly deep in thought before she shakes herself out of it and speaks again. "Sorry for rambling, I tend to do that when I remember my life way back when." She looks to Sorrin with a weak smile, then turns to look over the garden, gesturing him to look.

Sorrin listens to Aless's story about this world, or more accurately, what it once was. He gives a comforting smile as she apologizes, "There's no need to apologize, it's nice to learn more about you....It sounds like it was a beautiful world. Toril. Earth. Still, it is surprising to hear that you had the chance to traverse the ages....it must feel like a gift or a curse." He looks out into the garden, "It's a lovely garden. However, it couldn't have existed if you weren't here, now." He sits her down at the bench besides her garden and chuckles, "Alessandra, I'm not one to judge wheter you take your life to be fortune or not. However, the fact you are hear now, is a blessing to many. You've been here 3 years from what you told us, and already you have friends you've assisted, and a garden you've nursed." He pats he shoulder, "If nothing else, be proud of what you have now. The past doesn't need forgotten, and to shed tears for the things and people you loved is good, but don't drown in the tears you weep." Sorrin then sits beside Aless, enjoying the sounds of the garden, waiting for her to reply...or not.

Alana seems to peri up at the mention of an instrument room. "I don't think she has. That would be lovely. Do you play anything?" Alana finishes putting back the clothes she tried on, taking note of the few she would have to ask to borrow later before allowing Harold to escort her happily. As they walk, Alana discusses instruments with Harold, particularly fond of the piano and violin. "Music these days has went so far from regular instruments. It's such a shame no one plays them much anymore. I loved the time where there was an in between. Not exactly classical, but not this more recent music either. It was a good time. That type of music is what my club started on. At least until a variety that was needed became more apparent. Can't attract new mortals with old styles music regretedly."