When Alana retired, she took a warm shower first, her hair wet and slightly clinging to her forehead as she stepped out, wrapped in a towel. She slightly dried her hair, opting for it to air dry the rest of the way and headed for her bag. Digging through it, she retrieved an outfit she approved of, simple black boy short underwear and a dark red button up guys shirt. Once she was sure she was dry enough, she changed and crawled onto the fluffy bed, retrieving her phone off of the desk. 

She spent a while messaging the ginger from before, surprised he was still awake at this time, her legs crossed smoothly as she leaned against the pillows she had prompted up. She hummed in thought, setting up a meeting time with him for some quick breakfast when she awoke the next night and he eagerly agreed to meet her, unaware of her intentions. 

After a while, Alana boredly crawled out of bed, buttoning the top few buttons of the guys shirt, not quiet tired enough to sleep, and headed towards the kitchen, stopping to peer out at the others in the pool and jacuzzi. "Hey. I'm making a snack. Anyone want anything?" Her eyes catch Misha and Aless and she smirks. "Although it appears those two are fine. Boys?" She placed her hand on her hip, slightly pulling the tshirt up her thigh unintentionally. 

Outfit (sorry if its huge. On mobile): 

Victor takes a second to read Alana, making sure that she isn't being euphemistic when she's talking about getting a snack. Once it's determined that she's just talking about getting some junk food, he responds. "I think that we're going to pass on this one. I think that there's enough snacks in the jacuzzi for all of us." 

Alana shrugs with a smile. "Suit yourself. Let me know if you guys need anything." She makes her way to the kitchen, peering around at what's available before inevitably deciding on a small bag of chips. She makes herself comfortable on the couch, shifting Misha's stuff over temporarily as she watches TV, eating the chips and scrolling through social media calmly on her phone, humming in thought as she likes a few things boredly. After a while, she entertains herself by looking up interesting things to do in Vancouver while also finding some ideas for their next destination. 

Sorrin cleaned himself up from that fun prayer session, and went to get some pants on. Once halfway dressed, he'd go over to where everyone else is at, asking, "I'm going to go visit the gym facilities, anyone care to join me?"

Misha was about to devour Alana alive, despite whatever she was doing, then Sorrin voiced another option. Seeing as how Alana was busy, she accepted. "Of course, my home away from home away from home!" she went to the bathroom, cleaned up a bit, put her hair in a pony tail, and wore her loose half top, trainers, and shorts. "I am ready."

Victor had gotten himself dressed up for the gym and helped Alessandra into something easy so that she could watch without waking up the entire hotel. He carried her down to the gym, an easy task, given how exhausted she was. When he asked her where she wanted him to set her down, the only response he got was the sound of her breathing as she slept peacefully. "Looks like we tired her out." He says, careful not to wake her up. "I'll take her back up to get some sleep. Have fun you two." He carried her back up and tucked her in, removing the shirt that he put her into. He opened up the fridge door and pulled out a pair of blood bags, drinking from them both to relieve the hunger that his previous activities had brought on, since he didn't want to wake Alessandra by feeding on her. Then he went back out to the pool and retrieved everyone's swim trunks before heading to bed.

The hotel's gym was impressive, but not as impressive as the one Misha worked at. Still, it would suffice. They actually had dumbbell racks and plate racks, to her surprise. Next to the area where they had all the stationary bikes was the free weight equipment that Misha was very familiar with, like the pull up bars, benches, squat and dead lift racks. Next to them were all the other machines for people that didn't want to use free weights.

Misha took her towel and tossed it aside on one of the racks. She took a few moments to stretch, which was habit, as a vampire she could heal any physical injury with her supernatural blood alone, but old habits die hard, so she took a little time to raise her arms above her head, touch her toes, get the kinks out, so to say.

She looked around casually. Mortals were here - gym rats that couldn't sleep, or preferred an empty gym. ****. Have to be realistic, she thought, slightly disappointing. Don't overdue the plates, people will get curious and you'll give yourself away that you're not entirely human. Sorrin was here, too. From her back pocket shorts, she put on her gloves, loaded up a 45lb plate on each side of the bench press bar, laid down, and cranked out an easy set. After each set, she would pretend she was recovering from the load, and laid down for another set. The weight was too light, and provided no challenge for her. She wasn't fond of always pretending, and was thankful at the Mansion she could lift as hard as she could and be worry free about it.

After a number of sets, she wiped the bench, and did sets of pullups and situps, at least until she felt the burn. She would look around occasionally, making sure she was fooling everyone, even though she didn't want to.

Similar to Misha, when Sorrin entered the gym he went to stretch first. Even if it didn't provide much for him in undeath, he still liked the feeling of that came from the flexing of his flesh, be it from the stares of the mortals or just the stress release in his body. Sorrin also wished that the other people weren't here, since he enjoyed the idea of pushing himself to the limits constantly, a trait he had gain in life in order to improve himself. No matter, he still got some joy of finding a punching bag that he quickly claimed. Strapping some gloves on, he began shadow boxing with the bag, making sure to hold back and take joy from the strategy of the fight, since he wouldn't be able to gain much from it physically.

Occasionally, he glanced over to Misha to make sure she was alright, but simply chuckled looking at the expression of annoyance that most probably mistook for exertion, but he knew was just boredom. That said, it was nice to know someone in the room. 

Once he was done with the boxing, he went for some light jogging on the treadmill, going for a long marathon rather than a sprint. While he was at it he sent a playful wink to a woman who had been eying him while he was boxing.

"Such puny weights..i'm wasting my time.." Misha sighed, staring at the dead lift bar with only two large plates. "Only 135 pounds.." She wanted to load them heavy, like she could at the Mansion, but then remembered: Dummy. You go light at Golds all the time in front of your clients. It's kept you alive. She made a face to herself as her brain had a dialog with itself. She did a number of sets, pretending to feel the load and the burn.

While the bar was on the ground, she looked around casually, making sure no one was looking. Then, quickly, for funsies, she grabbed the bar in the middle with one hand, and quickly raised it above her head in a single shoulder press manner, her chiseled back and round shoulder muscles exploding in vivid detail at the exertion. She lowered it to chest level, hefted it up again, and did this two more times before someone could see she was much stronger than she let on. She lowered it to the ground, and looked around to make sure no one saw her. As far as she could tell no one could.

She did see Sorrin winking at an attractive woman on the treadmills. Misha smiled, happy for him, at the same time wondering why an attractive woman would be up so late. She figured that everyone had a story.   

CAINE, THE DARK FATHER
Caine, also known as Cain, is considered to be the first and most powerful vampire in the mythos of the World of Darkness. Like his Biblical namesake, he is indeed the firstborn son of Adam and Eve and the older brother of Abel and Seth. Over 200,000 years ago, he was cursed with vampirism by God and His angels as punishment for murdering Abel and lying about it to God. Before the formation of the Camarilla, most vampires referred to themselves as "Cainites" (as opposed to "Kindred") in recognition of their patriarch.

ENOCH, IRAD, ZILLAH
Caine wandered the Biblical land of Nod in loneliness. The memory of his sin drowned him in sorrow. It was not for many ages until he decided to be among mortal men again. His powers and his curse were well known to mortal men and some even worshiped him. Finally, Caine settled in a small agricultural community, named Ubar. It was here, in this First City that he became the Dark Father. Yearning to be among his kind, he sired three individuals: Enoch the Wise (Caine's advisor), Irad the Strong (Caine's general), and Zillah (Caine's wife) the Beautiful. They are known as the Second Generation.

THE ANTEDILUVIANS
Enoch, Irad, and Zillah of the Second Generation, in turn, learned the ways of making progeny and had Embraced the Third Generation, of which number 13. Under Caine's order, he declared it law that no more childer be made. For a while, they obeyed, and the city prospered for ages in peace in the First City. The Third Generation even built statues, shrines, temples, a grand library, and pools all surrounding a large five level palace, that Caine ruled from, upon his lofty ivory throne. The more popular Third Generation vampires are Ennoia (Clan Gangrel), Lasombra (Clan Lasombra), Malkav (Clan Malkavian), Absimiliard (Clan Nosferatu), Arikel (Clan Toreador), Ventru (Clan Ventrue), and Troile (Clan Brujah).

If any of the Second or Third Generation vampires were alive today, they would posses god-like power - their whims and abilities completely beyond the understanding of mortals among Earth. Then came the Biblical flood, and the First City was destroyed. What happened to Cain and his vampires of this time is lost to history. None are still alive who remember this time.

It was unknown to her exactly what time she stirred awake. She lifted her head from the pillow, propping herself up to get a look around the room. It took a few moments for her memory to come back to her to answer the questions she had been asking herself, and when they were answered with a complete replay of the previous night, she plops herself back down on the soft mattress and mutters, "I really am getting old."

A sigh passes her lips as she stares blankly at the ceiling, trying to ignore her growing hunger due to her exertion the other night, but it got the better of her. Alessandra sits back up and looks over to the occupied bed just a few feet away from her, saying to herself mentally, "Don't mind if I do." She slides out of the sheets of her bed, and slips into the others. Their back was to her, which she didn't at all mind, even if they were a bit broader than her. Nonetheless, her arms snake around their torso to lock them in while she brings her lips to the crook of their neck, searching for the right spot of puncture before digging right in.

Victor felt a little hungry when he woke up, something that was apparently difficult for him. He felt a pair of arms reaching around to grab him and before he could say anything, a pair of teeth bit hard into his neck and started sucking. "****!" He said, half out of pleasure and half out of the ravenous hunger that he felt running right through him. When she finished, he threw off the sheets, his fangs bared involuntarily. His hunger was more intense than it had been in a long time, he usually made it a point to not let himself get too hungry. Victor opened the refrigerator and pulled out four blood bags, sinking his fangs into each of them and consuming them until the Beast was sated. He stood there breathing heavily for a few moments as his rational side began to regain control again. When it did, he suddenly recalled that he wasn't the only person in the room and felt embarrassed. 

He turned around to see Alessandra, who he knew by now as the one who slipped into his bed and fed on him. "Um, good morning. Sorry that you had to see me go bestial for a second there."

Alana woke up earlier than everyone else, getting dressed in a casual black winter dress and her overcoat, heading out of the room with a quiet hum, checking her phone as she goes. She meets the ginger from before, dressed in a simple dark outfit. His eyes scan her up and down and she offers him a challenging look back. It didn't take long for them to find a secluded place and for her to have her way with him. It was refreshing, something different than the normal, but it definantly didnt live up to the way she felt with the others. 

With her hands tangled in his short hair, she kissed her way along his neck, toying with him before she sunk her fangs deep into his veins. She knew after the initial sting he'd enjoy every minute of it, filling the secluded room with sounds of enjoyment while she herself had her fill. He tasted nice, sweet, almost like a hint of hot cinnamon, causing her to purr against his neck hungrilly. When she finally pulled away from him, she traced her tongue over her fang marks, easily healing them over, fogging his memory, and straightening up herself. She left him with a soft kiss and a promise to text him again soon, leaving him with the longing sense she left all of her herd members. He would do very nicely as her first Canadian herd member, and if he were to check later, there wouldalso be a Bliss business card in his shirt pocket.

Alana would return to the hotel room before anyone else woke up and would be lounging on the couch, her phone in her hands as she scrolled through social media and checked up on the club. Whoever was the first awake, she'd great with a small wave and a smile. "Good Morning. Sleep well?"

Alessandra hadn’t anticipated that reaction at all, the older vampire watching wife-eyed as Victor ravenously sucked down a few blood bags in mere seconds to sedate himself. The sight sent an unsuspecting shiver down her spine. When he finally noticed her, she practically gawking at him, and apologized, all that came out of her mouth was : ”That was hot.”

Victor smiles at Alessandra and let out a little laugh. "It's nice that you still find me attractive during a moment that I wouldn't list among my proudest. It also looks like you've recovered nicely from last night. I don't think that I've ever seen you that tuckered out." He walks over to her and gives her a little good morning kiss.

Watching Sorrin leave with the young woman, Misha quietly finished her workout and returned to the room some time later. She bathed, and as the hot water washed over the sex and the workout sweat she stood there, looking at the floor. She looked at her hands and contemplated. She realized the importance of it, the importance of acting like a human, but deep, deep in her mind, she didn't like it. It was something she had to do. 

She had heard stories, gossip, rumors of something called..The Second Inquisition.

Misha was not from this world. In fact, Misha was not even born, she was created. She was something else once, a warrior fighting in the name of a God a very long time ago. Much time passed, and when she lost those powers bestowed upon her, she lived on as the world evolved into something new. The world changed, people changed. concepts and things were forgotten forever, and new things took their place. As she adapted to the future, she was taught of the original Inquisition: the one people learned about in school and movies: a formal war on witches and the occult sponsored by the Church and waged by specially-trained Inquisitors who employed torture to wring confessions out of its victims.  The Inquisition discovered many vampires during its reign of terror that many undead decided to go into hiding. As a direct result of this threat, they created the Masquerade, and the sect known as the Camarilla to enforce it. That was over 500 years ago. Today, the hunters are government agents working for various secret agencies in many different countries. They discovered the existence of vampires again only recently, and have been working to understand and fight the "undead threat" for perhaps the last decade. Very few vampires know much about these agencies or how much they know, but only the most foolish vampires doesn’t take them seriously.

And Misha took them very seriously. She turned off the water and felt better - reminding herself the reason she played dumb and played down her strength. Being discovered would be the death of her, and most likely, her friends.

She dried off and wore her warm tight turtlenecked long sleeved tank top, with a pair of tight blue jeans and her casual shoes. She leaned against the outside balcony as the glow of the sunset faded to complete darkness. 

"Mm... Let's just say I have a thing for that kind of behavior." Alessandra says with an innocent smile, sitting herself up properly in the bed. "And yes, you are correct on both statements." She places a hand at her forehead for dramatics, sighing an exaggerated sigh. "I guess it's just the age catching up to me. I just don't have the stamina anymore to compete with you youngin's." She laughs and drops her hand back down to her side when he approaches her with a quick good morning kiss, the older vampire smiling when he pulled away, giving him a slight shove. "And the feeding was payback for putting it in my ass, you dick."

Victor holds up his hands and has an apologetic smile on his face. "I guess I did get pretty greedy last night, didn't I? It won't happen again, I promise." He puts one hand over his heart and crosses it and then takes a moment to survey the room, and then notes that Sorrin isn't there. Guess that we aren't the only ones that got hungry after last night's action. "Now that you've gotten payback, should we go find the others and see what they're up to?"

“Mm, just a tad bit greedy, yes, but it’s alright. It felt good, just need a little warning next time.” She says nonchalantly with a shrug of her shoulders. “And I suppose we should. What time is it anyways?” She would ask, sliding off the bed to stand and stretch a little. She would then get dressed for the day, holding Victor in pleasant conversation til both of them were ready to head out of the room and join everyone else.

"Duly noted. I'll make sure to give notice." He responds "It's pretty early, only 7:15. Gotta love how it gets dark earlier this time of year." Victor gets dressed, opting for simpler wear; a t-shirt and jacket with a scarf instead of his usual suit and tie.  I'm on vacation with my friends, I can go a day or two without looking like James Bond.  "Shall we?" Victor heads out with Alessandra and knocks on the door to Misha and Alana's room.