Alber stood within the doors of his recently upgraded rooms within the Sabbat Mansion, a small smile on the ancient Vampire's face. He had been hiding amongst the lower level clan members for a long time, not letting out his true age... Not even to his one time beloved. It had not been a game, mind, but a way to learn, and experience what the new, and young clan members were thinking. He hoped the new Disciple, or the Anti, would not judge him for his choice on the matter as he considered the walls of the hall in front of him... But it had given him a perspective that he rather enjoyed.
But Grendel's ascension had changed everything, and their clan needed him, in his mind. They needed to grow, that their... Lovely little arts... Could grow. Much like flesh grew, to be shaped at their hands.
He smirked a little as that thought passed through his mind, a hand sliding up to run his claws through the spikes on his head. He knew he should go out and bring in new blood into the Clan... And he would, soon.
But for the moment, he was enjoying the strange freedom that admitting who he truly was gave him.