A hotel room. Something about a hotel room.
Olivia awoke at dusk with a piercing pain in her eye. Had Cynthia come for her, too? She felt her face and neck, but there were no bite marks, no trace of blood. Sweeping aside the drapes from her bed, she checked the mirror on her dresser. Her eye looked normal, again no trace of damage. A needle, perhaps? Olivia stripped off her pyjamas, checking the rest of her body for track marks, bruises, any sign of interference. Nothing. Sighing, she pulled on some clothes before searching her chambers for any sign of intrusion. Again, nothing.
The security cameras and other sensors reported no breach of the vault.
She found Alice out on the walkway, pressing a hand to her forehead. “You too?”
Alice nodded, squeezing her eyes shut. “I had a dream about Jack, and then my eye…”
A clan problem, then? Or an oracle one?
Dante seemed to be expecting her call, sounding weary. “Don’t worry about it.”
“But my eye-”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s fine.”
John was waiting for her when she came upstairs, dark rings beneath his eyes. “We’ve established the effects of Power Thirst,” he said, handing over a report. His voice sounded hoarse. “I used Shen’s blood to examine the effect of pre-exposure to the drink on the bloodbind.”
John cleared his throat. “It accelerates the process, rendering something similar to the tremere clan weakness in the subject.”
Olivia stared at the front sheet of the report for a moment, considering this. What was the syndicate’s endgame in this? A mass bloodbinding of humans, perhaps through a contamination of the water supply? She spoke aloud. “Have you determined the trophic effects?”
“On vampires?” asked John. “No. I have tested the substance on myself, though, so I wouldn’t recommend feeding on me.”
Olivia looked up at John, returning his cold stare with her own. “I wasn’t planning on it,” she said. “Oh, and John?”
“Get some sleep.”