That night Althrus did something that would change his life completely, even more so then being embraced. Just after Althrus had bitten Constance, and drained her blood, he noticed that she was not a vampire. Her pulse had dropped and she was falling into unconscious. Not thinking clearly, Althrus decided to give her more blood and the only blood that he had was his own, and with that he bit his wrist and let his blood flow into her mouth. Several seconds later her hands twitched and quickly grabbed onto Althrus's wrist and began to drain his blood as the beast took control of her. Before Althrus realized it, his beast forced him to act and using his blood driven strength he quickly threw her off and hold her down while she fought the beast for control.
Back in the present, the Sabbat and Catiff forces were slowly breaking down the doors to the fortress. Before they could get through the second set of doors, a siren sounded and all the forces withdrew. Althrus, still sitting in his control room, looked at the clock. "Well, well, well, it looks as if they forgot about the sun. Shows why the Sabbat and the Catiff have never won a great battle. They cannot even plan their attacks properly … and they are not nearly the monsters that they claim to be." With a grin Althrus pressed a button on his console, and with a sudden explosion on the main battlefield, several reinforced steel walls sprung up from the ground, trapping a small number of vampires that were to slow to retreat with the main force. Giggling, Althrus watched as they pounded against the walls but none of them were strong enough to break through. Slowly but surely the sun rose, and with it the Vampires that were trapped knew that they were doomed. With their beasts screaming in fear, they threw themselves against the walls and eventually they were burned to ash by the suns unforgiving rays. Using all of his will, Althrus made himself stay awake to watch the demise of these vampires. Again his thoughts drifted back to the past, and as he slept his dreams remembered clearly the first time he saw the sun as a vampire, and what that had done to him, what that had cost him.
After Althrus had Embraced Constance, he had learned that she was in fact only a ghoul, a mortal that had freely consumed kindred blood so that they were granted limited use of the gifts of Cain. He also found out that she was to be embraced by a Toreador Elder by the name of Cynthia. After hearing this, Althrus didn't know what to do, so he turned to the only Kindred that he though that might know, Geoffrey. Unfortunately, Geoffrey's response was defiantly not what Althrus had expected.
"Geoffrey, are you here?" Althrus called out into the underground Tavern they used for a temporary Haven. "Geoffrey?" Silence again. This bugged Althrus, it wasn't like Geoffrey not to answer him. Leading Constance, Althrus ventured further into the Haven. As they moved around a corner Constance noticed a set of gleaming eyes in the dark. Before she could warn Althrus, a voice shattered the silence, "You Fool!!" Althrus recognizing Geoffrey's voice was stunned, and before he could react, Geoffrey launched himself from his seat and struck Althrus fully in the face. Althrus flew back across the room and landed on a table that shattered into splinters; luckily for Althrus none of them pierced his skin. Stunned and now bleeding, Althrus lay on the broken table, with Geoffrey standing over him. Geoffrey's fist arched into the air and time seemed to slow down. The fist started falling, but it fell slowly, so slowly that it almost seemed to stop. Out of the corner of his eye, Althrus saw a figure standing at the door. Unsure of whom this person was, Althrus's attention turned back to immediate problem, the falling fist of Geoffrey. With speed that astounded even Althrus himself, Althrus grabbed his sire's fist and stopped it dead. Althrus's eyes flashed back towards the door but the figure was gone. The sound of people entering the room from another door brought Althrus's attention back to what was happening. The room was soon filled with men wearing sword and armor, with a symbol that Althrus had never seen before. One man, dressed in Royal Clothing with only two symbols on it (neither of which Althrus recognized), walked up to Geoffrey, who was still trying to push his fist though Althrus's hands. The man looked Geoffrey directly in the eyes and said, "Sleep." and amazingly, Geoffrey did. Althrus rolled Geoffrey onto the floor and slowly stood up, looking around the room he saw that all the men had the same symbol. There were 12 men, excluding the man in the Royal dress. As Althrus looked around, he noticed the hand of one of the men raised to strike Constance, who was cowering in the corner. Before Althrus could think straight, again his beast took control. With blood fueling his speed and strength, Althrus crossed the room in a heartbeat and ripped the man's arm from its socket. Blood spayed everywhere as the man fell to the ground screaming. Still in his frenzied state, Althrus reached down and smashed the man's head into the ground. Once the body of the man had stopped moving, his head now a liquid mess on the ground, Althrus turned his frenzied gaze at the rest of the men, only to notice that the Royal man had grabbed a chair leg. Just as Althrus had reached out to grab him, the chair leg penetrated Althrus's chest and plunged straight into his heart. The last thought Althrus had from that night were the screams of Constance and a voice saying, "Take them to the Prince, he shall decide their fate".