Making his way towards a dense forest he made sure he wasn't followed. Based on the surprised and terrified looks on the others faces he had a good hunch they wouldn't be in action for a few minutes giving him plenty of time to evade them within the trees. Finding a decently sized cave off the beaten path. Taking refuge there he allowed himself to feel the pain in his leg and veins. With a groan he laid back in the dirt and concentrated on absorbing the energy from the earth and air around him. He was an elemental vampire and although it allowed him to walk in sunlight, it also hindered him now in modern times. There were so many man made objects and elements he could not mess with. Plastics and some metals, the dagger had been made of metals that were more man made than nature made. The damage in his skin was there to stay, in the form of a scar of course but it had left its mark. The poison had been completely broken down and Grismore allowed himself to sleep.

When he finally woke the sun was making its way to set. Looking at his watch he grumbled and pulled out the first file. There was his entire life throughout history on record. Well, the parts of his life that could be on record, every business, home and even women he had dated. Tossing his aside he looked at the next one on the pile, Grant Carrington. His file was not something Grismore wanted in the hands of anyone trying to get anything from his sire. Setting the file down on top of his own he looked at the three dedicated to the Man who had sired him. Instead of opening the files he leaned back against the cave wall and sighed.

Another bought of sleep took claim to his mind alerting him he head been poisoned in more than one aspect. The blade had contained a more subtle poison known to come from a Castor plant. This particular poison took two days to kill its human victims. Grismore simply fell back to unconsciousness. Upon waking once more in his cave he groaned again and stretched out feeling a pull in his thigh and most of his body. Gathering up the files he would force himself to stand and regain his sense of direction. No one had found his hiding place while he rested. which was a good sign. Making his way towards the center of the forests that surrounded him. Keeping off any paths that were clearly marked to humans he made his way to the very place this group would avoid.

Grant had a similar idea, as they both seemed surprise to see the other when they crossed paths. Playing a game of catch up while they moved Grismore leaned on the cane more from weakness after the poison then anything. He had the serum on him but had yet to use it.

The Dead City was their destination. A city of Vampires and other creatures of a non-human persuasion. Of course there were humans in the city, there were humans everywhere. But the Dead City was a place that was decently safe from the group that seemed to plague him. They would not enter territory where they were not in control. It wasn't safe for them, but Grismore could blend in and protect himself as could Grant.

Finding a coffee shop they sat and waited to order some coffee before Grant explained that his daughter had been turned into a vampire and he suspected his Father in law for everything. The death of his beloved Sophia, the turning of Ainsley. Everything pointed to the monster of a man.

"Oh my god. Like what do you like want to drink?" A girl with pink hair asked stepping up to the table popping her gum. Grismore looked at Grant and shook his head.

"Miss, the proper way to greet your guests is to not pop your gum every five seconds. And Speaking correctly will get you a lot further with tips."

"Like, Whatever...Do you want something? Or like do you not?" She asked again tapping her fuzzy pink pen on the notepad.

"Coffee black. For both of us." Grant interrupted and chuckled when the girl left. "Gris, you gotta learn to let some of that go man." Finishing up their coffee they both agreed to split ways and keep in touch. Grant had more work to do, Grismore needed to start a new life.