After leaving Austria he found himself roaming again. Heading towards France once more more as a sentimental value than anything. Finding himself back in his mothers old home that he still owned he cleaned it out and stayed there a short while. No one questioned him for being there, when they did he showed them the papers that proved the Grismore family owned the house. As he traveled he looked for leads that pointed towards Gottschall and he followed them.

In 1993, he found a lead that lead him to America. Hopping on a plane for the first time in his life he flew overseas to hunt for his Sire. Making his way from an airport in New York that he cared little to remember he made his way west towards Colorado. That was the last place the lead had mentioned. Once there, however he found himself in need of a good feed having only been feeding the bare minimum as he traveled the years. Finding a secluded spot in the mountains, he allowed himself to feed relatively freely unaware another person was near by.

Seeing the man at the last second Grismore felt a dart hit his leg and within seconds the man fell uncontentious. When he came to, he could feel the vibrations of a vehicle over the pavement of a road. Sun was shining inside the back of the van where he had been tied and covered with a tarp, well all but his head had been covered. Timing his move he could feel the incline and even the dip in the road before they had, the moment the wheel hit the dip Grismore threw himself into the stream of sunlight and absorbed what he needed t clear his system of the drug. Burning the ropes that bound his hands Grismore moved to work on the Ropes at his ankles. The rest of it fell off in a matter of moments. Another tranq gun was aimed at him and Grismore ducked just as a shot was fired. The movement sent him out the back door of the van. Landing on his back in the middle the the road Grismore allowed his body to join the wind and disappear from sight.

Making his way from the west coast mountains Grismore found himself in a town called DeKalb Illinois. Hiding out there he made sure to blend in as best he could, making an effort to come off as human in the weeks he spent hiding out Grismore had gone to the store. Gathering his groceries he met a woman by the name of Mildred. She was a kind old woman who managed to put a smile on his face just by having a conversation with him. She would boast about her great-granddaughter and how adorable little Mercadies was. Helping her take her groceries to her car he bid her a good day. Slipping in a small wad of money into one of her bags without her notice, he grabbed his own and parted ways with her.

Weeks past and he was cornered once again by federal agents this time. Ready to flee once more he agreed to meet with the leader of the specific group that seemed to be following him. Agreeing to meet him in Chicago on the pier Grismore made his way there unguarded and waited near the water. If worse came to worse he could defend himself there. The water was something he could control easiest with little damage to anyone around.

"Gregorie Grismore, your history is a bit patchy but I think I have you pinned down. Am I correct in assuming you are not 35? I think over the years I have you pinned in countries all over the world. All the way back to at least the 1700's. Am I right?" the man in a black suite asked looking over Grismore's Grey one. When Grismore refused to speak and just watched the man nodded. "Your silence is noted. I want you to know that we will create more like you. We have a blood sample, we just need you to tell us how it happened for you."

"I will not. It won't work off of a sample that has likely already lost its properties."

"We will figure it out with or without you." The man stated and crossed his arms over his chest.

"You can't. Even if you do manage to crack it, you will ill the world around you. I am an elemental. The world is already crumbling and if you created more like me it will send the world down a dark path where there is no return."

"You don't get it...If we make more like you we can fix the world, the environment. We can end war."

"No, you will not end war, you will just make it bigger. Your enemies will do the same as you have and the battles will simply be bigger not stop."

"Our soldiers wont die, you haven't...look at you."

"I am not Immortal, I am still susceptible to injury and death, I tread carefully and avoid wars."

"If asked to protect your country you would stand by and watch people die?"

"I have, but I do not let innocents die if I can help it. I have always gotten civilians to safety if I could. But yes, I do watch as war rages on. But not because I am selfish and want to live. Because I am a weapon that would make the fight uneven. Wars should be fought off basic human ability. Not the supernatural beings around them. Not all beings see it this way, they will do what is needed to satisfy there own needs."

"You have so much power and you let it waste. If we make others like you we can use it to better the world in a way you wont."

"If you make people like me...You will end up Harming the world. Human nature is a powerful thing. If you have the wrong people, power hungry people. They will end up creating far more havoc then good."

"Then you need to come back and help us make them, help us train them."

"That doesn't work like that." Grismore started and watched as the man pulled out a gun. With a sigh Grismore caused a large wave to crash onto the pier taking him into the water and knocking the man and his other men down against the deck.

Following the water across Lake Michigan Grismore resurfaced in Ohio and made his way towards the East coast. The plan at this point was to leave the country and leave as short of a trail as possible. Once he found his way in New York, however, he watched an airplane slam into the first tower of the world trade center. Standing in shock for a moment he ran towards the structure knowing full well they would need help with an evacuation. Just as he arrived on scene another plane slammed into the second tower. Scrams sounded as panic gripped everyone near by. Ripping his suit jacket off and tossing it to one side he pushed his way into the building trying to hold the structures up as ling as he could. However the distance and damage on both towers proved to much for him to accurately hold the towers up. Helping a large group of people out of the towers he chose to stay outside of the towers and try and get a hold of both just a little longer. The first tower fell having slipped from the grip he held. Watching as it crumbled down on the others. Grismore turned his attention to the second tower. That to fell from his grasp, the debris engulfed him. Covered him in ash and dirt but that didn't stop him from trying to get others to safety.

Guiding them out and even trying to get back and find survivors. Once he did return to the building he seen more and more people arriving to search for survivors. He was no longer able to gain access to the site. Staying near by as they scavenged for survivors he helped where he could. Keeping the searchers warn with fires in cans, keeping them fed and having water near by. He might not be able to get back in there even as a volunteer but he could help in other ways. Dropping suggestions to less seasoned search and rescuers that lead to them finding another survivor.

When things calmed again, Grismore would finally leave the country as he had intended to. In the airport security had gotten so strict that he had no way to avoid being seem by the very people he was trying to avoid. Having been lead to an interrogation room in the airport Grismore waited and waited until he found his way out. He would turn his form into dust and create a breeze inside the room to move out of the room by the crack under the door. Keeping to this method he would reform himself and his plane ticket just outside of her terminal where no one was near by. Once boarded on the plane he would simply wait for take off and hope there were no other problems before landing in Moscow. He had failed to locate his Sire, but he figured it was Gottschall that sent the government group on him. Nothing else made sense, even if someone had seen him feeding the idea that they would act as quickly as they did indicated they knew who or what he was. That meant Gottschall had been there.