Not far from all of this, that very same night, a rogue vampire was sitting among the living, gathering information. The problem with being a vampire who hunted vampires was finding them. It wasn't as easy as tracking game, which for the average human was difficult to say the least, because vampires, and other such supernatural anomalies, didn't leave much for scent or tracks or even make much sound where they went. They all however, did keep involved with their hosts, humans. Mithias was almost terrible at blending in. The best he had yet to come up with was to mimic an old man. Most people didn't want to look at an old or perhaps diseased face, and they could forgive his pale skin for sickness. He could disguise himself with heavy robes and had learned to walk very, so very slowly. all of his movements had to be comfortable to the human eye, predictable, so as not to cause alarm. Occasionally, his efforts paid with a lead to some sadistic and arrogant immortal that he was capable of slaying. More often than not, it would at least lead to a quick drink of the staple, mortal vitae. But oh, how much more satisfying it was to drink from his own wretched kind. There was power in that blood too, and Mithias would admit to the development of a small addiction. Perhaps there was some natural or divine approval of his efforts. 

Mithias pretended to take his time with a small slice of food and drink in the back of the tavern. His heart rate jumped slightly when two hunters came in. It wasn't how they looked that gave them away, but their talk. Of course they were unusually fit compared to the typical crowd. That was just supportive evidence. The moment they stopped talking, Mithias noticed. Yes... he caught them quickly looking away from him. A tirade of curses shot through the vampire's mind, as he knew his guise was foiled. Immediately, he got up, ever so slowly faking his way toward the exit like an unfortunate leper. He deliberately did not expose the flesh of his fingers as he pretended to push on a chair for support. Quickly... if he left, they might not decide to give chase. He heard the distinct slide of a chair against the wood floor as one of them got up behind him. 

Coughing loudly, the way cleared in front of him quickly, and Mithias left the building. Now began the wild goose chase down the street. Surely they had something better to do tonight...