-Greta-
Greta felt someone watching her-call her paranoid, call her superstitious, call her whatever you'd like, but Greta had always believed in her gut feeling and instinct, and right now it told her someone was assessing her like a hawk examines the mouse it wants for dinner. Greta casually tilted her head to the side, not noticing anything out of the ordinary in the town square. She flicked her gaze the other way, and in the shadows of a rundown building, a buxom woman seemed to be engaged in some sort of erotic activity with a young man, who seemed pleased. As a vampire, her eyesight in daytime was of little use, about as acute as a nearsighted human's, but at night it improved dramatically. She could detect minuscule details in the night, from the blades of grass underneath her to the lone spider crawling on a tree branch a few feet above her.

Greta looked towards the woman, who was eyeing her. Ah. So she hadn't been incorrect. Greta gave her a tight-lipped smile and continued on her way. It'd be best to get back to the surprisingly small cottage Stella had procured for the pair, though Greta knew she would be coming back out again that night. The two vampires had arrived in Ispwich Village the night before around 5 AM, much too close to sunrise for Greta's liking. She'd spent the day inside, napping and unpacking her belongings. Now, Greta wanted to explore and possibly obtain some type of intelligence on the hunters, though Stella was better at that sort of thing.

-Caroline-
Humming tunelessly to herself, Caroline cheerily chopped up a few tomatos and boiled a pot of water, cooking a watery tomato soup for herself. She looked out the window-though the sky was getting darker, there was still an hour before Caroline usually headed in for the night. Caroline quickly drank up the soup, and she ignored the omnipresent hunger that seemed to always have her in its clutches. Caroline certainly never [i]starved[/i], but she didn't necessarily have a satisfied stomach every night. 

Shaking off her worries, Caroline finished her soup and decided to take a walk around the village before retiring for the night. She grabbed her house key and walked out the door again, thinking of chatting with a few of her friends to top off the day. 

Caroline usually avoided the bar, but tonight, she felt like venturing out a bit more than usual. Caroline strolled unhurriedly through the cobblestone streets until she reached the section with dirt paths as streets, and weaved her way in between cottages. She noticed a woman with a darker shade of skin tone entering her own cottage-which struck her odd, as in England, a creamy complexion was practically a prerequisite. 

[i]Must be a newcomer, haven't seen her anywhere around here, [/i] Caroline mused thoughtfully. Caroline gave the woman a polite smile before continuing.