-Alex-
After returning to the remnants of the manor, he was so angered by the events that had transpired the night before that he decided to take on his own course of action, disregarding any potential consequences that his rash decisions may cause. Thankfully, none of Alex's belongings had been lost to the fire, besides a few non essential things such as clothes and books. After getting a few hours of rest, Alex quickly and quietly made his way down the dirt road to the edge of the village itself. This time, he was well armed with a selection of silver knives under his clothing and a wooden stake under his jacket, as well as a few vials of holy water and bulbs of garlic he had shoved into one of his pockets so he could reach them easily. Pausing for a second, he gulped down a mouthful of water from the canteen strapped at his waist. Straightening, Alex continued on his route towards town.

Alex was so preoccupied with his thoughts of vengeance combined with a need to prove himself to his kin that he didn't notice the man standing about twenty feet or so away from him when he exited the wooded area.The man wore a cloak and an unusually large hat, and he was heading in the direction that Alex had come from. Narrowing his eyes, Alex stepped back into the forest in an effort to conceal himself. He noticed the two swords sticking out of the man's attire, and he stiffened, reaching for his own weapons. Who the hell was this guy? From the looks of it, someone hostile, and judging by the strange amount of cover his clothing provided, a vampire. Of course, Alex wasn't completely certain that it was a vampire, but it would be best to be careful. For once, his rational side got the best of him, and Alex slowly backed into the trees. Since the day was turning light, Alex had the upper hand. The vampire hopefully wouldn't be able to see as well in the brightening daylight, and Alex intended to use this weakness of the vampiric species to his advantage.

He was so intent on the movements of the cloaked figure that he was completely impervious to the chocolate-brown eyes boring into the back of his head from a little bit behind him.

-Greta-
Greta had refrained from running at top speed to the manor and the forest, as there were sure to be at least a few humans out and about with the sun rising above the horizon. Instead, she strode along at a leisurely pace to divert any unwanted attention, not quickening her stride until she reached the outskirts of the village. Greta had on a plain dress in an earthy olive green, a rather frugal decision on her part-again, she did not want to attract any attention, and the best way to do that was by blending in. However, the white sunhat couldn't be helped, though she concealed her baby blue parasol in the burlap satchel she carried with her. And besides, in this part of the world, anyone with darker skin would be a rarity. Greta always had a hard time being completely unnoticeable due to her ethnicity. 

[i]If only I was back in Spain, [/i] she thought to herself. Ah, Spain. Greta had genuinely enjoyed her life in Toledo, with her husband and children. If it hadn't been for that insane queen, she probably would have lived out her life as a human and died centuries ago. Alas, here she was now, in England amongst the scores of people with fair skin, and helping the vampires of London at that. It was impossible for Greta not to stick out like a sore thumb, what with her bronze skin tone and dark eyes. The least she could do was dress like the commoners that flooded the streets of the English city. 

Greta arrived at the forest, and she ran for the trees, slowing down as she reached the underbrush. In the daylight, it would probably be best to get off the path and into the trees, despite the fact that the greenery added to her poor eyesight during the day would slow her down considerably. She halted suddenly when she heard the sounds of footsteps approaching rapidly; grateful that her hearing remained the same no matter what time of day it was. She squinted, peering past the tree trunks and foliage to discern the source of the sound. However, Greta felt the dizzying silver and smelled the garlic before the mysterious person came into view, and by then she was so nauseous Greta couldn't see clearly. She steadied her breathing and tried to quell the queasiness in her stomach, staring blearily at the brown-haired man who had just entered the scene.