Greyson wasn't a fighter. She had never been a violent individual. Not when she had been human, and not in her half decade of being a vampire. That considered, this past month had been hell for her. She'd had a bad feeling the second Takeshi had tried to convince her to come to Japan with him, but had crushed it down, wanting to believe that he had changed for the better. As a result, she'd found herself in the front lines when the bloodiest of the first battles was fought. The only answer had been to run. Getting out of the city had been impossible. Every night, hunters had been out scouring the streets. Every day, she was imprisoned by the sunlight. Finding enough humans to feed on to keep herself alive had been nearly impossible, never mind enough to heal her war wounds. After hiding in the subways for weeks, she realized that she had to escape. The Black Blades had been getting closer and closer every night. She feared for her life, and knew she had to run or be killed. 

She'd made her move at sundown. In the early days of the battle, she had heard talk of a possible hideout outside of Kyoto. That was her goal. If she could make it there, if it existed, she would be safe. If not...well...she wouldn't have survived much longer in the subways anyways. It wasn't two minutes after leaving the safety of the tunnels that she was spotted. Black Blades had come running from every direction, and she'd sprinted. When the humans had rushed her, guns and blades in hand, she'd been forced to fight. And fight she had. Greyson had battled her way through every human that neared her until she finally reached the edge of the city and escaped into the blackness of night, headed for the mythical sanctuary. 

Hours later, she was making her way through dense foliage, limping heavily. Sheer will power, combined with the natural resilience of a vampire, was the only thing that kept her moving. A human would have long since died of these wounds. Fighting her way out of her city was a blur in Greyson's mind. She remembered little of it, only glimpses and flashes of actions made in a haze of fear. She had hurt people...probably killed some. How many, she didn't know. Didn't want to know. And she could only guess at the attacks made against her based on the wounds she'd sustained. Most of the damage had come from holy water and bullets; weapons fired at a distance. Her legs and torso had been scalded with water, and the burns still stung fiercely. A UV bullet had torn through her shoulder, and another deeply grazed her side. She'd avoided most of the katanas, but one had deeply gouged her leg just above the knee. Her white shirt was stained bright red, and her skin was even paler than normal. She needed blood. 

She was ready to collapse when she finally saw something through the trees. Only a vampire's eyes would be able to pick out the form of a house in the darkness. Had she not been in so much pain, Greyson would have laughed in relief. She hobbled towards it, tripping over roots and leaves. It had to be the vampire hideout. It [i]had[/i] to be. 

She stumbled at the door, and her weary legs finally gave up. Greyson fell. With a whimper of pain, she propped herself up against the wall of the house, raising a hand to knock at the door. [b]"Hello?"[/b] she called out hesitantly, defaulting to English as her native tongue. But no. She was in Japan. Many vampires spoke multiple languages, but if she wanted an answer for sure, she needed to use the proper language. Speaking again, this time in poorly-pronounced Japanese, she called out again. [b]"Is anyone there? I need h-...help."[/b]