Dylan tried to focus as snow flakes fell on the windshield.

“How is our friend,” he asked the old man in the passenger seat.

Elia looked back. “He’s sleeping. We have another four hours before the wolfsbane wears off. But we will need to give him another dose before he gets on the plane.”

Dylan looked back at the snowy road ahead. A cold jolt of electricity went up his spine.

“Something is wrong,” he said.

“I feel it too. Could it be him? Is it Wilhelm?”

They both looked straight ahead toward a man in dark clothes with blonde hair walking toward them.

“Oh fuck it’s him,” Dylan said as he sped up.

“You can’t run him over he will stop us…”

Wilhelm put his right hand forward, the force of his power hit the SUV head on.

Dylan was losing control on the car. He felt it lift off the ground and roll over. The air bag exploded onto his chest as the vehicle slid sideways on its roof crashing into the White Pines on the side of the road.

He looked over at Elia who was out cold with blood streaming down his left cheek from a gash in his head. He had to move fast. The driver’s side door was sealed against a huge pine. He ripped off his seat belt and jumped into the back seat stepping on their sedated guest who was unshaken by the accident. He threw off the right back passenger door and sped out. He picked up the door and threw it at Wilhelm, who was now only three hundred feet away. He ducked and kept coming.

“Is that all you got, vampire? Hand over the O’Rourke boy and I will let your magician live.”

“Elia has always had a death wish so you can kill him.”

Wilhelm stopped. Dylan smirked when he saw the puzzled look on his face. He looked straight through his adversary’s cold gray blue eyes. Nothing, nothing in there, still, just like in Munich.