As Logan left the office; He replayed the information he received from his source in the hunter community. He stretched slightly he felt his vertebrate slid back into place as he cracked his neck. He then walked up to his old 67 silver Pontiac Firebird. He slid his fingers across the paint small smile creep across his lips as he reminisced on how he got it so long ago. He opened the door and tossed his stuff into the back seat before getting in. He smacks the glove compartment, and it swung open, and he reached in and pulled out a TomTom. He turned it on and punched in the address he got for a spot where a vampire nest was possible hunting and working in Houston, Texas. Logan repositioned the review mirror and peered into it revealed that he had no reflection, but he still used it to back up. He then swung the car towards the exit and drove off towards Houston.

He thought to himself as he turns his radio on to catch the last bit of the song he heard as he left the hotel office. 'Please if there is any justice in this world let that cold-hearted bitch be there so they can finally rest in peace!' And with that, though in his mind he stepped down on the accelerator and his Silver stallion let out a roar as the engine revved up and his speed increased as he speeds down the old road that leads to the highway.

As he got ready to turn he heard his GPS say, "Take the next right and go One hundred and fifty mi-"

But before it could finish giving it directions Logan turned; and found himself staring into the headlights of a large semi-truck. It was obvious even in the split second before it had hit this wasn't a mere accident. But those thoughts dissipated as the impact between the two objects sent the Firebird into the air a few feet, and then bounced a few times as the car smacked into the asphalt and then the ground as it barrow rolled away from the point of impact. All the time the rider inside held onto what he could as he was tossed and turned inside. He grimaced as he felt a few of his ribs break through his flesh and his mouth filled with the taste of his blood as he aspirated it.

As the car stop moving and came to rest on its side; Logan looked as if he'd gone twenty rounds with Mike Tyson in a bare knuckle brawl. As he received so many lacerations from the wreckage cutting and stabbing him, if he hadn't already been dead, he soon would have been. He was barely able to hold onto consensus out of pure rage; knowing full well how dangerous it could be if he loses much more blood. He could fall into a blood frenzy and be a danger to anyone that he came across. But he also knew that if he didn't stay awake and fight through the trauma and pain, he was feeling in this moment, the person or thing that had hit him with the semi would surely finish him off. So, he decides it was well worth the risk of going into the frenzy, so he didn't move he used the time he has, and the energy had left to heal his more severe wounds. He could feel his broken and shattered bones resetting as he lay in a pool of his blood. As every second that passed he could feel more healed, but he could also feel the madness of his bloodlust grow.

His fangs were already filling his mouth like they were waiting to rip into someone or thing. But he still had enough control to prevent himself from moving, but that was slowly slipping from his grasp. The sound of the semi-door opening brought him back to reality and returned him a little more control. With it he; he could regain some type bearing to where he was in comparison to where and how his car was situated at the moment. So, he reached for something behind him, passed his car seat. As his fingers tips touch, something he could feel the car move again and assume whatever had hit him was in the process of trying to get to him. When all sudden he heard a loud creak of metal starting to be torn. He strained a little more as he heard the passenger side door finally let go and go flying. He could sense something eyes on him as his hand finally clasped around what he was looking for.

So, he quickly turned in time to see the black eyes of a demon possessing the old and graying truck driver. Logan pulled his hand from behind him as his current problem begun to tear away the passenger door like a child tearing through crate paper with it a maleficent gaping smile on its face. As the door went flying the demon found it faces to face with twelve gauges.

"your fucking kidding…."

The demon manages only to get out as it was sent flying from the car by the force of shotgun blast; All the vampire could hear from other than the ringing from shooting the gun enclosed area was the demon cursing as the shell load stung it. The situation made Logan laugh as he pulled himself out of the car wreck. He could see the demon still rolling on the ground clutching at its face.

"Fucking Vampire that uses rock salt like…hunter…. come on."

As Logan jump down from the car, he chambers the next shell in his shot gun.

"Like a puke demon working as a vampire's little bitch isn't a shocker?"

At these words, the demon showed it hadn't been that hurt as it scrambled to it belly and made a dash towards the vampire. But he was more than ready for this as he brought the butt of the shotgun down on the demon head like an anvil. Before swinging the barrel at its head for a second shot!

"Let start again … if you attack me a third time I am going take offense and think you don't like me!"

The demon was going say a smart-ass retort but found the vampire was no longer in a mood to sufferer insult as the host took a round of buck salt to ass. The demon let out another scream as it clutches it ass cheeks in pain. After a few moments, the demon got to kneeling position and sat quietly examine the problem before it; it did take it long before it must have surmised by the look of Logan he was a few quarts low after the car wreck. An in-demon fashion it though it could use it to gain the upper hand.

"It real shame to waste all this good blood this body losing from them holes you put in it."

The demon raised his right hand letting the blood trickle and drip onto the desert ground. It could see Logan fangs extrude beneath his flesh, but he didn't move the look in his eyes if they were able to kill the demon be dead. And before the demon could utter another word the hunter kicks the demon in the face sending back onto his ass, causing the demon to grimace and howl in pain. The demon spat the blood in his mouth and said, "You'll never find her!"

With that, the demon decides to take it leave as it poured out of the man in a dark cloud of black and gray smoke that reek of sulfur and death. It zipped around the vampire and into the night sky.