There was only one way out of this mess, Kahn knew.

Before Kraven had been officially in charge of the Coven in Viktor's absence, each safe house had to have an underground room, as well. But when the upkeep of extra rooms started to take too much out the budget, Kraven eliminated this requirement in safe houses. He instead spent the money on imported furs, sex toys, and other luxurious objects. The Death Dealers were infuriated – but could do absolutely nothing to change Kraven's decision.

Luckily, this safe house was an old one, and had an underground room. Equally lucky, the entrance to it was right next to where the three were. But it was still far enough to be hard to reach if they had little time.

Kahn grabbed Erika and Mason and practically shoved them through the door and down the stairs. He had just thrown himself through the door and closed it as a deafening explosion rang through the whole safe house. Erika shrieked and Kahn lost hearing for a moment or two before he could hear his own breathing, his heartbeat pounding in his head. Kahn had no idea who the hell those mortals were – he could tell from their scents that they were mortals – all he knew was that, if all of their other weapons were as extreme as what they had used, he had no intention of going up against them.

"What… the HELL was that!" Erika exclaimed.

"No idea." Kahn said vaguely.

"Kahn, were they…? You know, one of THEM?" Mason asked. They, of course, meant those despicable excuse for immortals, those fucking Lycans.

"No. They were mortals."

There was a brief moment of silence. Mortals attacking immortals? No, this had not happened, not since the days of Lucian. Or.. at least, before Kraven "killed" Lucian and got what was supposed to be unconditional absolution.

I can't make head or tails of this shit. Kahn thought helplessly. His whole world had been turned upside down, and he felt like a fish outta water – or a bat in sunlight. Since Lucian had been alive after all of this time, and Selene "eloped" with her Super Hedgehog dude, AND Ordoghaz had been incinerated, anything was possible. Sure, anything can happen. Kahn, at this point, didn't give a rat's ass. He just wanted something to shoot and live to tell the tale. He hated thinking and analyzing and taking precautions and planning and evaluating. Unfortunately, all of this had kept him alive so far. Losing his brain and using brawn would equate him to one of Soren's goons – or a Lycan.

"Yeah, mortals." Kahn said, just trying to fill the void.

"Shit." Mason swore. He slammed his gun on the floor and kicked it, trying to exert all of his pent up anger in a kick that sent his gun skittering across the room.

Erika gave a jump. Kahn grabbed Mason to get his attention.

"Look," Kahn started, "I know it's frustrating. Why mortals would blow up a safe house with us in it makes no sense. But we can't do anything to give away our presence. As far as I know, they have no idea we were – or are – here. Let's keep it that way, okay?"

Mason nodded. Kahn looked to Erika, to make sure she also understood. She also nodded her head.

"Good." Kahn took a deep breath, trying to determine what they should do next. He hated thinking, but as the eldest vampire in the room, he had to use his wits and his intellect, since he had the most.

Where should they go to now? Kahn wasn't sure if they should go to the American Coven (how would they get there?). He considered going to one of the smaller covens in Europe, but quickly thought better of it (he only knew how to speak English, and so did Mason and Erika).

There was another option… but he wasn't sure if the timing was right.

"Mason, what's today's date?" Kahn asked.

"October 30. Why?"

Kahn didn't answer. He should be docking about now…

Kahn made up his mind.

"We're going to an old friend of mine." Kahn said, walking briskly towards the door leading back up to the ground above. As he tried to push the door open, using all of his immortal power to move a door that hadn't moved in decades(? Centuries?), Erika asked him a question.

"How old? Like, 300 years old?"

"Older. As in the 1200s."

Erika looked shocked – it was apparent the young vampires had trouble adjusting to hearing a year that was so long ago.

"1200s…?"

"Yeah."

Mason spoke up, now. "What's his name?"

Kahn gave up on the door, which wouldn't budge. They all sat there, Mason's question left unanswered. Eventually all three of them fell asleep. By the time all three of them awoke, it was nighttime.

Giving it another try, Kahn finally got the door open, a gust of cold, crisp winter wind blowing against his face. They all left the safe house – which wasn't so "safe" anymore – and snow was crunching under their boots as they walked away.

"His name," Kahn finally addressed Mason's question. "His name, is Alexander."

"Alexander Corvinus."

A/N:

Yes, Kahn is taking the group to St. Helena…

And, if memory serves, the boat blew up about this point in the movie…