A purple crystal swings around in wide circles while twin sapphire vipers watch on. Several minutes later and the crystal refuses to drop on any part of the New York map. The German Hunter fishes out the map of the United States to enlarge her search....

She throws the amethyst against the bathroom wall. "Verdammt (Damn it)! Where can that amulet be?!"

One of the snakes coils itself around her waist to soothe his master. Her icy blue eyes meet the golden with a gentle smile.

Rough fingers brush against the scaly skin. "Danke, Otto."

Otto raises his head to meet with the palm of her hand. He lowers the top of his head to show appreciation for all the training they had endured to get to this point.

The other twin viper slithers past the assembly of a crystal ball with a mortar and pestle resting on a tarp. He spits out the amethyst near her feet. His slitted eyes glance at the object and her repeatedly.

She brushes his head. "Danke, Karl."

He hisses with a smile for the display of affection. Otto hisses at him with jealousy before the Hunter gently shushes them.

"Focus any anger you have towards him. After all this time..."

Her snakes hum with electric sparks from her burning wrath. The overhead bathroom light flickers from the surge of energy around them.

She takes in several deep breaths while gripping her knees. Focus on your mission for now. You will avenge them.

After catching her breath, she finds a strand of angelic blonde hair out of place. She twists it back to join her braids that were done in a chingon.

Before she could resume her search, the crystal ball glows with brief pauses in between.

"Rest for now," she bangs her forearms together. Otto and Karl coil around her arms before turning back into arm sleeves. 

"G' day, Sister Frieda," a thick Australian accent comes out of the crystal ball. The sound of a hissing reptile fills up the silence. "Shush, Ethan. I know you're upset."

"Hello, Brother Levi."

"Konnichiwa, everyone," an elegant tone stands out with weight. "I wish it was under better terms."

The Australian Hunter laughs from his belly. "No need to clean up your words, Sister Emi. Jack carried himself to his grave."

"Still, you should show respect for his life."

"For throwing himself away to Dracula instead of running?"

Frieda sighs with knowledge that Levi is trying to get under Emi's skin. "Just stop."

"Stop what?" His question is laced with feigned ignorance. "I know I'm right. What are your thoughts?"

"While what he did was beyond idiotic, his squadron did prove that the lycans and vampires are working together."

"Oh, shit! Why didn't anyone tell me that?"

"We were sent the footage, but maybe you need to lay off the alcohol," Emi's hidden roast makes his familiar roar in anger.

"Whoa, now. I can forgive you for upsetting Ethan...as long as you give me a pash."

"A kiss of death I can provide you. I do wonder what your ashened organs will look like," her threat squashes his attempt.

"I-I was just joking," he deflects before clearing his throat. "So, with the body cam footage, what happened to the officer and how did she get Sister Camila's amulet?"

"From the lack of proper perspective, we can assume that she's dead or turned into one of them."

Frieda grips her knees from recollecting those images.

"Sister, is something wrong?"

She takes a breath. "What do we do now?"

"Continue to search, Sister Frieda. We will handle the rest from here," an eloquent Dutch voice booms from the crystal ball.

The familiar voice has the Hunters bow in their respective places.

"Master Van Helsing, it's an honor," they speak as one.

"It's an honor to be here with you all," he responds. "We will grant Jack Taylor a proper funeral service for his sacrifice when it's all over. To aid your search, I invented a special gadget that will suss them out of hiding."

A ball of white appears right next to Frida. Picking it up, she notices small craters as if she was holding the moon in her hands.

"I trust in all of-"

"Master, wait," Frieda halts him with respect. "Wouldn't this put innocent lives in danger?"

She gulps after finishing her question. The other Hunters still their tongues for his reaction.

"Young Frieda, remember what I told you in training? You can't save everyone but focus on saving as many as you can. And never forget....the Prophecy of Dracula must be stopped."

A bead of sweat travels down the face of the stoic German. The imagery on paper was beyond mortal comprehension except for two messages: the end of humanity itself if it comes true and what can stop it.

"The sooner you find him, report to me and my destined blade will put that infernal creature to rest."

"Yes, master."

"Work in teams from now on with the resources I will provide you. Levi, you will work with Frieda-"

"I prefer to work alone. I beg of you," Frieda bows her head to the tarp.

Her heart pounds louder than a drum during the moments of silence.

"Fine. I will assemble a small squad to aid you."

"Danke, master."

"I will now depart to ready myself for that fateful day. May God's light shine brightly on you."

"You as well," the trio speaks in unison.

The glow of the crystal ball vanishes. The 6-foot German blonde throws her things back into her duffel bag before exiting the bathroom in a heavy blue coat. A wave of her hand banishes the invisible wall covering that gave her privacy.

Her brown boots make their way to take the NY train uptown towards the Bronx. The last location of the late Jack Taylor. Her right heel taps in anticipation of the fight she wants to have with one particular monster. Narrowing eyes focused on her veng-

A tug on her sleeve gets her attention. Her narrowed eyes look down and quickly soften.

"I-I'm sorry!" A crying little boy takes a step back from her. "I lost my mom."

She crouches down to him. "It's okay. Do you remember where you last saw her?"

He shakes his head with tears cascading down his face. "I was- I was trying to take the D train."

She holds him by the shoulders. "What's your name?"

"Michael."

"Michael, hold my hands. I will help you find her."

Her rough, but gentle tone allows his hands to be held by her.

Frieda closes her eyes to focus her magic. Her mind traces out the electric nervous systems of nearby humans while keeping Michael's as a homing beacon. Young and old. Small and big....

The matching current brings a smile to her face. "Let's try walking up the stairs. Don't let go of my hand."

Michael nods his head before following her. Within five minutes, he lets go.

"Mommy!"

His mother scoops him up in her arms. "Michael, I was so worried!"

Her son nuzzles his head against her sweater. "Mommy. A nice lady helped me out."

"I'm glad she did--Where is she?"

The boy turns his head to no longer find the helpful woman. "I don't know."

"Come, let's head home," she scoops him up in her arms and walks away.

Hiding behind a column, Frieda heard it all. A smile almost cracks on her face that a family was reunited. But she kills it.

Although the prophecy rings in her head, her focus is on a particular monster caught in the prior footage. The Lycan with the milk chocolate coat. With a perspective of another body cam from a dead soldier, she found the crescent moon scar on his back. The one responsible for her family's suffering.

---

In an undisclosed location, a Wiccan pentagram crackles with light. Imani walks through the circle in a green long sleeve shirt with matching leggings with Ruben by her side. He adjusts the casting sleeve on his right arm for a better fit.

Her honey-brown eyes glance over the wooden cabin where all wooden chairs and a mesquite long table have been pushed to the side for a proper clearing. On the floor, a circle of black paint is sits below by symbols that she remembered from her prior research. The five natural elements of water, fire, earth, wind, and metal.

That circle is then enclosed by a red circle with animal symbols. Snake, dragon, spider, monkey, bird, cat, dog, and numerous other classifications.

Her nostrils perk up from the alluring smell of roasted vegetables and garlic. Her white and black tennis shoes follow the scent. Her eyes widen in delight that a certain caramel vampire is at the stove. The royal blue long-sleeve shirt accentuates his wide back and tapered waist.

The pink apron hangs around his neck while he takes a sip from his flask.

"Good morning," she greets.

He almost coughs up the contents of his flask from her voice. He shoves it in the pocket of his Wrangler jeans.

"Oh, you're early," while checking his watch. Five minutes before 8 am.

"If I'm on time, then I'm late," she smiles with determination before clasping her hands to close the portal. Her honey-brown eyes notice a stretch of sand outside where a dusty wind blows several tumbleweeds across it.

Before she asks where they are -- Tap, tap.

She turns her head to the king of vampires tapping on a state map on the fridge.

"Welcome to The Lone Star State, officer," while he crunches on some fresh garlic toast.

Her eyes widen from the jump in distance she just did from NY to Texas.

"Have you been here before?"

"First time."

Ruben taps her arm. "If there's time we can show you around and-"

"No, thanks," her voice responds with time on the line.

"Right. Oh, did you eat? I made my patatas bravas," Enzo scoops some from the pan onto a plate.

"Maybe later."

"Don't mind if I do," Ruben treats himself. The tomato drizzled potatoes dances with garlic on his tongue.

His hips shimmy to Imani's laughter.

"Can I take some to Robbie?"

"Go ahead. I made plenty. In that case, officer, consider the patatas to be your reward for today. Do you also like tofu?"

Imani's heart warms up from his generosity, but she crosses her arms. "I do. So, what will we be doing-"

The sound of another crackling circle makes her jump.

A blonde Dutchman with eyes of grey walks through with a large pot of coffee in his right hand and a cooler in the other. A red lipstick kiss decorates his right cheek.

"Oh, goedemorgen, everyone," he swigs down the steaming coffee without an ounce of pain.

Imani blinks numerous times. Remember that these people aren't normal.

He clasps his hands together to close his portal.

Enzo points at his right cheek to get the signal across.

"Oh, mi esposa left a love mark on me? I will keep it as a short memento," he chuckles.

The love and admiration in his tone makes Imani grin. However, her mind kills it that she and Derek could have been at that place.

"Officer Jefferson, this is Lars," Enzo introduces them.

The Dutchman shakes hands with her. "Nice to meet you. I will help with your training as well."

"Thank you."

"Oh, Ruben, how's the arm?"

"Still painful, but the silver is leaving my body."

"Good, good," he finishes his pot of coffee with a few gulps. His body shimmies that his vice has been satiated.

He opens the white cooler which makes Ruben's mouth water. A tomahawk steak in a red wine marinade.

"Carolina made this for you."

The Lycan gives him a gentle embrace with happy tears. "Lars, your wife is the best."

"She sure is. In fact, I will cook it later."

Ruben almost pumps his right fist in the air, but Imani raises his left hand as a reminder.

"It's good that you're there to remind him. He can sometimes have the attention span of a puppy."

A laugh breaks through her plump lips. "I used to think that he's a golden retriever. I was so close!"

Her laughter makes Enzo chuckle with her.

"A good mood suits you best, officer. Are you ready?"

Ba-dump. "I am."

Lars gives her two thumbs up. "Good luck!"

"You can do it, work wifie!" Ruben cheers.

Her feet follow Dracula to the large circles on the floor. She stands still before bowing to his surprise.

"I want to thank you for this. It means so much, teach- I mean, prof-"

He gently lifts her up by the shoulders. "Just call me Enzo or Dracula. Don't make it too formal, okay?"

Her body warms up her heart down to her toes. Her eyes almost get lost into his grey clouds.

Those chocolate eyes with flecks of gold transfix the caramel vampire. This...feels so nice.

It would feel nicer if she didn't have that necklace.

Stop.

So easy to crush and consu-

Imani and the others are stunned from his action. The self-inflicted slap rings his mind back in order. Lars lowers his head, but hopes that things will work out between them.

"I apologize," Enzo backs away. "I know it's a lot, but just forget what you saw."

"Like what?" She plays along.

He smiles without his extended fangs. "Good. You asked about wanting healing knowledge?"

She nods.

He brings a hand to his chin. "You have someone in mind, right?"

She nods. "Less than three months."

Ruben lowers his head, knowing it's Imani's father.

"Usually, it would take years to master it, but with help from me and Lars, you should be right on schedule. You will also learn how to fight. Remember that we're in a war now."

She stands up straight. Whatever he will throw at me, I will pass it. Just keep fighting, Pops. I will be right there.