Brian spun his head towards the north, towards the castle. "He's coming," he said. "And he's got Khaat. I can feel her. I dont' know how. I just know. Nobody fires at him while he's got Khaat. Got that?"
"In stone," Michael said. "Show time, Everyone. No mistakes." He moved to stand as close to Brian as he could get, his own wand drawn and at the ready.
A moment later, a black flourish of smoke spun viciously on the balcony of the treehouse and it materialized to be Escobar himself, and he had Khaat with him. She looked to Brian like she was a bit confused. Disoriented. What the hell was she wearing? Some odd flowing white Gothic longsleeved gown? Like it was straight out of a cheap muggle movie? Who did that, anyway? He looked directly into the eyes of the vampire. They were coal black, no irises. He was powered up. Brian could feel the immense evil rolling off of Escobar like chill off an icecube.
"Give it to me!" Escobar demanded in a powerful tone.
"No," Brian said coldly. He lifted the amulet out of his pocket, the chain entwined in his fingers so it could not be easily accio'd from him. "This is what you want, and you have what I want. I want my wife. I get her back and you get the amulet."
"You're a fool," Escobar hissed. "I could kill you right now."
"You could try," Brian admitted, "And I could power up this thing and destroy this whole part of the globe. And dont' think I wouldn't rather die with her than without her. Your choice."