Drag me to hell and back again

Most of the other drivers were great by human standards, but meager in the eyes of a supernatural creature. The two of them, however, were speeding straight towards the finish while the others were making their spin around. Neck and neck, bumper to bumper, the vamp decided to play dirty, ramming into his tires. Lucius cursed and spoke in an ancient language lost long ago, even to those of Hell.

His father was the only one who knew it, and the rulers of Hell passed the language down to their children. "Vrilit Yrnagnos Malik!" With that, the Vampire's front tires mysteriously popped, leaving him to slow as Lucius crossed the finish, laughing as he spun the car in circles, tires screeching against the pavement.

Well, sadly seems that this has died, then. I enjoyed the short while it lasted, anyway.

To the graveyard with you!