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                                                               FADE IN:

         1     INT. GYM. AFTERNOON.                                     1

               CLACK! Two wooden quarterstaffs smack together into frame,
               and as we pull back we see CHRIS holding one and TWIST
               holding the other. We're inside an otherwise empty gym, Chris
               wrapped in a plain black outfit while Twist favours grey
               tracksuit bottoms and a Nine Inch Nails t-shirt. Both are
               sweating, this is an intense workout.

                                   CHRIS
                         Good! I must say, you're picking
                         this all up incredibly quickly.

                                   TWIST
                         And I'm telling you, I couldn't
                         have told my katana from my
                         wakizashi until I bit you a few
                         days ago!

               Chris tries a few swipes with the staff, but Twist is very
               quick on her feet, effortlessly blocking every one.

                                   CHRIS
                         Remarkable… and you're sure you've
                         never used a bo staff before
                         either?

                                   TWIST
                         Hey, I like Cynthia Rothrock and
                         Michelle Yeoh as much as the next
                         chick, but the closest I ever got
                         to bustin' any mad style kung fu
                         moves was when I kicked this jock
                         Billy Freeman's ass in my freshman
                         year.

                                   CHRIS
                         What did he do, might I ask?

                                   TWIST
                         Ah, you know, he was just being a
                         jock. 'Nuff said.

               Chris tries a jumping strike, but Twist blocks that, rolls
               underneath him and lands a solid blow across Chris' back,
               knocking him to the ground. She helps him up.

                                   TWIST
                         Heh, sorry, chief.

                                   CHRIS
                         That's alright. I think I can
                         safely assume that you took on some
                         of my fighting prowess when you bit
                         me! Although the bad jokes are all
                         your own, I'm glad to say...

                                   TWIST
                         Sweet! I always wanted the power of
                         ten ninjas.

                                   CHRIS
                         It saves us some time, I'll say
                         that much. Now it's up to you to
                         hone these skills to your own
                         needs.

                                   TWIST
                         And I know just the thing for that!

               Like a pro, Twist kicks her staff up with one foot, catches
               it, spins it round and throws it towards a rack on the wall.
               She's already walking towards a small ghetto blaster by the
               time the staff slots neatly into place.

                                   CHRIS
                         Oh, no… this isn't going to be what
                         I think it is, is it?

                                   TWIST
                         Three guesses. And the first two
                         not only don't count, they get you
                         a pointy stick in the eye.

               We close up on Twist's finger as she hits 'Play' on the
               stereo's tape deck - Rob Zombie's 'Superbeast' kicks in.

               Twist spins round with a mischievous glint in her eye.

                                   TWIST (cont'd)
                         And now, brave traveller, it is
                         time for your introduction to the
                         noble art of… Goth Fu! Round one…
                         fight!

               Chris grabs a katana and throws one to Twist, and within
               moments the two are back into their fight, blocking and
               parrying, sparks flying as their two sword blades clash
               together at dramatic speeds.

               Twist's sword gets knocked away, but as Chris lunges at her,
               she neatly flips over to the side, grabbing a pair of
               nunchucks from the rack of weapons on the wall and attacking
               Chris with them.

               He dives to the side as she advances, swinging the flails
               left and right, and with one solid thwack to his chest, he
               drops his own katana and rolls away.

               Twist comes at him with the nunchucks again, but he flips up
               and to his feet, kicking her in the chest and sending her
               hurtling backwards, slamming into one of the cabinets on the
               edge of the room, which explodes into fragments.

               Unbowed, Twist jumps up, veers to the side and grabs a pair
               of sai daggers from the wall and is back on the offensive,
               forcing Chris to grab another staff and use it to defend
               himself.

               Twist snares the end of the staff and wrenches it free from
               his hands, and it flies off screen to the sound of breaking
               glass. Chris jumps in with a kick and hits Twist, but she
               punches back, grabs his arm and swings him round, throwing
               him against the wall and dislodging several framed
               certificates and photos.

               Chris jumps up, plants his hands against the edge of the
               vaulting horse and shoves it towards Twist, who hops neatly
               on top of it, only to get knocked off by Chris tackling her.
               The two of them slam to the ground and roll down a set of
               stairs, Twist kicking Chris off and into another wall-mounted
               display.

               Chris is grabbed off the floor and dragged to his feet, but
               he and Twist trade a rapid series of chops and punches before
               he gets a hit in, knocking Twist down.

               She flips up and backwards, delicately running back up the
               stairway railing and onto the main gym floor.

               Chris is right behind her, but she charitably throws him his
               sword and the two get to it again, this time slicing into the
               walls, the wooden dummy, the floor and everything but each
               other as they fight.

               We close on the stereo as the song ends, and the tape stops
               with a loud CLICK.

               Back on the scene, and Chris and Twist, panting for breath,
               regard each other. Twist is grinning broadly, and as we pull
               back we see that the two of them have completely demolished
               the entire gym.

                                   TWIST
                         Flawless victory!

                                   WOMAN (O.S.)
                             (screeches)
                         Oh, my God! What have you two
                         maniacs done?

               Chris and Twist look round, and just entering the room we see
               a middle-aged WOMAN, the owner of this dojo, her hands over
               her mouth in shock as she surveys the damage.

                                   TWIST
                         Uh… sorry, ma'am, I guess we got a
                         little carried away.

               Chris flinches as another display crashes from the wall
               behind him, and Twist carefully puts her sword back into its
               place on the rack. Which also promptly collapses.

                                   WOMAN
                         Get out… get out! Get out of here
                         and never come back!

                                   CHRIS
                         Come on, Twist, time to go!

               He grabs her by the arms and leads her off screen. We stay on
               the dojo owner as she treads carefully into the wreckage that
               used to be her gym.

               Twist dashes back into frame, heads up to the stereo and
               retrieves her tape, then with a nod and a smile, exits.

                                   WOMAN
                             (blazing with anger)
                         God damn vampires!!

                                                             BLACK OUT:



                                    END OF TEASER
                                       ACT ONE

                                                               FADE IN:

         2     EXT. ROOFTOP. NIGHT.                                     2

               Chris, wearing a bulky-looking backpack, steals across the
               moonlit rooftop, Twist close behind.

                                   TWIST
                         So… what else do I need to know?

                                   CHRIS
                         About what? Tonight, or just
                         generally?

                                   TWIST
                         Well, you know, general stuff. I've
                         only been a vamp a few years, so
                         relatively speaking you've got a
                         mortgage and two kids on me in
                         terms of vampire years.

               Chris pauses at the edge of one roof, scanning the
               surrounding area. We're overlooking the downtown district of
               a busy city, plenty of apartment blocks.

                                   CHRIS
                         Alright, what do you want to know?

               Chris kneels down at the roof's edge and opens up his bag.
               Twist squats down next to him, watching idly as he starts to
               unpack several pieces of equipment.

                                   TWIST
                         Plenty of stuff. You know, things I
                         never got chance to find out
                         before.

                                   CHRIS
                         From the sounds of things, you had
                         three busy years before your…

                                   TWIST
                         You can say 'before your horrific
                         death when you got burned alive by
                         the sun.' I mean, it was traumatic,
                         but I'm over it. Greedo shooting
                         first has left much deeper scars.

               Chris starts looking out towards the city with a pair of
               binoculars.

                                   CHRIS
                         As usual, I have very little idea
                         what you're on about.

                                   TWIST
                         Never mind. I'll rent us some
                         movies so you can catch up on pop
                         culture. Anyhoo, one thing always
                         bugged me…

               Twist watches as Chris starts to set up a small satellite
               receiver dish and open up his laptop, plugging them in.

                                   TWIST
                         I know that being a vampire doesn't
                         stop you being able to have sex.

                                   CHRIS
                         And what a charming mental image
                         that is for me.

                                   TWIST
                         Yeah, well, anyway, can we still
                         get pregnant? Girl vampires, I
                         mean. Can we have vampire babies?

                                   CHRIS
                         It's not amazingly common, and very
                         few come to term, but yes, you can.

                                   TWIST
                         Woah. What are they like?

                                   CHRIS
                         It depends. Sometimes they're
                         human, sometimes vampire, very
                         occasionally a hybrid of the two.

                                   TWIST
                         Like you?

                                   CHRIS
                         Something like that. As I said,
                         there haven't been many.

               Chris looks through the binoculars again, finding his target
               and grinning. He aims the receiver dish towards where he's
               looking. Twist watches, curious.

                                   TWIST
                         Can I ask what'cha doin?

                                   CHRIS
                         We're here to get some information
                         off a local informer, a young man
                         by the name of Benjamin. His mother
                         was part visionary, and his
                         inherited skills make him very
                         valuable to both sides of the
                         fight.

                                   TWIST
                         'Visionary'?

                                   CHRIS
                         Psychic. Receiver of messages and
                         visions from whatever's going on
                         above and beyond in the heavens.

                                   TWIST
                         Oh. Cool.

                                   CHRIS
                         He doesn't know it yet, but he's
                         going to lead us right to a
                         gangster on his way to this city,
                         so I can put a stop to him once and
                         for all.

                                   TWIST
                         By us listening in on him?

                                   CHRIS
                         Correct.

               Chris puts on a pair of headphones and opens a recording
               program on his laptop. Speech wave patterns start to play on
               the screen, and Chris starts typing commands in.

                                   CHRIS (cont'd)
                         This is your first lesson in
                         surveillance, Twist. It requires a
                         degree of patience, and-

               A series of bleeps sound from off screen, followed by tinny
               electronic music. Chris looks to his side, and we see Twist
               lying on her back, absently playing a Game Boy Advance, a
               million miles away.

                                   CHRIS (cont'd)
                         Twist! What are you doing?

                                   TWIST
                         Trying to get past this level on
                         'Mega Man 4,' why?

                                   CHRIS
                         Put that thing away!

               Twist pouts and puts the Game Boy back in her jacket, before
               shuffling up to the roof edge and taking the binoculars off
               Chris.

                                   TWIST
                         So who am I looking at?

                                   CHRIS
                         The apartment block. Third floor,
                         second window from the left.

               Looking through the lenses, we close in on one apartment:

         3     INT. BENJAMIN'S APARTMENT. NIGHT.                        3

               BENJAMIN is a pale guy with long, scruffy brown hair and a
               malnourished physique. He paces up and down inside his messy
               apartment, wringing his hands nervously, jumping a mile when
               there is a KNOCK at his door.

               FORBES is revealed, tall and lean with neat, back-length
               white hair, dressed in a black suit. He steps into the
               apartment, turning his nose up at the disarray.

                                   FORBES
                         Ah, Benjamin. Still living the high
                         life, I see?

                                   BENJAMIN
                         Yeah, well, you know how it is, Mr.
                         Forbes, can't get too flashy with
                         the cash I make or people'd, you
                         know, start asking too many
                         questions about where it came from!

                                   FORBES
                         Quite.
                             (beat)
                         You have some information for me?

                                   BENJAMIN
                         Yeah, yeah, I found out where
                         Malkuth is bringing his next
                         shipment into the city.

                                   FORBES
                         Excellent.

         4     EXT. ROOFTOP. NIGHT.                                     4

               Twist, now wearing the headphones, frowns and looks up at
               Chris, who is busy typing on the laptop.

                                   TWIST
                         Malkuth? Hey, Chris, where do I
                         know that name from?

                                   CHRIS
                             (quickly)
                         You don't.

                                   TWIST
                         But I'm sure-

                                   CHRIS
                             (sharp)
                         Twist. Leave it.

               Twist looks puzzled but lets it drop.

                                   CHRIS (cont'd)
                         Alright, that's all we came here
                         for, time to leave. Benjamin's told
                         us where we can find the gangster
                         we're after, now we just need to go
                         and prepare our ambush.

                                   TWIST
                         Groovy.

               They get up to leave, when Twist notices something.

                                   TWIST (cont'd)
                         Uh-oh… Chris! You'd better see
                         this!

               She hands the binoculars back to Chris.

               Through them, we see that Forbes is throttling Benjamin, who
               is weakly starting to slump to the ground.

               Chris throws the glasses down and reaches into his bag,
               bringing out a small personal grappling gun.

                                   TWIST (cont'd)
                         Oh, what, are you like freakin'
                         Batman now?

               Without answering, Chris aims and FIRES the gun, shooting the
               grapple line across the street.

               The hook SLAMS into the apartment building opposite.

               Chris secures his end of the line round a fusebox on top of
               the roof, then prepares to slide across it.

                                   TWIST (cont'd)
                         Hey, wait, you're not just gonna…

               Chris JUMPS off the edge of the roof - and slides rapidly
               along the grapple line, using a small pulley in one hand to
               hold on. In a moment, he lands feet first against the
               building, swinging back and then to the side, CRASHING
               through the apartment window.

                                   TWIST (cont'd)
                         Damn… that boy's got some talent!

               Twist realises she has to follow, and sighs.

         5     INT. BENJAMIN'S APARTMENT. NIGHT.                        5

               Chris lands on the floor, glass flying, his katana drawn and
               ready in an instant. Forbes is long gone, the door swinging
               on its hinges, and Chris kneels down by the prone form of
               Benjamin. He presses his fingers to the informer's neck, but
               sighs as he realises he's dead.

                                   TWIST (O.S.)
                         Incoming!!

               From across the street, we hear Twist's yell of alarm grow in
               volume until she hits the wall with a THUD, clambering with
               difficulty through the broken window.

                                   TWIST (cont'd)
                         Have to say, old chum, you made
                         that look a helluva lot easier than
                         it actually was…

                                   CHRIS
                             (off body)
                         He's dead.

                                   TWIST
                         Bummer. Did we know him?

                                   CHRIS
                         Not personally. He wasn't exactly
                         one of the good guys, but he was on
                         the right path.

               Chris gently closes Benjamin's blankly staring eyes.

                                   TWIST
                             (sniffs air)
                         Wherever he was headed, that path
                         sure didn't go past any drugstores -
                         this place reeks!

                                   CHRIS
                         It's not our place to judge, Twist.
                         People like Benjamin are in danger
                         every single day of their lives,
                         just because they want to try and
                         do the right thing.

               Chris walks past Twist on his way out.

                                   CHRIS (cont'd)
                         Puts things into perspective, I
                         always think.

               Twist is left alone for a moment. She looks around the
               apartment, then exits with a sympathetic nod down to
               Benjamin's body.

         6     EXT. DRIVING RANGE. NIGHT.                               6

               Chris walks into shot inside a cheap golf range just past
               city limits. The place is closed for the night, but Chris has
               picked up a basket of golf balls and walks along the booths,
               settling on one and setting the basket down.

               Twist joins him, holding a golf club and a baseball bat and
               not looking like she knows what's going on.

                                   TWIST
                         Okay. So. Back up. First we're
                         teaching me how to be a spy, and
                         now we're playing golf? Does
                         recreational sports fall into my
                         training now too? Because, you
                         know, I'm sure there's a bowls club
                         we can crash somewhere. Those
                         grannies may look cuddly, but they
                         turn into tigers when they get
                         those competitive juices flowing-

                                   CHRIS
                         Twist. Stop. Breathe.

               Chris takes the golf club from her, places a ball on the tee
               by his feet and takes aim. The driving range is lit by
               powerful floodlights, and we can track Chris' shot as he
               thwacks the ball far into the distance.

                                   CHRIS (cont'd)
                         This is just an excellent hand/eye
                         co-ordination exercise I discovered
                         some time ago. However, in your
                         case, I'm going to modify it a
                         little.

               Chris motions for Twist to step up to the tee.

                                   CHRIS (cont'd)
                         You told me you used to play
                         baseball a lot when you were
                         younger, right?

                                   TWIST
                         Yup. I even had a special swing
                         named after me at high school!

                                   CHRIS
                         Perfect. Choosing a preferred
                         weapon is an important part of any
                         combat training, and tonight we're
                         going to help you with yours.
                         We've got a while before we need to
                         get ready for our ambush, so I
                         wanted to take the opportunity to
                         do some more training with you.

                                   TWIST
                         Man, Chris, you make this sound
                         like school or something! When are
                         we-

               SLAM! Chris throws a golf ball towards Twist, and she
               instinctively hits it away with the bat. Stunned by her own
               reflexes, she looks out across the range, and we hear a
               distant 'thump' as the ball hits the ground.

                                   CHRIS
                         Excellent! See if you can hit the
                         fifty yard marker this time.

               Chris tosses a second ball towards her, and this time Twist
               is ready, rearing back and hitting it dead on.

               We get a brief shot of the white '50' marker as the ball
               pings off it.

               Twist looks down incredulously at her hands.

                                   TWIST
                         Since when could I move that fast?

                                   CHRIS
                         It's like I said, you've absorbed
                         several things from me, and my
                         fighting skills are part of the
                         package. We'll find out the rest in
                         due course, but for now, let's
                         concentrate on your swing, because
                         I think after much head scratching
                         I've finally found your chosen
                         weapon!

               He picks up another golf ball.

                                   CHRIS (cont'd)
                         Hundred yards.

               He throws it to her - BAM! She hits it again. There is an
               offscreen 'ping' as it hits home. Chris continues to throw
               balls for her to hit throughout this exchange:

                                   TWIST
                         Okay. Few more things I need to
                         know.

                                   CHRIS
                         Ask away.

                                   TWIST
                         I'm just trying to work out what's
                         different now I've been 're-vamped'
                         or whatever you want to call it. I
                         used to eat a lot before, as well
                         as the blood drinking.

                                   CHRIS
                         Really?

                                   TWIST
                         Yeah, guess my sweet tooth was too
                         strong to die with me! So can I
                         still eat normal food?

                                   CHRIS
                         It won't keep you going anywhere
                         near as well as blood, but yes, I
                         should think so.

                                   TWIST
                         Cool. So give me an idea of other
                         things I may have picked up from
                         you.

                                   CHRIS
                         Martial arts, obviously. As well as
                         proficiency with a variety of melee
                         weapons, although I expect you'll
                         find certain ones more suited to
                         you over time. Your reflexes and
                         physical strength seem to have
                         improved too.

                                   TWIST
                         What about all these memories I've
                         got? Stuff that I didn't do?

                                   CHRIS
                         Part of the deal. I inherited
                         almost two thousand years' worth of
                         experiences from Sanctus, I expect
                         it's been diluted a little on its
                         way down to you. What do you
                         remember?

                                   TWIST
                         Just flashes, mainly. Brief images.
                         It's like… like a series of mental
                         postcards, but I can remember what
                         it was like to actually be there.
                         Smells, sounds, things like that.

                                   CHRIS
                         That fits, although I expect they
                         won't be as strong as mine because
                         you took in less blood from me than
                         I did from Sanctus. Anything else?

                                   TWIST
                         For now, I think that's it.

                                   CHRIS
                         Alright, let's try three hundred
                         yards and then we'll get out of
                         here.

                                   TWIST
                             (squints)
                         There isn't a three hundred yard
                         sign!

                                   CHRIS
                         That's code for 'hit this one as
                         hard as you can.'

                                   TWIST
                         Ah… got it. Batter up!

               Chris throws, and as Twist hits the ball, we cut to:

         7     INT. FERRY - CABIN. NIGHT.                               7

               We're pulling close to the cabin of a rusty old ferry,
               picking up the bearded CAPTAIN ROSS as he steers. Two other
               crewmen are in the cabin with him.

                                   ROSS
                         How much farther to the docks,
                         Braggart?

                                   BRAGGART
                         Dead on four miles, captain.

                                   ROSS
                         Good.
                             (turns to his left)
                         That means we should be there in a
                         few hours, just like you wanted.

               We get an angle on the end of a fat cigar as it is lit up,
               the owner taking a deep drag on it and puffing thick smoke
               back out onto the bridge, the rest of him covered by the
               shadows in his corner of the cabin.

                                   SMOKER
                         Good work, Captain. You got me to
                         my destination on time, as you
                         promised, so I'll keep my part of
                         the bargain and not eat you when we
                         get there.

               Ross and the crewmen exchange nervous glances.

                                   SMOKER (cont'd)
                         Well, I mean I know that I won't, I
                         can't really speak for the rest of
                         my men. They do get awfully hungry.

               As the Smoker chuckles, we look out through the cabin's
               windows, to:

         8     EXT. FERRY - DECK. NIGHT.                                8

               As we continue moving out across the deck of the ship, past
               the large 18-wheeler parked in the main loading bay, we pick
               up a horde of men, women and monsters down below - some
               demons, some humans, some vampires, even werewolves and
               dozens of other, equally evil looking creatures. They're
               chatting, laughing, milling around.

                                   SMOKER (V.O.)
                         Now, you just get your head down
                         and get us into harbour before
                         sunrise, and I'll let you keep it.
                         Your head, that is. I have
                         unfinished business in this town.

                                                          CUT TO BLACK:



                                   END OF ACT ONE