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10 EXT. FREEWAY - NIGHT 10
Chris' black van tears down the freeway, passing a large sign
that reads' Welcome To Indiana!'
11 INT. BLACK VAN - NIGHT 11
Julie is catching some sleep in the back as Chris drives, a
silent Danyael next to him.
CHRIS
Danyael, I...
He trails off. Danyael doesn't even look at him.
CHRIS (cont'd)
Look, about what I said before, I
think I should-
DANYAEL
Forget about it.
CHRIS
It's not something we can just
brush away, Danyael. We almost came
to blows back there, so I thought I
should at least try to offer an
apology.
DANYAEL
Why bother?
CHRIS
Excuse me?
DANAYEL
You won't really mean it and I
won't really believe it, so what's
the point?
Danyael shrugs, and Chris is stuck for an answer. With a
frown, he turns his attention back to driving, as we cut to:
12 EXT. SUBURBAN HOUSE - FRONT DOOR - NIGHT 12
A plain white door, with coloured frosted glass set either
side of it. A hand reaches into frame to rap its knuckles
lightly against the door.
WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S.)
Just a moment?
There's the shuffling of slippered feet and the YAPPING of a
small dog as somebody approaches the door - and after a few
rattles of security chains, it opens to reveal a rosy-cheeked
OLD WOMAN.
OLD WOMAN
Yes?
Vivian and Twist stand side by side in the doorway, both
grinning.
VIVIAN
Eleanor Owen?
ELEANOR
Yes, that's me. Who are you two
girls? Are you with the Youth
Theatre group?
Vivian and Twist swap a glance - before Twist steps forward
and SHOVES Eleanor back into her house.
ELEANOR (cont'd)
Oh, goodness! What do you want?
Help!!
Her dog starts BARKING as Vivian glances over her shoulder,
checking nobody is looking, before stepping into the house
and closing the door.
The dog continues to bark as there are sounds of a fight from
inside - things BREAK, doors SLAM and Eleanor SHOUTS for
help.
With a high-pitched YELP, her dog falls silent, and Eleanor
WAILS in distress.
Shapes can be seen moving around behind the front room
curtains, with more THUMPS and cries for help - until Eleanor
emits a final SHRIEK of pain...
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
13 EXT. ROADSIDE - NIGHT 13
Julie walks back towards the van, a shopping bag in her hand.
The van's parked up in a residential area, and she looks
round to make sure nobody's watching before sliding open the
van door.
Chris sits in the rear, a large map spread out before him
with candles at each corner and several small crystals lining
the edges.
14 INT. VAN - CONTINUOUS 14
Julie steps carefully into the van, closing the door gently
so as not to blow the candles out. Chris has his eyes closed
and appears to be in deep concentration, so she leaves him to
it.
Danyael is up in the passenger seat, fiddling with his phone
again as Julie climbs into the driver's chair, opening the
bag and handing him a beer.
DANYAEL
No, thanks, I'm not-
Julie lifts out one for herself.
JULIE
I need something to take the edge
off the night. And I'm pretty sure
you do too.
A beat - then Danyael nods, and the duo crack open their
beers and take a swig.
CHRIS
I hope that's the only one you're
both having.
JULIE
(scolding)
We're not all robots like you,
Chris!
CHRIS
I'm just going to need you both
focused when I find her. We can't
take any chances, especially if
Vivian's involved.
Julie turns back round, peering at Danyael as he continues to
mess with his cell phone.
JULIE
What are you trying to do?
DANYAEL
The number Twist called us on was a
pay phone, but I'm seeing if
there's any way I can trace it
back.
JULIE
Maybe Neuro can help?
DANYAEL
(shakes head)
I spoke to him already. He says I
need to find the number in my
phone's records first, and then
give that to him before he can
start tracing it.
Julie leaves him to it for a moment.
JULIE
What do you suppose has happened to
her?
DANYAEL
(sighs)
I don't know.
JULIE
I mean, we both know that Vivian's
bad news, right? So why would she
and Twist be bestest girl pals all
of a sudden?
DANYAEL
Something happened to her back at
the Lab, that's all I can figure
out. Something affected her memory,
maybe, or blew a fuse in that hard
wired little blonde brain of hers,
or...
Danyael suddenly trails off - and a TEAR rolls down his
cheek. Julie quickly reaches forward to hold him as Danyael
bursts into tears, his whole body shaking as he sobs.
Julie looks round to Chris, who is finally looking towards
them. Chris looks genuinely sorry, but Julie's cold stare
back at him tells Chris he should turn back round.
He reaches for a small jar of yellow powder and uncorks it,
pouring some out into his hand and then sprinkling it across
the map.
The candle flames FLARE brightly, and the yellow powder
starts to sparkle, shifting around on the map as though being
pulled by invisible magnets.
The map flutters slightly as the dust gathers over one
location, starting to PULSE faintly.
Chris allows himself a small smile, leaning forward to make a
note of the location where the dust has settled.
CHRIS
I think I've found her.
Danyael leans away from Julie, SNIFFING and dabbing his eyes.
She keeps a hold of his hand, but he shakes his head - he'll
be okay.
Julie tears herself away from him and steps into the back of
the van, as Chris points to the map.
CHRIS (cont'd)
Basic locator spell. Pretty
effective but limited in range, so
we're lucky she didn't get too far.
JULIE
And that's where she is now?
CHRIS
The dust shows us where any
vampires are in the immediate area.
According to Danyael, there isn't a
rebel base for many miles and
Neuro's hack into traffic cameras
pointed us in this direction
anyway, so logically...
JULIE
Logically, that's her. Will Vivian
be with her?
CHRIS
It seems that way. Which is why we
need to take some extra
precautions.
JULIE
Do we count grenade launchers as
'precautions'?
CHRIS
Normally, I'd always exercise
restraint when it comes to the use
of force, but on this occasion I
think we can justify nuclear
weapons if we get a clean shot.
DANYAEL
Yeah, but what about Twist?
CHRIS
We're not going to hurt her.
DANYAEL
I mean what if she hurts us? Let's
face it, that's a pretty likely
possibility.
CHRIS
My only plan so far is to find
Twist, subdue her and keep her
somewhere secure until we can
reverse whatever's happening to
her.
JULIE
And if we can't?
Chris meets her stare.
CHRIS
That's not an option.
Danyael's phone RINGS again, breaking the tense moment.
DANYAEL
(into phone)
Twist?
(deflated)
Oh, hey, Renee. No, no, sorry, it
is good to hear from you, things
are just kind of...
(listens)
Say that again?
Danyael turns to Chris and Julie, and we cut to:
15 EXT. SUBURB - STREET - NIGHT 15
Chris' van SCREECHES to a halt in the suburb where Eleanor
lives. A few houses away, a police blockade has been set up
outside her house. Officers and yellow tape keep the
concerned residents back, as two paramedics wheel the
unfortunate Eleanor Owen out in a body bag.
A short woman with long, blonde hair waits by the van as
Chris and the others hop out. She and Danyael embrace, but
it's all business - this is RENEE.
DANYAEL
Chris, Julie, this is Renee Ames.
She's a friend.
Julie shakes her hand as Chris keeps his attention on the
scene outside the house.
CHRIS
What happened?
RENEE
Somebody killed old Eleanor Owen.
CHRIS
Not wanting to sound heartless, but
how is this any of our business at
the moment?
DANYAEL
(cold)
You're right, man. That is pretty
heartless. You can at least wait to
hear Renee out, then you'll see why
I asked to come here.
RENEE
Eleanor wasn't just an old retired
lady - she was a former mystical
being.
JULIE
A what?
RENEE
She was one of three people like
her who had a lot of magical power
back in their day - grey witches
and wizards, the ones who are all
about-
CHRIS
(interrupts)
Powers relating to the skies, yes,
I'm familiar with all that.
RENEE
(to Danyael)
Is he going to let me finish?
Danyael throws Chris a look, and Chris takes a breath,
motioning for Renee to continue.
RENEE (cont'd)
She made a pact almost forty years
ago to be one of the three magic
users guarding the, uh, 'keys' to a
major untapped well of magical
energy.
CHRIS
Are you referring to the cadeado?
RENEE
Yeah, that's the one!
JULIE
I've heard about that too.
DANYAEL
So one of these people dying is a
bad thing, right?
RENEE
Dying, yes. But being murdered the
way she was?
(shudders)
That's lots of bad things.
DANYAEL
You'd better tell him the rest.
RENEE
Two women were seen leaving the
scene, and...
She trails off - the others can guess what she's going to
say.
JULIE
Similar height and build, one with
long, curly blonde hair and one
with straight black hair?
RENEE
(nods)
Those are the two you're all
looking for, right? Danyael's
gotten word out to every rebel base
in about eight states so far.
CHRIS
This can't be a random killing -
Vivian must be carrying out some
kind of plan.
JULIE
You think?
CHRIS
(eyes her)
Question is, if Vivian is meaning
to wipe out all of these witches
and wizards, where do we find the
rest of them?
RENEE
That I can help with.
Danyael and Renee head back to the van, and Julie holds Chris
back to speak to him.
JULIE
Do you think Twist... I mean, could
she-
CHRIS
I honestly don't know. But if she
has taken a step over to the other
side, I just pray there's something
left to save when we find her.
(looks to sky)
There's not long to go before the
sun comes up. Chances are they'll
go to ground during the day, so
with a little luck we might catch
up to them before they get to the
next target.
Chris heads for the van, and from Julie's troubled expression
we cut to:
16 INT. MERCEDES - NIGHT 16
Vivian drives again as she weaves the car lazily through the
traffic. The sky overheard is starting to lighten - the sun
will be up pretty soon.
Twist sits quietly in the passenger seat, staring out through
the window. After a few moments, Vivian nudges her.
VIVIAN
What's wrong?
TWIST
Huh?
VIVIAN
You haven't said a word since we
raided that old girl's liquor
cabinet and made our classy
getaway.
TWIST
I'm fine.
VIVIAN
No, you're not.
Twist turns to her, and Vivian pats her on the knee.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
You're still having pangs of
conscience, aren't you?
TWIST
I don't know why, it just feels
like-
VIVIAN
I can tell you exactly why. You
spent too long with Chris.
TWIST
Huh?
VIVIAN
You think he's this hero, right?
Okay, so when it comes to helping
the innocent he does need a good
kick up the ass to get moving, but
at is core he's a guy who does
what's right. Is that what you
think?
Twist rubs her eyes, clearly exhausted.
TWIST
I... part of me thinks that, but
part of me isn't so sure. Things
got... well, things were starting
to get a bit more hazy.
VIVIAN
Let me tell you a few things about
good old Chris. Did you know he's
the reason I became a vampire?
TWIST
(surprised)
He is?
VIVIAN
(nods)
I was abducted by a serial killer.
This guy thought if he gutted me,
he'd be able to read message from
beyond in my red and fleshy parts.
Lucky for me Chris was on his
trail, and he swooped in to the
rescue just as Psycho Boy was about
to turn me into a Damien Hirst
exhibition.
TWIST
But I'm guessing things didn't go
to plan.
VIVIAN
You could say that. Chris was too
busy trading smartass remarks with
the guy when he should have been
kicking his ass out the window, and
so...
Vivian lifts up the bottom of her black top - and reveals a
large SCAR running across her belly. Twist grimaces.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
This is what I got. This was my
'rescue.'
TWIST
Oh, God...
VIVIAN
Next thing I know, Chris is finally
taking the guy apart and I get a
mouthful of his blood - and, of
course, the serial killer also
happened to be a vampire.
Vivian pulls the car over to the kerb as she continues
talking.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
Next thing I know, I'm waking up
tied to a chair with a hangover
from Hell and a sudden craving for
human blood.
TWIST
What did you do?
VIVIAN
I found Chris and kicked his ass.
TWIST
(grins)
That'd what I'd have done!
VIVIAN
And then I became his partner.
TWIST
What?!?
VIVIAN
True story. But it gets better.
She steps out of the car, leaving the door open as she talks
to Twist:
VIVIAN (cont'd)
Come on inside and I'll tell you
the rest.
She shuts the door and walks off, and Twist follows:
17 INT. DINER - NEXT 17
A nearly deserted coffee house, with a few late shift workers
grumpily sipping black coffee and a waitress who's too old to
be able to flirt with her customers any more.
VIVIAN
I didn't have anywhere else to go.
Chris told me about the cure he was
looking for, promised me I'd be one
of the first to get to use it when
he found it, if I agreed to help
him. So I did.
(beat)
Sounding familiar yet?
They perch on two stools at the counter as the waitress
slouches over.
WAITRESS
What'll it be?
VIVIAN
Two coffees. Black. Lots of sugar.
The waitress heads off as Vivian turns back to Twist.
TWIST
But... wait, I don't understand. I
mean, Chris never spoke about you.
Like, ever. First any of us heard
was when you ran into him in New
York a few months back, and even
then he didn't tell me for another
fee weeks. After that thing at the
strip club.
VIVIAN
Don't you see why that is?
Twist shakes her head, looking confused as all heck. Vivian
puts on a sympathetic face and rubs her arm.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
He was using you.
TWIST
He was?
VIVIAN
When things went south between us,
he dropped me like a bad smell and
never bothered to find me again. He
didn't want to apologise or try to
make up for what he'd done to me,
all he cared about was finding that
cure.
TWIST
Yeah, but...
VIVIAN
Face it, Twist. Do you honestly
think he's going to try and save
you when he finds you?
TWIST
I'm pretty sure he'll try.
VIVIAN
Do you want to be saved?
TWIST
Do I want to go back to a life of
being somebody's sidekick?
(scoffs)
Hell, no!
VIVIAN
Then you know what he'll do.
TWIST
(beat; nods)
He'll try to kill me.
VIVIAN
And when you're gone, he'll carry
on with the rest of his team. When
one of them turns on him, he'll put
them down like a rabid pet and keep
on going. There's only one person
Chris cares about - himself. I'm
just glad you've finally got me
around to help you wise up about
all this.
TWIST
(mind racing)
I never... I mean, I just never
thought about it like that before!
Vivian grins, sipping her coffee and pouring around seven
spoonfuls worth into her cup from a nearby dispenser.
VIVIAN
Of course you didn't! Sure, he'll
let you get your own way now and
then, and he'll help the odd person
in need when it suits him, but deep
down, the only thing he wants to do
is find that cure.
Twist is silent, nodding thoughtfully.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
Haven't you noticed how much more
hardline he's been since he started
getting closer to finishing that
machine of his? How the little
people stop mattering to him? How
the only missions you guys have
been taking have been ones that
directly benefit him?
TWIST
He...
Twist looks like the fog has finally lifted from her eyes as
the Waitress finally brings over their coffees.
WAITRESS
Two black coffees. Sugar's on the
counter. Anything else?
VIVIAN
Actually, yeah.
Vivian smiles at the Waitress - then LUNGES across the
counter and sinks her FANGS into her neck!
The Waitress screams as blood SPURTS from her jugular, and as
Vivian stays clamped down on her, pinning her wildly
thrashing arms, the rest of the people in the diner finally
catch on that something very wrong is happening, and with a
chorus of SHOUTS of alarm they run for the exit.
Twist recoils as Vivian drops the waitress' quivering body
down onto the counter with a THUD.
Twist stares, wide-eyed, at the fang marks in her neck, and
the fresh, hot blood oozing out of them.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
What's the matter? Don't you want
any breakfast?
TWIST
(stammers)
I-I... I didn't-
VIVIAN
Twist, Twist, Twist.
She leans in close, laying a hand on Twist's shoulder.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
You can't fight it forever. You've
made yourself go without for so
long now, I bet you can't even
remember how good it tastes when
it's fresh.
The Waitress COUGHS weakly, trying to move but finding her
strength fading.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
Go on. Make that fresh start.
Twist looks up to Vivian, then back at the Waitress, who
stares back with wide, pleading eyes.
WAITRESS
Help me... please...
Twist stares down at her as Vivian watches expectantly...
... until Twist finally LUNGES down, and with a grateful ROAR
of release buries her fangs int the Waitress' neck!
The Waitress manages to SCREAM, a shrill, high-pitched wail
that has Vivian wincing, putting her hands over her ears.
VIVIAN
Now that is a set of lungs! You go,
girl!
The Waitress tries to push Twist off, but as Twist pulls her
body in, blood running down her chin as she drinks hungrily
from her, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT TWO
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