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TEASER
FADE IN:
1 EXT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT 1
TITLE OVER - Shadow Haven, 2:14 a.m.
A run down warehouse in a run down part of town. Moonlight
shows up the surrounding area, for what it's worth - burned
out, abandoned buildings and flickering street lighting.
Lights are on in the top floor of the warehouse, and there
are figures moving around inside as we cut to:
2 INT. WAREHOUSE - TOP FLOOR - NEXT 2
The top floor has been converted into a kind of office - a
desk sits next to a row of mismatched (and probably stolen)
filing cabinets.
There are two figures pacing up and down the floor, while a
third sits casually at the desk, lazily smoking a cigarette
through a long holder.
The two pacing figures, CUSANO and BENNETT are men in their
thirties, scruffily dressed and unshaven, looking pretty
agitated. They're a contrast to the third person, PARSONS, a
strikingly beautiful blonde woman with pale skin and long,
smooth legs, currently propped up on the edge of the desk.
And by their blood red eyes and fangs, it's also clear that
all three of them are VAMPIRES.
CUSANO
They should have been here by now!
PARSONS
Will you stop whining? All you've
managed to do since we got here is
wear a rut into that floor!
BENNETT
(snarls)
I don't see you doing anything to
help find them!
PARSONS
Challis and Pearce can take care of
themselves. And if they can't,
well...
(grins)
That just means more for us.
Bennett scowls at the woman, but she smiles sweetly at him,
swinging her legs off the table and standing, heading over to
a fragmented window overlooking the city beyond.
PARSONS (cont'd)
But you're right, they should have
been here by now. I just hope they
didn't run into those damn
vigilantes again.
CUSANO
They've cost us thousands this last
year, busting up our business and-
PARSONS
There's no need to give me a
history lesson, Cusano. I'm well
aware of the situation.
She sucks thoughtfully on the cigarette as we cut to:
3 INT. WAREHOUSE - GROUND FLOOR - NEXT 3
Unseen by the trio high above, a group of figures are
scurrying through the darkness, using the shadows for cover
as they make their way to the staircase leading to the top.
Gesturing silently to each other, they're clearly a well
oiled team, advancing with military precision.
PARSONS (O.S.)
Only that crazy reverend and his
crew'd be stupid enough to try and
stop us now.
BENNETT (O.S.)
That won't stop 'em trying.
PARSONS (O.S.)
(snaps)
And again, didn't need telling
that! What is the matter with you
two tonight? One drop goes bad and
you both turn into walking cliches
of obvious statements!
BENNETT (O.S.)
Yeah, well, when they've got your
head on a spire back at their
church, then we'll see who was
right to worry about them!
The first two members of the team below reach the foot of the
stairs - a bearded man in his forties and a young, spiky
haired twenty-five year old. This is KANE and TRACY. They're
both armed - Kane has a shotgun and Tracy wields a bulky
silver revolver.
Kane motions back to the other two figures before he and
Tracy slowly and carefully head up the stairs.
4 INT. WAREHOUSE - TOP FLOOR - CONTINUOUS 4
None of the vamps have noticed Kane and Tracy reaching the
top floor, their weapons ready, as Parsons clucks her tongue
irritatedly and gets out her cell phone.
PARSONS
Alright, I'm going to call those
useless goons and find out what
they're-
TRACY
Sorry, but you might have a problem
with that.
She spins round - and Tracy FIRES, his bullet DETONATING the
phone in Parson's face. She SHRIEKS, staggering backwards.
TRACY (cont'd)
I hear reception can be a bitch
round here.
CUSANO
It's them! Get the-
BOOM! Kane's shotgun fires - and a huge STAKE punches clean
through Cusano's heart!
The vampire has enough time to register a look of surprise,
before dropping to his knees and out of the fight.
Bennett LEAPS through the air with a ROAR of anger, tackling
Tracy as Kane races over to the downed Parsons.
KANE
I'd advise you not to try anything.
He keeps his shotgun squared at her as she recovers,
clutching her blistered face.
Behind them, Tracy and Bennett's fight sends them both
CLATTERING back down the stairs, Tracy catching his ankle on
the way down and shouting in pain. Bennett looms over him
with a sneer, ready to finish the job.
BENNETT
I've been looking forward to taking
out one of you punks!
PAYTON (O.S.)
Glad to let you down.
Bennett turns - and with a terrifically loud BOOM he's
blasted off his feet, sailing out across the warehouse floor
and landing with a CRASH far below.
PAYTON steps into frame to help Tracy up - he's a clean cut,
suave businessman type who looks a little out of place
carrying an assault rifle with a shotgun slung beneath the
barrel!
PAYTON (cont'd)
Are you alright?
TRACY
I think I twisted my ankle pretty
good, but yeah... where's Daria?
PAYTON
Taking care of business.
Tracy turns to look out across the warehouse floor, at:
5 INT. WAREHOUSE - GROUND FLOOR - NEXT 5
Bennett is yelling and frantically scrabbling at his chest,
tearing his shirt to reveal a chunk of SILVER embedded in his
chest.
Steam rises from it as he claws at the fragment, trying to
pull it out, but as a shadow looms over him, he looks slowly
up at...
DARIA. She's young, only about nineteen, and pretty with it,
boasting auburn hair and curves, but the STAKE in her hand is
anything but inviting!
DARIA
This is for my sister.
WHAM! She rams the stake into Bennett's chest, and with an
agonised SCREAM, he convulses and falls still, dead at last.
PAYTON
(shouts from stairs)
Wasn't the last one for your sister
too?
Daria turns to him and shrugs, grinning.
DARIA
They don't need to know she's not
dead. And besides, until I think of
something cooler to say, it'll do
for me!
Payton grins, and as he helps the injured Tracy down the
stairs, we cut to:
6 EXT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT 6
Watching from some way across the street, Kane steps out of
the warehouse and heads towards a beaten up old grey van,
dragging the securely bound Parsons after him.
Payton and Tracy are next, Tracy limping towards the van and
getting inside, and last out is Daria, her eyes sweeping the
neighbourhood before she hops in.
As the van starts and pulls away, we pull back to find
ourselves looking out through a car windshield, and two
familiar faces watching the scene - TWIST and VIVIAN.
Vivian's expression is cold as she watches the van turn round
and drive away, and Twist registers the fierceness of it.
TWIST
So... who are these people?
VIVIAN
Oh, we go way back. I've got some
business I need to settle with
them.
(turns to Twist)
They also have something I want,
and I figured having you around was
the best chance I'm going to get to
finally take back what's mine.
TWIST
Okay, whatever. Just promise me
there'll be plenty of chances to
get my smackdown on, I'm having
severe pain withdrawal symptoms
here.
VIVIAN
There'll be plenty of that.
Vivian lights up a cigarette, takes a drag and passes it to
Twist.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
You ready to be a bad girl at last?
TWIST
(nods; smiles)
I'm ready.
Vivian grins back, and we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
7 INT. BLACK VAN - MORNING 7
DANYAEL sits in the passenger seat, going over a map covered
with lines, arrows and circles, as the driver's door opens
and CHRIS clambers inside.
DANYAEL
Well?
CHRIS
Still nothing.
DANYAEL
So now what do we do?
CHRIS
We move on. Keep looking.
DANYAEL
'Move on'? Chris, we've been one
step behind them ever since we left
Indiana! How is doing the same
thing over and over again going to
make things any different?
CHRIS
You have to have a little faith,
Danyael.
DANYAEL
'Faith'? Screw that! We need
results here, man!
CHRIS
(tetchy)
I don't know what else to tell you!
I'm trying every kind of locator
spell I can, you're calling up
every contact you ever met at some
bar while you were both off your
trolleys on cheap tequila, but none
of it's doing anything! If you have
a better plan than a steady,
methodical search then I'd love to
hear it!
DANYAEL
What about that Diego guy? We seem
to have inherited him after he
almost bled to death on our watch,
doesn't he have anybody we can ask
for help?
CHRIS
Diego's lucky to be alive. He's in
no fit state to do anything.
Danyael shuts up at this - and at the memory of seeing Twist
almost kill the flamboyant bounty hunter in front of him.
CHRIS (cont'd)
We should get back to Julie and
check on him. It's been five hours,
his condition may have improved.
DANYAEL
And in the meantime, Twist gets
further away from us.
CHRIS
Don't you think I know that?
DANYAEL
Don't you want to find her?
CHRIS
What the hell kind of a question is
that? Of course I do! What makes
you think I don't?
DANYAEL
I'm just noticing your plan seems
to be moving from 'capture and
cure' to 'neutralise.'
CHRIS
(beat)
I don't know what you're talking
about.
Danyael points into the back of the van, revealing a large
stockpile of magical artefacts, spell books and ingredients.
DANYAEL
I'm not stupid, Chris. I know what
some of this stuff you've been
picking up is for. I've been with
you long enough to spot the
ingredients for fire spells when I
see them, and those three little
vials of holy water? Are they for
making a toast when we catch her?
Danyael leans across, getting in Chris' face.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
You don't think we can save her, do
you? You think we're gonna have to
kill her!
Chris turns very slowly to face Danyael, clearly trying to
keep his temper in check.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
Why have you given up on her?
CHRIS
I haven't.
DANYAEL
Oh, so I'm supposed to think that
all of this stuff is for Vivian?
CHRIS
It's...
(lowers head)
Danyael, drop it.
DANYAEL
No! You're talking about killing
Twist, man! Our Twist! You think
she'd give up on us this easy? You
think she'd-
CHRIS
Did you see the look in her eyes
when she speared Diego to the
ground?
That stops Danyael. He's quiet as Chris continues.
CHRIS (cont'd)
She enjoyed it. I don't think she
wanted to kill him so much as cause
him pain. That's not the Twist you
and I know.
(starts the van)
If Vivian's succeeding in turning
her against us, then we have to
prepare for the possibility that
she can't be saved...
(beat)
... and that we'll have to
eliminate her.
Danyael sags back in his seat, the grim reality starting to
sink in as Chris backs the van onto a nearby road and starts
to drive away.
8 INT. APARTMENT - BEDROOM - MORNING 8
JULIE walks into frame, looking tired and pale, her hair in a
loose ponytail. She has a set of fresh medical supplies in
her arms - bandages and painkillers - and as she approaches
the bed of the plain, low rent apartment, she looks down on
the figure lying across it.
DIEGO, his shirt off and his belly heavily strapped with
bandages, sleeps peacefully, his coat and weapons piled on a
chair next to the bed.
Julie sits by the bed, wiping her brow - it doesn't look like
she had much chance to sleep while Diego still needed medical
attention - and she unwraps the edge of his bandages to check
his wounds.
Chris enters the room as she studies the sword wound in his
belly - it's stitched shut but still looks pretty nasty.
CHRIS
How is he?
Julie looks round, graciously accepting a cup of hot coffee
from Chris.
JULIE
Stable. He's pumped full of
morphine so he'll be under for a
few hours yet.
CHRIS
Will he be mobile once he's patched
up?
JULIE
Slow, but mobile. Anyway, we can
just strap him into the van until
we work out what to do with him,
right?
Chris nods, heading to the window and looking out.
JULIE (cont'd)
Any luck this morning?
Chris shakes his head, and Julie glumly sips her coffee.
JULIE (cont'd)
The trail's still cold, isn't it?
CHRIS
I haven't even sensed her in days.
She could quite literally be
anywhere right now.
JULIE
Have you told Danyael?
CHRIS
I can't. He's not handling things
particularly well as it is, if I
tell him we've lost Twist's trail I
think he'll crack up.
JULIE
You can't keep that from him, he
deserves to know what's going on!
CHRIS
I'm afraid truth is something that
should only be told when a person
is ready to accept it. And right
now...
He turns away from the window, heading for the door.
CHRIS (cont'd)
... he isn't.
Julie throws him a dark look as Chris exits, into:
9 INT. APARTMENT - LOUNGE - CONTINUOUS 9
Danyael is sitting in the middle of the sparsely-furnished
lounge, an array of maps spread out in front of him. He's
listening to his personal CD player, tracing lines across the
maps and marking out locations.
Chris watches him for a few beats before crouching next to
him, tapping his shoulder for attention. Danyael takes his
headphones off and turns to Chris.
CHRIS
I take it you believe this'll work?
DANYAEL
One thing I know about Twist, she
likes to be where the action is. If
helping people isn't what she wants
to do, she'll be going to danger
hot spots. Places where the wrong
kinds of vampires like to hang out.
Danyael taps his pen on a series of cities and towns marked
with red circles.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
Knowing where a lot of those places
are means we can start trying to
second guess her. If the last place
we knew she stopped was here...
He points to one location marked with a star.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
... then my guess is that she'll
try one of these three places next.
Chris studies the map, frowning as he focuses on one city.
CHRIS
That's Shadow Haven.
DANYAEL
Uh, yeah. Why? Is that someplace I
should know about?
CHRIS
You could say that. The locals call
it the 'City of Lost Angels,' a
place where good men go to die when
their souls have run dry. And,
naturally, there's a vampire order
operating out of there, calling
themselves 'The Omega.' I've had a
few run-ins with them in the past,
and they're a pretty mean bunch.
DANYAEL
As opposed to...
CHRIS
They're very well organised, in
particular. Lots of money and
resources. If more groups of trads
started following their example,
we'd all be in a lot of trouble.
DANYAEL
Okay, point taken - but what does
this have to do with looking for
Twist?
CHRIS
This is more about finding Vivian.
She and I spent some time there a
few years ago, but after we parted
ways I know she went back there,
looking to settle a score.
DANYAEL
(catching up)
And I'm guessing the score remains
unsettled?
CHRIS
It most certainly does. That's
where we need to be.
DANYAEL
Woah, back up, Confidence Guy. So
Vivian has a beef with somebody in
this Shadow Haven place - how do we
know that's where she'll be
heading? I mean, she could just as
easily go to, say, Columbus.
I know for a fact that there's this
group of trads there who-
CHRIS
Danyael, I don't mean this to sound
condescending, but I know Twist and
Vivian a lot better than you do,
and I'm positive that Shadow Haven
is where they'll be headed.
Chris turns and sweeps back into the bedroom.
DANYAEL
(moodily)
You're the boss...
Danyael turns back to the map, and as we focus on the
location of Shadow Haven, we DISSOLVE to:
10 EXT. SHADOW HAVEN - STREET - NIGHT 10
The van drives down a rainswept main road, past a large sign
reading' Welcome To Shadow Haven.'
The city is a bustling metropolis, with high rise office
towers and apartment blocks competing for space on the
skyline.
11 INT. BLACK VAN - NEXT 11
Danyael rides shotgun, as Julie sits with the still sleeping
Diego in the back, Diego strapped tightly into a hammock
hanging from the van's ceiling.
CHRIS
I'm not sure if he's still active,
but back when I encountered
Reverend Kane Grayson, he was a man
of extraordinary strength and
willpower. He'd been waging a
single-handed war against the
forces of the Omega for several
years, and they'd never even come
close to taking him down.
DANYAEL
So how come you think Vivian wants
to kill him?
Chris looks at Danyael, his expression hinting that this is a
long story he'd rather not go into just yet.
JULIE
As long as he can get us somewhere
with plenty of fresh medical
supplies, I don't care if he's the
guy who invented the A-bomb.
DANYAEL
How's our Hispanic hitman doing?
JULIE
Well... that's the thing. He's
actually healing up pretty fast - a
lot faster than, say... a human.
Chris and Julie swap glances at this.
JULIE (cont'd)
I'm open to suggestions.
CHRIS
He's certainly not a vampire, that
much I can tell you.
JULIE
Whatever he is, he's as tough as a
vampire and heals up like one, and
I for one would rather we have him
somewhere more secure when he
finally wakes up, just in case he
decides we're 'in his way' again.
CHRIS
Don't worry. I'm sure Kane has
somewhere we can keep him.
Danyael raises an eyebrow, and we cut to:
12 EXT. SHADOW HAVEN NON DENOMINATIONAL CHURCH - NIGHT 12
A dark, angular church surrounded by equally unwelcoming
looking building, the heavy rain and flashes of lightning
only furthering its Gothic image.
Chris's van pulls to a stop outside, and Chris and Danyael
hop out and jog up to the front doors.
13 INT. CHURCH - NEXT 13
Chris' KNOCKING echoes around the church hall as Kane walks
down the aisle towards the doors. He opens the door, reacting
with surprise at the thoroughly sodden Chris standing before
him. Chris manages a smile.
CHRIS
Hello again, reverend.
Kane blinks - them embraces Chris warmly, shaking his hand.
KANE
Hello, Christopher. It's good to
see you again.
CHRIS
I'm afraid I'm not the bearer of
good news - and I have wounded with
me who need somewhere to rest.
KANE
Bring them in. My doors are always
open to fellow crusaders.
Chris nods to Danyael, and as he dashes back over to the van,
we cut to:
14 INT. CHURCH - KANE'S OFFICE - NEXT 14
Chris is hanging up his coat and shaking the rain out of his
hair as Kane steps in, a mug of coffee in his hand.
KANE
I'm afraid the weather hasn't
changed since you were last here.
CHRIS
I'm not one for sunny places.
KANE
But more so than your pale friend
out there.
CHRIS
Danyael? Yes, he's a vampire. Don't
worry, he's one of the better ones.
KANE
(smirks)
Like yourself?
CHRIS
That depends on who you ask.
KANE
And the woman?
CHRIS
That's Dr. Julie Kingston. She's an
old friend of mine. The chap with
the stomach wound is someone we're
less familiar with, however.
KANE
I'm sure you can fill me in later.
Kane turns away from Chris and heads for his desk.
KANE (cont'd)
So what does bring you back to
Shadow Haven?
CHRIS
(beat)
Vivian Taylor.
Kane freezes, slowly turning back to Chris.
CHRIS (cont'd)
I think she may be on her way here.
I hope I'm wrong... but I also hope
I'm right.
KANE
I don't understand.
CHRIS
Vivian's got hold of my partner,
Twist, and... Twist's under some
kind of enchantment. She doesn't
know who she is, and I fear
Vivian's busy brainwashing her into
playing for the wrong team.
Kane sits, his expression grave as he clasps his hands
together, deep in thought.
KANE
Are you looking to save her or kill
her?
CHRIS
Who?
KANE
Your partner, Twist - but the
question also applies to Vivian.
CHRIS
Vivian made her decision a long
time ago. She's way past saving.
Twist... I hope there's still time.
KANE
(nods)
I'll call in the others.
CHRIS
(raises eyebrow)
You have 'others' now?
KANE
(grins)
Not everything's the same as when
you left, old friend.
Chris grins, as we cut to:
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