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TEASER
FADE IN:
TITLE OVER: SIX MONTHS LATER...
1 INT. HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 1
Suburban, domesticated bliss. Soft, pastel wallpaper, framed
portraits and plenty of clutter, the kind every family builds
up by spending too long in one place.
A MAN and WOMAN enter the room - pale-skinned, both in their
thirties and looking very much in love as they head towards
the sofa.
MAN
So... that's work out of the way.
WOMAN
For you.
MAN
(grins)
Yeah, for me.
She rolls her eyes and settles down on the sofa, picking up
the remote. Her partner cosies up beside her.
MAN (cont'd)
I was thinking, you know...
WOMAN
Funny how whenever you seem to do
that, you get that 'oh' face of
yours.
MAN
My what?
She mimes the kind of face a hungry puppy would pull at
somebody with a plate full of sausages.
MAN (cont'd)
(laughs)
I do not!
She chuckles, flicking through channels.
MAN (cont'd)
So...
He strokes her arm. She raises a dry eyebrow.
MAN (cont'd)
... seeing as how Ron and the
others won't be round until nine...
He leans in and KISSES her arm. She grins, letting him
continue.
MAN (cont'd)
... hows about you and me...
He works his way up to her neck.
MAN (cont'd)
... catch up on what it is we do
best?
She turns to him, gently pushing his face away.
WOMAN
Make really bad attempts at
seduction?
He WINKS - and then LUNGES for her, the woman letting out a
playful YELP as they tussle.
The fooling around soon dies down as the couple start kissing
more hungrily, clumsily fumbling with each other's clothes.
WOMAN (cont'd)
We'd better be quick with this...
She unbuttons his shirt as fast as she can.
WOMAN (cont'd)
... because I want to look
presentable again before everyone
gets here.
MAN
Relax...
The man smiles, pulling her t-shirt up over her head.
MAN (cont'd)
... we can do it.
More smiles and more kisses, hands starting to wander down
well-remembered paths...
KA-BOOM!
The back wall of the room suddenly EXPLODES, spraying bricks
and debris over the couple!
They scramble to their feet, COUGHING and wafting away the
thick smoke...
... and the noise of a huge ENGINE revving up again tells
them that was just the first round!
BLAM! The scything yellow prow of a BULLDOZER pushes through
their walls, crumbling it to dust under its heavy treads.
Backing away in fear, the couple can only watch as the
monstrous vehicle keeps RAMMING into their house, trampling
their furniture with a CRUNCH.
Breaking, they race for the door, throwing it open and
surging out into:
2 EXT. STREET - NIGHT 2
Outside, there are more houses on either side - a lot less
upmarket than the cosy interior would suggest.
But every one is being trampled to the foundations by more
BULLDOZERS!
More people are huddled out in the street, gathering into the
middle of the circular cul-de-sac as their homes are
flattened all around.
Something BOUNCES off the floor - a SMOKE GRENADE! It quickly
sprays thick billows of WHITE SMOKE into the air, enveloping
the frightened victims.
Coughing and spluttering, the people stagger as the thick gas
disorients them...
... and the beams of a dozen FLASHLIGHTS pierce the grey
cloud - shortly followed by several red LASER SIGHTS, each
one focusing on one of the displaced people.
Wide-eyed, our original couple reach for each other and hug
tightly, standing in mute shock as FIGURES make their way
forward through the smoke.
It's a dozen SOLDIERS dressed in black, full body jumpsuits
and armour. They wear masks and helmets, and each packs an
MP5 which is trained on the couple.
MAN
What... what do you...
WOMAN
Who are you?
The soldiers don't respond, keeping their gazes and weapons
locked silently on the quaking crowd.
An EXPLOSION to the left snaps everyone round - orange fire
billows from one home as it's systematically razed to the
ground.
More BOOMS signal the same fate befalling the rest of the
tiny neighbourhood.
Fear turns to anger as the people in the street turn back to
the soldiers surrounding them. Fists clench. Eyes narrow.
And the man from the first house SNARLS at the nearest
soldier - revealing a set of VAMPIRE FANGS!
Around him, the others do the same - all blood red eyes and
gleaming white fangs, HISSING and SNARLING.
The soldiers don't budge, keeping the VAMPIRES pinned down -
but several of them suddenly SURGE forward to attack!
GUNFIRE erupts from the soldiers' weapons, sending vamps
cartwheeling to the floor.
Some reach their target, HAMMERING the soldiers down and
tearing away at their armour, even as more BULLETS thud into
their flesh.
There's a SCREAM, and our man whips round - to see his
partner has a STAKE protruding from her chest!
MAN
No!!
He leaps up - and WHAP! A STAKE is rammed into his heart by
another soldier.
In rapid succession, the remaining vamps are knocked down and
STAKED, soon leaving nothing but a scattering of corpses.
One of the soldiers paces forward, features hidden behind his
mask even as it's highlighted by a fresh GOUT of flame.
SOLDIER
(filtered)
Burn them.
Another trooper steps forward - this one carrying a
FLAMETHROWER - and he quickly ignites each vampire's body.
The soldiers turn from the flames and march away - and behind
them, the bulldozers are also retreating from the rubble.
The lead soldier turns to his comrades as the noisy
bulldozers trundle past on both sides, signalling for them to
gather round.
SOLDIER (cont'd)
Alright, that was what I like to
see. Note perfect execution, no
mistakes. You know what happens
next.
He turns, the troops at his back.
SOLDIER (cont'd)
On to the next one.
And he marches on, leading his men away.
Behind him, all that remains of this quite, isolated clump of
houses are several piles of rubble and pillars of black
smoke, FLAMES licking through the debris.
In the foreground, the vampires' burning corpses form a
macabre bonfire to frame the scene, as we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
3 INT. VAN - NIGHT 3
Rattling along in the back of what appears to be an old
delivery van are our fearless team.
CHRIS drives, LYRA riding shotgun. Lyra is HUMMING along to
the soft country music lilting from the speakers.
In the back sits DANYAEL, with TWIST curled up on a mattress
alongside him. He stares forlornly down at her until a BUMP
in the road wakes her up.
She blinks, bleary-eyed, until she focuses on Danyael, who
quickly looks away.
Twist sits up, stretching out and rubbing her eyes. She
scritches her messy hair.
TWIST
Where are we?
CHRIS
(over shoulder)
About thirty miles from where we
need to be.
TWIST
And I'm awake now? Clearly, you
boys have no concept of the term
'beauty sleep.'
She hesitates, the music reaching her at last.
TWIST (cont'd)
Is that the fricken Dixie Chicks?
LYRA
I like it.
TWIST
No, hicks like that kind of music.
Turn it off.
LYRA
No! I'm listening!
TWIST
And I've been here longer than you,
so... off.
Lyra looks toward Chris, who just chuckles, reaching forward
to change the station. Bland, 80's hair metal replaces the
country.
TWIST (cont'd)
There. See? Now that's something
everyone can enjoy.
She sits up, shaking the curls back into her hair as she
shuffles nearer the front.
Behind her, Danyael still hasn't said a word. He keeps his
head down, casting furtive glances her way.
TWIST (cont'd)
Okay. Let's assume that since I
went to sleep, all relevant
information on what we're doing and
why has drifted out of my brain.
Give me the sit rep. The skinny.
The 411. The DL.
CHRIS
Some of Danyael's friends have
asked for our help. They've been
coming under attack from armed
gangs of men backed up with
bulldozers, demolishing their
settlements all over the state.
Twist blinks, turning back towards Danyael.
TWIST
Sounds pretty major, Spook. Anybody
I'd know?
He shakes his head. She waits for a proper answer. Doesn't
get one.
TWIST (cont'd)
(turns back to Chris)
Question number two. How much
longer are we going to keep using
this stupid van?
CHRIS
Until we find something better.
TWIST
Chris, the rust has its own rust in
this thing. We went over a
speedbump and I swear I saw straw
come outta the dashboard.
LYRA
I like the way it smells. Fruity.
Like a market stall.
TWIST
Yeah, well, we've established that
you're a woman of spectacularly
poor taste already, Little Miss Yee
Haw, so zip it.
Chris shoots Twist a glare, but it bounces off her.
CHRIS
You know, just because we rescued
you again doesn't mean you have the
right to speak to us like we're
idiots.
TWIST
("hellooo")
You rescued me from Hell. That's
the kind of thing an idiot'd do.
Lyra chuckles at that, and Twist shuffles back into the body
of the van as Chris drives on.
She flops back onto the mattress with a SIGH, sitting back up
and rifling through her things.
She peers slowly over her shoulder - and catches Danyael
watching her again. He quickly looks away.
With a GRUNT, Twist shuffles closer to him. Danyael seems to
physically shrink away from her presence.
TWIST (cont'd)
Alright - what?
DANYAEL
What?
TWIST
Out with it.
DANYAEL
I've got nothing to say.
TWIST
Yeah, you do. Come on.
Danyael opens his mouth - then shuts it and turns away.
DANYAEL
Doesn't matter.
TWIST
Would I ask if it didn't matter?
DANYAEL
Yeah, actually. You would.
TWIST
(beat)
Valid point. But still...
She PUNCHES him lightly on the arm.
TWIST (cont'd)
... I'm waiting to hear it.
Danyael peers towards the cabin, but Chris and Lyra are
talking. It's safe to speak.
DANYAEL
(leans closer)
How much longer?
TWIST
Until what?
DANYAEL
Until you tell them what happened?
Twist SIGHS, lowering her head.
TWIST
Danyael...
DANYAEL
(shakes head)
No. Don't. Don't 'Danyael...' me.
TWIST
You know why.
DANYAEL
Do I? 'Cause I've spent the last
six damn months tryin' to figure
this out, and so far all I've got
is this.
He closes and opens his hand towards her - as in 'nothing.'
DANYAEL (cont'd)
So you tell me what the hell's
going on.
TWIST
We... had a thing.
DANYAEL
A 'thing.'
TWIST
Yeah. One of them. And it was fun.
And it was what we both needed.
(beat)
But that's all it was.
DANYAEL
To you.
She narrows her eyes, looking sideways at him.
TWIST
I told you that's all it was. You
knew what was going on.
DANYAEL
Okay, if you want to think that, go
right ahead. That's fine.
TWIST
Well... what the hell do you want
me to say? Spook, we both know I
was never going to...
She trails off. He glares at her, waiting for his reply.
TWIST (cont'd)
Look. It was just something we did
because we're friends and we're
cool, and I trust you. But that's
all it was. And you know why.
DANYAEL
(scoffs)
Your usual excuse, yeah, I got it.
TWIST
(scowls)
You call what happened to Diego an
'excuse'? I'd call it pretty God
damn solid evidence!
DANYAEL
That's not what I -
TWIST
(fired up)
And you know what? Maybe it was a
mistake. Maybe I was wrong to trust
you. I shoulda known you'd get...
DANYAEL
What? Attached? Clingy? Upset?
TWIST
Hurt.
That shuts him up. Danyael eases off, and Twist chews her lip
with a guilty expression.
TWIST (cont'd)
I shouldn't have done it, and I'm
sorry. I shoulda known it'd make
things weird.
Danyael is quiet for a long moment.
TWIST (cont'd)
Spook?
DANYAEL
Shouldn't have taken you six months
to say that.
He rises and heads past her, propping himself behind the
seats in the cabin.
Twist looks after him, her heart feeling heavy in her chest.
She lets out a long SIGH as we:
DISSOLVE TO:
4 EXT. STREET - NIGHT 4
The rickety van rolls into frame and stops with a BANG from
its misfiring engine.
The team disembark, surveying the wreckage of the scene
around them.
The smouldering remains of the bulldozed homes remain in
their half-circle, with other derelict properties, dark
warehouses and open, empty land surrounding them.
TWIST
Homely. The same way that, I dunno,
Baghdad might make for an excellent
timeshare spot.
CHRIS
Danyael, what happened here?
Danyael is heading for the ruins, concern etched into his
features.
DANYAEL
I don't know.
He takes his cell phone from his pocket, dialling a number
and pressing it to his ear.
There's no response, and he rejoins the team, checking for
any messages.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
Okay, I got a call two days ago
from my friend Shelley telling me
about the hits on rebel vamp homes
and hideouts, and now this...
Chris glances round and notices Lyra has moved away - she's
standing in the middle of the street, facing away.
CHRIS
Danyael, call everyone you can.
Maybe one of your other contacts in
the area can tell us who did this,
and what happened to your friends.
TWIST (O.S.)
I can answer that one.
They look over - Twist is crouched by several mounds of ASH.
She sifts one through her fingers.
TWIST (cont'd)
This is vamp dust. The guys and
gals who used to live here were all
burned out here.
DANYAEL
So whoever did this either dragged
them out of their homes first, or
started the fires and waited for
them to get out...
CHRIS
Either way, I don't think that's
the kind of behaviour we can stand
for.
Danyael tries another number as Chris heads over to Lyra.
CHRIS (cont'd)
What is it?
She has her eyes closed, hands dancing through the air as
though playing an invisible instrument.
LYRA
Something... something familiar.
Just traces, fragments, but...
She opens her eyes, kneeling and placing a hand against the
asphalt. Chris crouches beside her.
LYRA (cont'd)
Not up here - down there.
CHRIS
You're sensing something underneath
the street?
LYRA
(nods)
I've felt it before, I just don't
know when.
(grimaces)
Sharp. Metallic.
Chris stands, scanning the smooth tarmac around them.
CHRIS
If something's hiding, we'd better
check, hadn't we?
He rubs his hands together, stretching out one palm and
tracing symbols across it with his other hand.
CHRIS (cont'd)
Forcasa vertiphon shau'be...
His palm GLOWS, the symbols fading - and appearing, much
larger, on the ground before him.
Twist wanders over to join them, glancing back to Danyael -
who is still trying to reach anyone over the phone.
CHRIS (cont'd)
Fyuti pae veronex... chuma!
The symbol on the floor FLARES with bright light and then
SPLINTERS, little wisps of light shooting out in all
directions.
TWIST
Yow!
She hops aside as one spark streaks past her feet, watching
as it and the others dart and snake across the ground.
One stops and GLOWS brightly, the others drawn towards it
until the symbol has reformed, PULSING.
TWIST (cont'd)
Not bad. Secret-door-finder spell?
CHRIS
More or less.
(calls over)
Danyael, over here.
The team reconvene as they reach the place where the glowing
symbol waits.
DANYAEL
What is it? Is something down
there?
CHRIS
Lyra seems to think so, so let's
find out.
He kneels above the symbol, palm raised - and then SLAPS his
hand down against it.
There's a muffled BOOM and the asphalt shudders, CRACKS
appearing in the tarmac.
Chris steps back as the cracks widen, the tarmac falling away
- to reveal a METAL HATCH about six feet down! It sits at the
bottom of a man-made tunnel through the rock.
TWIST
Wait, wait. I saw this show. The
numbers are bad.
Ignoring her, Chris peers down towards the hatch - it appears
to be an entrance into a larger tunnel of some kind.
He looks up to Danyael, and with a nod the two of them hop
down into the hole, either side of the hatch.
LYRA
Be careful. Whatever's down
there... it isn't something we
should underestimate.
Taking half of the hatch's circular handle each, Chris and
Danyael PULL, turning the handle with a loud CREAK.
After a few turns, there's a CLICK, and Chris looks up to
Twist and Lyra before he HEAVES the hatch open.
The hatch leads down a LADDER into a long, plain CORRIDOR,
with flickering neon lights and the DRIP of water.
Chris starts to lean forward, but Lyra GRABS his arm. She's
frowning, her tight grip telling Chris that danger lies
ahead.
CHRIS
Everyone grab your weapons.
The others return to the van, and as Chris stares into the
tunnel we CUT TO:
5 INT. TUNNEL - NEXT 5
Chris is the first to enter, jumping off the last few steps
of the ladder to land silently on the floor.
Twist, Danyael and Lyra follow, the team now armed (except
for Lyra) as they scan down both directions.
TWIST
Okay. So. To recap. Somebody
trashed a vamp settlement and built
a tunnel into the ground underneath
it. Did I miss anything?
CHRIS
Not so far.
TWIST
Right. Just wanted to make sure
that it was as weird as it sounded
in my head.
The team advance cautiously, Danyael watching the back as
Lyra hugs close to Chris.
They turn round a bend and reach a larger CHAMBER, with more
tunnels reaching off from that.
DOORS are set into the wall, with SIGNS next to each and by
the various tunnel entrances.
Twist notices one next to the tunnel they just left, reading
aloud:
TWIST (cont'd)
'Section UMZ-B4.' Is this, like, a
power company thing?
Chris walks into the middle of the chamber, looking down at
the floor.
CHRIS
Power companies don't have warding
circles.
Sure enough, the chamber floor is dominated by a massive
MAGIC CIRCLE, painted in black.
DANYAEL
Make that two.
He points up - a second MAGIC CIRCLE covers the ceiling.
Chris squints, studying the markings.
CHRIS
It's a combination of a few things.
Cloaking, protection and...
LYRA
No magic.
Chris glances at her, then extends a hand, concentrating as
he stares at his hand.
Nothing happens. With a thoughtful look, he lowers his hand -
and draws his KATANA.
CHRIS
Keep an eye out, everyone. We're
dealing with professionals.
They start forward again - but as Twist passes a panel in the
wall, an ALARM starts to ring!
TWIST
Ack! What? What?
DANYAEL
What did you do?
TWIST
Nothing! I didn't do anything!
KLAXONS wail out, painfully loud, as RED LIGHTS click on and
bathe the scene in scarlet. The team move back-to-back.
CHRIS
We must have tripped some kind of
silent alarm!
TWIST
(hands over ears)
This is silent?
LYRA
We should go.
CHRIS
Not yet! We need to at least know
who's down here.
VOICE
(filtered; over speakers)
Attention. Hostile entities
detected in section UMZ-B4. All
available units, please contain and
engage.
TWIST
Hey! Who're you callin' hostile?
LYRA
Someone's coming...
The sound of RUNNING FEET echoes down towards them, and the
team turn to the tunnel entrances.
CHRIS
Can you tell who?
She shakes her head. Chris takes up an offensive stance,
Danyael and Twist either side.
CHRIS (cont'd)
Alright, then. Let's show them how
hostile we can be...
The team wait - and moments later, several teams of the black
clad SOLDIERS pour out of the tunnels!
Surprised, Chris' team are quickly surrounded by the armed
men, who cut off every exit and take aim with professional,
fluid ease.
Twist looks around as several LASER SIGHTS find her - some
over her heart, others her head.
TWIST
O-kay... I'm thinking we might not
quite be hostile enough...
Chris fixes the nearest soldiers with a grim stare as we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT ONE
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