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25 EXT. ALLEY - NEXT 25
The alley is dimly lit and only the sound of rustling paper
can be heard. The Knulcarn's body is still.
Mikey can be heard off-screen, but Danyael is approaching the
body of the nonhuman cautiously.
Suddenly a pair of bright LIGHTS flash on Danyael. He raises
his hand to shield his eyes, as a BLACK VAN drives up the
alley from the other direction.
It stops, and two FIGURES dressed completely in BLACK step
out.
They turn towards Danyael for a beat, before grabbing the
nonhuman and carrying him away.
DANYAEL
Hey! Who are you guys?
(dawning fear)
You're... not Parker's men?
He backs up as the Figures dump the Knulcarn's body in the
back and turn to look at him.
Nothing can be discerned about their features. It's as if
they are cut from darkness itself.
FIGURE #1
(gravelly voice)
Just turn around and walk away,
Norton.
FIGURE #2
Go home and lock all your doors.
Wait this out.
They get back into the van and reverse out of the alley
before disappearing completely.
Danyael stops for a beat before turning around. He sees Mikey
dead at the alley's entrance - but not before a similar BLACK
VAN stops outside and two more BLACK FIGURES grab his body,
hauling it into the van.
DANYAEL
Hey!
Danyael starts to run towards them, but the van speeds off
before he can reach it.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
Mikey!
He watches the van tear round a corner - and sees a couple
more just like it tearing by on other intersections.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
Okay... what the hell is going on?
NAOMI (O.S.)
Wouldn't you like to know...
Danyael tenses up he slowly turns around.
NAOMI stares back at him, a sneering smile across her face.
The gash across her throat is still visible.
She closes her eyes briefly before opening them again, her
eyes BLOOD RED.
NAOMI (cont'd)
You killed me, Danny. There's no
turning back from the darkness
within you now...
She HISSES as she RUNS at him, her image FLICKERING as
before. Danyael raises his hands to his face, screaming
uncontrollably.
SMASH CUT TO:
26 EXT. CITY STREETS - NEXT 26
Lyra stumbling along a sidewalk. One hand traces along the
wall, while the other is groping out in front of her.
LYRA
(rambling)
Got to get away from the lab. Got
to get away from him. Got to stop
him cutting me up and making more
of those monsters...
A WOMAN who is cleaning the steps of her shop notices Lyra
stumbling towards her.
WOMAN
Honey, are you alright? You seem a
little lost.
Lyra shambles towards the woman's voice. She grabs her shirt.
LYRA
(frantic)
You have to run and hide! They're
coming. They're coming to kill us
all!
The woman, a little freaked, slowly removes Lyra's hands off
her. She waves her hand in front of Lyra's face, not getting
any reaction.
WOMAN
Oh, poor thing. You can't see?
Where's your guide dog, or walking
cane? Were you attacked?
Lyra steps back, shaking her head.
LYRA
My whole life, I've been attacked.
Didn't live up to his
expectations...
(beat)
Got to get away from him.
The woman is a little concerned now. She removes a cell phone
and is about to call 911.
WOMAN
Listen, honey. No one is going to
hurt you. We'll make sure this man
never hurts you ever again.
Lyra giggles, placing her hand to her mouth.
LYRA
You can't stop him. He'll take us
all and cut us up into little
bits... chop, chop, chop!
The woman is more than freaked right now. She slowly steps
inside, grabbing the door, before SLAMMING it shut.
Lyra lifts her head in the air before looking down the street
once more.
LYRA (cont'd)
(tilts head)
Now who's that?
She stumbles off-screen. PAN BACK to the woman who is
dialling her cell and talking quickly into it. She cranes her
head to see the disappearing Lyra.
FOLLOW Lyra as she continues talking nonsense, oblivious to
anyone near her.
A GANG of TRADS watch her and begin to stalk their next
potential meal.
Lyra is still walking before she stops and sniffs the air
again.
The GANG LEADER walks up to her as the others surround her,
cutting off any escape.
TRAD GANG LEADER
Whatcha sniffing at, sweetheart?
You smell something good?
The leader SNIFFS Lyra slowly and obviously.
TRAD GANG LEADER (cont'd)
'Cause I know I sure do...
LYRA
(rolls eyes)
That's the best you could come up
with?
The gang leader turns to silence JEERS from his fellow
members. He approaches Lyra and waves his hand in front of
her, not seeing a reaction. He grins.
TRAD GANG LEADER
We know how this is going to end.
Things have been going a little
strange round here, but that don't
mean we can't have a little fun
while we're at it.
(beat)
Hey boys! She's blind! She isn't
even going to know what hit her!
Lyra however has closed her eyes, and starts to HUM a slow
melody.
TRAD GANG MEMBER #1
Hey Randy! She's singing a love
song for you!
RANDY rolls his eyes, before he notices the others starting
to BLEED from their noses. He wipes his nose and sees BLOOD
on his fingers.
Lyra's song starts to grow in pitch. All around, the nearby
windows start to RATTLE in their frames.
The trads grip the sides of their heads and slowly begin to
turn towards each other, a glazed look in their eyes.
They then begin to turn on each other, as Lyra continues
singing. Fists, fangs and claws fly as the trads collapse
into one huge tussle.
Lyra's eyes open as she faces the gang leader - Randy.
LYRA
You're not taking me back. Not ever
again. You can't tell me what to do
any more!
Randy falls to his knees, hands trying to staunch the BLOOD
drooling from every part of him.
LYRA (cont'd)
(dangerous)
I can kill you without even
touching you. You should know.
After all, this is what you made me
into, isn't it?
Randy starts SCREAMING in pain, as the others all begin to
roll around on the sidewalk as well.
Lyra finally SCREAMS out loud, the windows in the shops and
cars nearby SHATTERING into a thousand pieces.
As CAR ALARMS starts blaring all around, Lyra lowers her
voice, walking calmly away from the scene.
PAN DOWN to see what's left of the trads splattered across
the street beneath her. Lyra smiles to herself as she exits.
She doesn't pick up on the BLACK VAN that rolls into frame at
the other end of the street, and we CUT TO:
27 EXT. CITY STREETS - NEXT 27
As more VAMPIRES and other creatures of the night stagger
around the streets, either ATTACKING passer-by or just raving
to themselves, the sense of panic in the city is rising.
Through all of this comes Vivian, walking slowly and
carefully. Head down, fists clenched.
VIVIAN
(low; to herself)
Couldn't stop him... never did
enough... was never gonna be able
to do enough...
She continues walking until she stops near a man on the
telephone. He turns when he realises she's staring at him.
MAN
(Scottish accent)
Y'have a problem, there lassie?
Vivian blinks - before her face contorts into a SNARL,
vampire FANGS out as she HAULS the man out of the booth and
SLAMS him onto the ground!
VIVIAN
Murderer! This is all your fault!
All of this!
MAN
(terrified)
Get off me! What's the matter with
you?
He struggles, managing to pry Vivian's hands from his jacket
as he slips it off himself.
VIVIAN
You think you can get away with
this? I'm gonna bring you down! You
hear me?
The man scrambles to his feet, turning and running for his
life. Vivian rises, yelling after him:
VIVIAN (cont'd)
You better run! When I find you,
I'm going to cut you into pieces so
little, they'll need a new name for
how small they are!
Oblivious to the people watching her, she stumbles onwards,
onlookers parting as she zig-zags through them.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
My fault. All my fault. I have to
fix this somehow...
VOICE (O.S.)
Psst! Hey, c'mere. I've got
something to show you...
Vivian stops near a darkened walkway between two shop fronts.
She cocks her head, not seeing anything in the darkness.
VOICE (O.S.) (cont'd)
That's right. Down here. I've got
all the answers you need.
Without a second thought, Vivian strides down the walkway, as
we CUT TO:
28 EXT. CITY STREETS - NEXT 28
Chris looks up into the night sky, breathless, leaning
against a wall for support.
He hears a faint SCREECHING in the distance and he raises his
fist - but it's still empty.
He sees two vamps fighting one another, before they succumb
to each others attacks in a spray of BLOOD.
Again a BLACK VAN pulls up to them, and the mysterious
FIGURES file out and grab the bodies of the dead vamps.
Chris frowns, stumbling forward even as his vision swims,
calling out:
CHRIS
Hey! Who are you?
The figures turn towards him. One of them gets back into the
van, while the other stands outside.
FIGURE
Doing what must be done. Doing what
we've always done.
CHRIS
What? You can't just take dead
bodies off the streets unless
you're... unless...
(beat)
Oh. I know who you are...
FIGURE
I suggest you watch go home, some
TV. Forget all about this.
(beat)
Mr. Berkeley.
He points towards a TV store. Chris looks in that direction,
and the van quickly drives off, leaving Chris alone.
He shakes his head and staggers over towards the TV store:
29 EXT. TV STORE - CONTINUOUS 29
He stops before the TV STORE, turning towards the rows of LCD
Screens in the storefront window.
ON SCREEN there's a news special on the comet in the night
skies.
NEWS REPORTER
The Rees comet is a rare occurrence
indeed, as it only passes by the
earth once every thousand years.
Scientists have said this time
round, it is passing quite close to
the planet, that it can be seen
without the aid of a telescope.
They're hoping to gather any fallen
debris from the comet as it drifts
into the atmosphere...
Chris places a hand on the glass as he watches the report.
CHRIS
I knew it!
He looks up into the night sky, not searching for the flying
demon he's been avoiding, but for the comet.
IN THE SKY, he can just make out the comet high above. A
white smear across the night sky.
Chris shakes his head trying to get his bearings.
CHRIS (cont'd)
Have to tell them... have to find
the others...
He lurches out into the street, ignoring the HONKS of angry
cars as they SCREECH to a halt, and as Chris weaves across
the middle of the road, we CUT TO:
30 EXT. DARKENED WALKWAY - NEXT 30
Vivian is walking towards the end, until she reaches a fire
escape.
VOICE (O.S.)
Up there. You'll have all the
answers you're looking for...
Vivian grabs the ladder and yanks it down. She starts to
climb, seeming to have a little trouble as we CUT TO:
31 EXT. ROOFTOP - NEXT 31
Vivian comes into frame as she heaves herself onto the
rooftop.
She stares out onto the vast city skyline, the building and
streetlights are lit up beneath her, the sounds of traffic
rising up from down below.
A quick PAN up into the night sky, we can see the comet
riding high in the night sky.
VIVIAN
Are you going to tell me?
VOICE (O.S.)
Sweetheart... you already know...
Vivian turns around and her eyes widen in horror.
VIVIAN
(small)
No... no...
Tears start rolling down her cheeks. She rubs her eyes
furiously, shaking her head in disbelief.
PAN ROUND - the previously deserted rooftop is now populated
with dozens of HUMANS, VAMPIRES, DEMONS of all shapes and
sizes, all of them sporting vicious wounds. They stare at
Vivian with hate in their eyes.
CROWD
(chanting)
Murderer... murderer...
They keep chanting that one word, over and over. Vivian grips
both her ears, trying to block out the chanting. She shakes
her head.
VIVIAN
Make them stop! Make them stop!
VOICE (O.S.)
You know what you have to do...
Vivian quickly turns around and finally spots the owner of
the voice - another VIVIAN, this one without the pale skin
and red eyes. Vivian when she was HUMAN.
HUMAN VIVIAN
You turned into a monster... but it
didn't have to be like that.
You blamed Chris for not saving
you, when he did just that. You
turned on him, just like you turned
on everyone else.
(beat)
You're white trash, Vivian. You
need to put yourself out of your
misery, and do the entire world a
favour.
Vivian looks down at her hands - she's been carrying a large
cannister of GASOLINE!
VIVIAN
(soft)
Out of my misery...
The human incarnation of Vivian smiles maliciously.
HUMAN VIVIAN
That's right. You know what to do.
Vivian slowly lifts the cannister, unscrewing the top and
holding it over herself.
GAS starts to splash over her as her crowd of accusing
onlookers watch, and as Vivian SOBS pitifully, we:
BLACK OUT:
END OF ACT THREE
ACT FOUR
FADE IN:
32 EXT. CITY STREETS - NIGHT 32
ANGLE on Twist as she has a moment of clarity. She looks up
and she can no longer see Boyce or the other bikers. Just a
crowd of concerned onlookers.
WOMAN
Honey, are you okay? You were
yelling that someone was attacking
you...
Twist gets up and wipes her face, smearing her make up. No
doubt making her visage even more scarier.
TWIST
I was?
(quickly)
I mean... yes, yes I was! And you,
uh... you've all been... Punk'd?
Confused looks all round. Twist quickly claps her hands.
TWIST (cont'd)
Alright! So, thank you, ladies and
gentlemen, you've just taken part
in the new practical stunt craze
that's been sweeping the nation,
so... uh... thanks.
The crowd don't move, a little sceptical of her hasty
explanation.
WOMAN
Are you sure? You don't want a cup
of coffee?
TWIST
Unless there's vodka in it?
The woman blinks.
TWIST (cont'd)
Nah, didn't think so. Thanks for
the offer.
MAN
Is this some kind of joke?
TWIST
Yes! That's exactly what it is. And
your cheques will be in the mail
for taking part and being such good
sports.
That seems to please the crowd, who look rather pleased with
themselves.
TWIST (cont'd)
But now, I have to go and... find
someone... see ya!
She runs through the crowd, as they part to allow her to
pass.
A STONER DUDE walks up to the woman as she stares after Twist
with concern.
STONER DUDE
(to the woman)
I gotta get me some of whatever she
was on.
WOMAN
(quirks eyebrow)
As opposed to what you're already
on?
STONER DUDE
(beat)
What?
The woman shakes her head, the crowd dispersing as we CUT TO:
33 EXT. CITY STREETS - NEXT 33
Lyra is walking along, her blood stained face freaking out
people she passes.
She is singing a nonsensical song, every now and then turning
to the people passing her.
LYRA
Cuts a little piece, sees how it
works... cuts another pieces,
throws it away... wakes you up,
starts again, cuts a little
piece...
She GIGGLES, swaying from side to side until she BUMPS into
somebody.
CHRIS
There you are.
He grabs her and pulls her close, Lyra's face passing through
several emotions all at once before she GRIPS Chris tight.
LYRA
Chris? I... what happened?
CHRIS
I'll explain later. Right now, we
need to find the others before the
sun comes up.
He wipes away some of the blood from her face, but Lyra
pushes back from him, rubbing her eyes.
LYRA
I can do that. I can find them,
wherever they are.
CHRIS
Are you sure? You look like you've
had about as rough a night as the
rest of us, so -
LYRA
Chris. Please.
Chris smiles, and as Lyra turns round, closing her eyes and
leaning her head back, we CUT TO:
34 EXT. ALLEY - NEXT 34
Danyael has a makeshift STAKE in his hand, swinging it
haphazardly in front of him.
The ghostly Naomi stands before him, laughing maniacally,
pushing and taunting him even as his stake passes through her
body.
A soft MELODY starts to fade up, and Danyael blinks, turning
away from Naomi - who starts to FADE AWAY.
DANYAEL
Lyra...?
He drops the stake, waking away as Naomi vanishes for good,
and we CUT TO:
35 EXT. CITY STREETS - NEXT 35
Twist is running down the sidewalk when she stops at a
familiar walkway. She sniffs the air.
TWIST
Skank?
(beat; louder)
Vivian? That you?
She darts down the walkway, disappearing from view just as
Lyra's song can be heard, and we CUT TO:
36 EXT. CITY STREETS - NEXT 36
Danyael turns a corner, sees Chris and Lyra and hurries over.
DANYAEL
Dude! Man, am I glad to see you.
He grabs Lyra and spins her round happily, laughing.
DANYAEL (cont'd)
Thought I'd lost my mind or
something. What happened to us all?
He looks round - other VAMPS are scurrying back into the
shadows.
CHRIS
It was the comet. The one I was
researching just before we got
here? Its trail sent some kind of
particle down into the atmosphere,
but by the looks of things they
only affected the nonhuman portions
of the country.
LYRA
Has it gone now? I mean, we're all
back to normal... aren't we?
CHRIS
So it would seem. The comet's
almost gone, so I'd imagine by
morning all the effects will have
worn off.
DANYAEL
Morning... morning! Crap! Where are
Twist and Vivian?
CHRIS
We were hoping you knew...
LYRA
I can't find them. I tried, but
they must be moving around too
much. I can put more power into it,
maybe try again...
Danyael takes a few steps away from them.
DANYAEL
So what are we waiting for? Come
on!
He hurries off, the other two following as we CUT TO:
37 EXT. ROOFTOP - NEXT 37
Vivian tosses the empty cannister away with a CLANG, now
doused in gasoline from head to toe.
The crowd of spectres keep up their silent vigil, watching as
Vivian turns to face the city again.
The horizon is slowly lightening, the impending dawn rapidly
approaching. Sunrise isn't far away.
Vivian closes her eyes, stretching her arms out and waiting
for the dawn to come.
TWIST (O.S.)
What in the name of Justin are you
doing, dumbass?
Vivian turns as Twist marches across the roof, passing
through the ghostly crowd - who FADE AWAY as she does so.
VIVIAN
Let me finish this. I have to pay
for what I've done. I have to atone
for my sins.
TWIST
What, by making yourself reek of
gas? Yeah, real good idea of
atonement there.
Twist finally notices the brightening horizon, and GULPS
loudly as she catches up.
TWIST (cont'd)
Uh, Vivian? You might wanna get
down off there.
VIVIAN
Twist, just... just let me burn.
I've killed...
(tearful)
I've killed so many people, and I
can't just... I have to be punished
for what I've done! I can't just go
on walking around, acting like I'm
some kind of hero when I've got all
this blood on my hands!
She holds out her hands as if showing Twist the blood - but
it's only Vivian who can see it.
TWIST
Take it from a girl who knows...
you really don't want to be
incinerated by the sun. It's not a
pleasant experience.
VIVIAN
(nodding)
I know. I know what Parker did to
you. To see if he could test your
abilities. I know what I did to
you. I made you go and kill
innocents just because I wanted to
see if you would, so you know first
hand what kind of monster I am.
(laughs)
You should be helping me!
Twist looks out towards the approaching dawn, very uneasy.
TWIST
Vivian, listen to me. What makes
you think you don't deserve a
second chance?
VIVIAN
I... but all the...
TWIST
Look at me. I was killing people
long before you came along, and I
paid for it. Then, I came back, and
that's when I started making a
difference.
She takes another step closer to Vivian, who is descending
into SOBS.
TWIST (cont'd)
You didn't exactly got to Hell, but
you've been through Hell. You
realised you were on the wrong path
and turned back all by yourself - I
can't imagine what that must've
done to you.
Twist edges closer, her eyes flicking towards the rising sun -
dawn is only moments away now.
TWIST (cont'd)
So you've got two choices right
now.
Either you stay up there and burn,
get sent to Hell and then find out
for yourself exactly how low down
the underworld pecking order they
consider us vamps down there...
She cautiously extends her hand.
TWIST (cont'd)
... or you step down, we get out of
here and you draw a line under all
this. Get on with your second
chance.
VIVIAN
(wails)
But what if it never makes any
difference? What if... what if no
matter how hard I try, it's never
enough?
TWIST
Look at me. I'm on my third chance.
But I keep doing the good thing,
every single day, because even a
small victory is better than none
at all.
Vivian nods slowly. A glimmer of hope crosses Twist's face
and she reaches for Vivian's hand...
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