Blade: Trinity Page #15

ON DRAKE,

viewed through a long-lens, clad in modern, casual attire,

striding in SLOW-MOTION down a PEDESTRIAN-CHOKED sidewalk.

Slower. A HEARTBEAT. The pulse of the people. And over

this, intruding, the Doppler effect WAILING of an approaching

car as it rushes past us in a SCREEN WIPE until we are --

OUTSIDE A GOTH STORE

Drake studies a window display. Halloween merchandise.

Costumes and monster masks and -- VAMPIRE NOVELTIES. We see

vampire lunchboxes, Dracula plush dolls, plastic fangs, key

chains. Even Dracula bobbleheads.

Drake stands in stark contrast to the mass-marketed caricature

on display before him.

INT. GOTH STORE - NIGHT

Drake enters. The store is crowded with low-end junky goods

that might appeal to tourists visiting Hollywood Boulevard.

A pallid, Goth-guy CASHIER sits behind a counter, eating from

a takeout container. He's wafer thin, with a detached

attitude. A snot. Further back is a sultry GOTH VIXEN.

Behind them, on a TV, a cartoon is playing. An animated

vampire cavorts -- "LITTLE BIT" (like the Hot Stuff devil from

Ritchie Rich comicbooks)

DRAKE:

In the window -- you sell vampire

merchandise?

Goth Guy looks up, wiping his mouth with a napkin. Doesn't

want to engage with Drake at all.

GOTH GUY:

Uh, yeah -- look around, we might have a

few things.

He and the Goth Vixen have a snicker at Drake's expense. Then

she tries to be a little more helpful.

GOTH VIXEN:

We've got Dracula lunchboxes. Did you

see those? And there're bobbleheads, Pez

dispensers. We've got just about

anything --

(selecting a vampire-

shaped vibrator, playful)

-- even vampire vibrators.

As Drake looks around, what he sees matches his ascending

rage. Costumes, candles, vampire Christmas ornaments.

Posters from different films -- Nosferatu, Lugosi, Lee -- then

Love at First Bite and The Little Vampire.

GOTH VIXEN:

Here, check this out --

She reaches into a case, pulling out a soft-drink. The label

reads:
"DRA-COLA" and has a stylized vampire on it.

GOTH VIXEN:

"Dracola". Makes you want to cry,

doesn't it?

Drake just stares at the can. His mind seems to have

retreated elsewhere. Back through the ages.

GOTH VIXEN:

Was there something special you needed?

Drake doesn't respond. A kind of melancholy has settled over

him. He's an outsider now. The world has moved on.

GOTH-GUY

Hey, guy, she's talking to you.

Drake looks up as Goth Guy pours a bowl of Count Chocula.

EXT. GOTH STORE - NIGHT

CRASH! Goth Guy comes flying through the display window, his

trajectory taking his body clear across the street and into

the display window of the store opposite us.

INT. GOTH STORE - NIGHT

Goth Vixen SCREAMS. Drake LASHES out. hauling her over the

counter. He sinks his teeth into her throat, drinking her

blood with wild abandon. He consumes it so quickly that his

skin flushes BRIGHT RED.

Then Drake tears his head away, lifting his face upward as he

flings the girl aside, unleashing an ear-splitting ROAR. And

for a brief moment, the bones of his face seem to shift, once

again hinting at another shape Drake might take.

EXT. THE CITY - VARIOUS

DRAKE's ROAR echoes through the canyons of downtown.

CUT TO:

EXT. LUNA PARK - NIGHT/DAY

Time-lapse. The sun rises over the decrepit amusement park.

INT. NIGHTSTALKERS HEADQUARTERS - ARMORY - DAWN

Sunlight slices down through skylights, bathing Blade, King,

Abigail, and Sommerfield in its warmth. Zoe has joined them.

She's still cautious and shy, but she's also curious.

BLADE:

Why wake up Drake now?

ABIGAIL:

That's what we've been trying to figure

out.

KING:

When I was under the fang there used to be

talk about some kind of vampire 'Final

Solution'. But I could never figure out

why they'd want to destroy their food

source. I mean, seems stupid, right?

They've always had plans for the human

race. Seems likely that whatever they're

cooking up, Drake's return is a part of

it.

Blade nods, pensive.

KING (CONT'D)

Let's face it, Blade -- we're fighting a

losing battle.

So we kill a few hundred of them a year.

Big deal. There are thousands of them out

there. Maybe tens of th'usands. We need

a new tactic.

BLADE:

Like what?

SOMMERFIELD:

A biological weapon.

Sommerfield moves to her Braille keyboard, types.

ON A NEARBY MONITOR

we SEE a real-time magnified view of a virus replicating.

SOMMERFIELD (CONT' D)

For the last year I've been~working with

synthesized DNA in order to create an

artificial virus targeted specifically at

vampires. We're calling it DayStar.

KING:

Think about it, Blade. We could wipe

them all out in a single move.

BLADE:

So what's been holding you back?

SOMMERFIELD:

(sighing)

We've tried it on a number of captive

subjects. We've got the disease vector

worked out fine -- it's easily

transmittable. But the lethality in

vampires is still spotty.

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