Blade Page #12
- R
- Year:
- 1998
- 120 min
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WHISTLER:
This used to be mine, you know. It's
been passed down through the
centuries, from one hunter to the
next --
Whistler extends the sword, sighting down the length of it. He takes
a few practice parries -- it's obvious he used to be quite skilled in
the art of swordsmanship.
KAREN:
Why do you hunt them?
WHISTLER:
Habit, mostly, just like this.
Whistler gestures with his cigarette. He finally stubs it out, his
wistful reverie vanishing like so much smoke.
WHISTLER:
I had a family once -- a wife, three
daughters. Then a drifter named Deacon
Frost came calling one evening --
KAREN:
He killed them?
WHISTLER:
Eventually. He toyed with them first.
He made me choose, do you understand?
Which order they would die in --
Karen stares at Whistler, horrified.
KAREN:
How did you escape?
WHISTLER:
I didn't. He was cruel enough to let
me live.
(slapping his brace)
Even gave me a souvenir to remember
him by.
Karen nods -- it's all falling into place for her now.
KAREN:
And now you're using Blade to exact
your revenge?
WHISTLER:
(pointedly)
Frost's bodycount keeps rising, and
I'm not getting any younger, am I?
Just then, we hear a SCREAM come from Blade's room, sounding more
like the cry of a beast than a man. Karen takes a step towards
Blade's room --
WHISTLER:
I wouldn't go in there if I were you.
It's best to leave him alone when he's
like this.
KAREN:
I'll take my chances.
INT. BLADE'S ROOM - NIGHT
Karen enters. It's dark, just a trace of moonlight.
KAREN:
Blade?
No answer. Then Karen SEES him -- crouched in the corner of the room
like some kind of nocturnal animal.
KAREN:
It's dark in here.
BLADE:
You get used to the darkness.
Karen takes a step towards him.
KAREN:
Whistler told me about your mother.
Blade clutches the silver locket in his hand. It swings back and
forth, like a pendulum.
BLADE:
I can't close my eyes without hearing
her scream.
KAREN:
Those aren't real memories. No one has
that kind of recall.
BLADE:
I do. I remember from day one. People
staring at me, sensing I was
different. Watching the fear grow in
their eyes, knowing in their hearts I
wasn't human.
KAREN:
If you're not human, then why do you
bleed like us?
I've seen vampire blood, you don't
have it running through your veins.
Blade looks at Karen, his lambent eyes glowing in the moonlight.
BLADE:
Just get out of here.
KAREN:
Blade --
Blade turns, his eyes glowing with preternatural fury.
BLADE:
I said, GET OUT!!!
Karen backs away, startled by Blade's vehemence. She exits, leaving
him alone with his demons. He holds up one of his empty serum
ampoules, crushing it in his fist.
FROST'S VOICE
Rise and shine, little wing.
EXT. THE BURNING GROUNDS - JUST BEFORE DAWN
FADE IN on Dragonetti, his face covered with a black condemned man's
hood --
Frost stands before him, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. He's dressed
from head to toe in a black motorcycle suit -- boots, gloves, a
visored helmet tucked under one arm. Mercury and Quinn are standing
nearby, similarly attired.
We're on a stretch of rocky coastline, tucked away in a secluded
cove. Dragonetti has been stripped bare, chained like Prometheus to
an ancient standing stone.
DRAGONETTI:
(straining)
What is this? Where am I?!
Frost steps forward, pulling Dragonetti's hood off. Dragonetti stares
at his surroundings, horrified.
FROST:
When was the last time you stopped to
appreciate a sunrise, Dragonetti?
Three, four hundred years?
Frost checks his watch, then looks to the ocean. On the horizon, a
sliver of gold appears.
FROST:
How do you like that? Right on time.
DRAGONETTI:
(snarling)
The other elders will never let you
get away with this!
Just then, the TWELVE VAMPIRE ELDERS emerge behind Frost, forming a
circle around Dragonetti. All wear business suits, gloves, along with
high-tech "sun masks" to protect their faces from the light's lethal
rays.
They stare at Dragonetti like a silent jury. His face darkens, anger
rising -- but there's a desperation in his eyes now too. He speaks in
the secret tongue:
DRAGONETTI:
(subtitled)
Don't you see, you fools?! He'll
betray you too! He's planning on
invoking LaMagra himself!
The vampires just smile and shake their heads.
FROST:
The wheel turns, old fang. Guess you
just got a little too long in the
tooth.
Dragonetti's cries are cut short as Frost forces the aging vampire's
mouth open, ripping out his fangs with his bare hands. Dragonetti
GURGLES and SHRIEKS, sounding like a dying animal.
Frost turns to face the Twelve now, his eyes bright with victory. He
pulls on his motorcycle helmet, as do Mercury and Quinn.
Behind them, Dragonetti struggles furiously against his chains to no
avail as the first faint rays of daylight fall upon him, channeled
inward by the natural formation of the cove --
Dragonetti HOWLS, his skin beginning sizzle and smoke. Then he
catches fire like paper beneath a magnifying glass. He thrashes about
as his flesh starts to run from his body.
THE VAMPIRE ELDERS
watch, impassive, protected by their masks --
-- when suddenly, TWELVE FIGURES rise up behind them, clad in bike
helmets and black leather, just like Frost. The intruders grip each
of the Elders in a strangle hold, ripping their masks off.
FROST:
Dragonetti was right. You were fools
to trust me.
Frost flips down the visor of his helmet even as --
THE RED SUN:
rises in all its fiery glory.
One by one, the vampire Elder's heads catch fire, skullflesh sizzling
away -- burning down the line of them in successively building
intensity until all twelve EXPLODE in a conflagration of BLINDING
WHITE LIGHT.
Frost and his compatriots are blown off their feet by the sheer
intensity of the occult blast -- a blast which sends the skeletal
bodies of the Elders SLAMMING into the rock wall.
When it's over, Frost picks himself back up. We SEE that the only
thing left of Dragonetti and the others are --
THIRTEEN SHADOW SILHOUETTES
permanently etched onto the rock's surface, just like the bombing
victims of Hiroshima.
INT. WHISTLER'S WORKSHOP - DAY
Karen stands at a lab table with Whistler, preparing a number of
blood sample vials. They are surrounded by host of new medical
equipment -- from centrifuges to genetic sequencers and beyond.
Blade emerges from his room, looks to Karen. As if by silent
agreement, last night's words go unacknowledged. He straps on his
bandoleer of stakes, secures his scabbard.
WHISTLER:
Going somewhere?
BLADE:
China Town. I need more serum.
(re:
new equipment)What's all this?
KAREN:
I made a trip to the hospital last
night, borrowed some equipment.
BLADE:
(sarcastic)
For your miracle cure?
WHISTLER:
She's been making real progress,
Blade.
(to Karen)
Show him --
Karen looks to Blade, who shrugs. She opens a refrigerator, removing
a syringe filled with blue fluid.
KAREN:
This is sodium citrate. It's an
anti-coagulant. We use it to treat
blood-clots sometimes. Vampire blood
is thinner than humans, though. Watch
what happens when I introduce some
into a sample --
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