Blade II Page #23

BLADE:

Do you want to die?

DOCTOR:

Not particularly.

BLADE:

(holstering his MACH)

Then get your f***ing team in gear.

Blade unsheathes his sword, deftly drawing the edge across

his wrist, opening a vein. He cradles Nyssa's head, pulling

her mouth to the wound on his wrist. And as she starts to

feed we pull back and --

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EXT. THE CITY - DUSK

The sun dips towards the horizon. The shadows of the urban

landscape lengthen and darken in time-lapse.

INT. SCUD'S WORKSHOP - SHOWERS - DUSK

Blade stands beneath the showerhead, turning his face up into

the scalding spray, rinsing the blood from his chiseled

physique. Crimson water circles the drain.

INT. SCUD'S WORKSHOP - BLADE'S SLEEPING AREA - DUSK

Nyssa now rests on a cot. Peaceful, the color having

somewhat returned to her features. After a moment, her eyes

flutter open and she takes in her surroundings. She is in

Blade's austere bedroom -- there are tatami mats, a basin for

water, a well-thumbed volume of Zen koans.

A SHAFT OF SUNLIGHT

cuts through an icy window pane above, angling down near

Nyssa's cot. Dust motes swirl about it.

Nyssa focuses on it. Longingly. Then she raises her arm and

reaches towards it. Closer, closer -- just barely extending

her hand into the light. Her fingertips blacken and smoke,

yet Nyssa endures the pain for another moment. Finally, she

withdraws her hand, inspecting the damage -- then notices

Blade watching her from the doorway.

NYSSA:

Each day is a little life.

BLADE:

What?

NYSSA:

"Each day is a little life. Every

waking and rising a little birth, every

fresh morning a little youth, every

going to rest and sleep a little death."

She looks back to the sunlight, wistful, sits herself up.

NYSSA (CONT'D)

Anyone else make it?

BLADE:

I don't think so.

Blade enters, kneeling by the edge of the cot, inspecting her

wounds. Studiously avoiding her gaze.

NYSSA:

Thank you.

BLADE:

For what?

NYSSA:

It would've been easy for you to let me

die back there today, but you didn't.

BLADE:

(shrugging)

I wouldn't read too much into it.

She reaches for his face. Blade stops her hand.

BLADE (CONT'D)

You don't want to go there.

NYSSA:

Why?

BLADE:

Because one of us is going to kill the

other before this ends.

NYSSA:

It doesn't have to be like that. We

don't have to be enemies.

BLADE:

Get real. I was useful to Damaskinos as

long as the hunt was still on. Now that

it's over, all bets are off.

NYSSA:

(pointedly)

If that's true, then why'd you save me?

Blade stands now, moving to the ice-covered window, troubled

by the question. Damned if he knows the answer. After a

beat, Nyssa rises too, keeping to the shadows.

NYSSA (CONT'D)

Why do you hate us so much?

BLADE:

I am a hunter. A weapon. It's what I

do. It's in my blood.

NYSSA:

Well it's in mine, too. I'm a

pureblood. I wasn't turned. I was born

this way. Just like you. Am I evil

because I want to survive?

(beat)

What about a wolf? What about any

predator?

Nyssa pursues Blade, circling around in front of him so he

has to face her again.

NYSSA (CONT'D)

The only difference between you and me

is that I made peace with who I was a

long time ago. I'm not ashamed of what

I am.

(beat)

You haven't been hunting us all these

years. You've been hunting yourself.

Blade moves away. She reaches for his shoulder. He whirls

on her, angry, traps her hand. She tires to pull it free but

he grips her wrist tightly, pulling her closer --

NYSSA (CONT'D)

You're hurting me.

BLADE:

Pain cuts the deepest, isn't that what

you said?

And closer, their faces are just inches apart now --

BLADE (CONT'D)

Reminds you you're alive?

And Blade kisses her, hungrily. Nyssa responds in kind. Her

head drops low, her mouth finding the cords of his neck --

sucking at his flesh, then sinking her teeth in deep and --

WHAM! Blade clamps a hand around her throat, slamming her

head back. A droplet of blood dribbles from her lips as she

lets loose a breathless shudder. She's in the ecstatic

throes of the Thirst now, all reason gone.

Blade reaches his other hand to her shirt, ripping it open as

he runs his fingers across her breasts, then over her exposed

rib cage. He turns her around, forcing her against the wall,

sinking his own fangs into the back of her neck. She groans

as we --

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