Blade II Page #30

Nyssa hefts the rail-gun and FIRES at Nomak's back. Nomak

HOWLS, releasing Damaskinos' body, then turns, focusing his

blood-drunk gaze on Nomak.

BLADE:

(alarmed)

Get out of here!

But Nyssa stands her ground, rachetting back the slide on the

rail-gun, readying to unleash another barrage of needles.

Nomak CHARGES, moving at unbelievable speed. She FIRES

AGAIN, aiming at Nomak's chest --

but then Nomak is upon her. He slaps the rail-gun from her

hands, SMASHING IT TO PIECES.

Then he wraps his hand around her throat, pulling her

forward, sinking his teeth into her neck. Nyssa SCREAMS.

BLADE (CONT'D)

Nyssa!!!

ON BLADE:

as he leaps from the mezzanine level, sword extended, like

Beowulf diving to slay Grendel. He PLUNGES the sword deep

into Nomak's upper torso. Then DRIVES it in even further --

Nomak releases Nyssa and back-hands Blade across the face,

sending him sailing through the air. He lands, skids across

the floor --

ON NOMAK:

stumbling backwards into the wall. The sword has sunk so

deep that the tip is actually protruding out his back,

SCRAPING a gash across the wall as Nomak slides towards the

floor.

Nomak GRUNTS, then reaches for the pomeel with his ruined

hand. He grips the pommel and SNAPS the sword-blade in half.

Then he SLAMS against the wall, forcing the half of the

broken blade that's still embedded in him out back through

the front of his chest. As Nomak rises to his feet --

Blade is on him again, snap-kicking the Reaper in the chest.

Nomak retaliates. Blade somersaults out of the way, then

springs back again, KICKING Nomak in the face, BREAKING

Nomak's NECK. Nomak's head lolls unnaturally sideways for a

heartbeat and then Nomak swings his head around, somehow

righting his neck vertebrae with a snap of his head.

They trade blows, a brutal death-match that seems to defy

gravity. Blade moves in for a round-house punch, but Nomak

catches his fist, holding it for a split-second, then bending

Blade's hand at an unnatural angle, SNAPPING his wrist bones.

The pain is enormous.

Nomak starts beating the living sh*t out of Blade, pummeling

him with his fists, gripped by an uncontrollable rage. He

SMASHES Blade against a marble column, cracking it. Then he

flings Blade against one of the brushed steel walls - so hard

that Blade's body actually leaves an indentation.

Before Blade can recover, Nomak is in front of him, launching

another kick. Blade rolls his head out of the way, barely

avoiding Nomak's boot heel which dents the wall. Nomak kicks

a second time. Blade avoids Nomak, but third time's the

charm and Nomak lands one squarely in Blade's gut.

Blade falls beneath a flurry of blows, unable to defend

himself any longer. Blood stains his eyes, obscuring his

vision. He strikes out blindly, but Nomak has forced him to

the ground, pinning him there. As Blade struggles to free

himself --

NOMAK:

lowers his head towards Blade's face. The scar/seam in

Nomak's chin splits open and Nomak's lower jaw flares apart,

distending and widening to reveal the awful, glistening hell

maw -- the hollow inner fangs and striated cartilage which

are closing about Blade's face. Blade twists his head

violently to the right, then glimpses the broken tip of his

sword resting a few feet away. He reaches for it in

desperation, plunging it up into Nomak's chest. Nomak HOWLS.

Because the hilt has been broken off, Blade is forced to grip

the cutting edge of the weapon with his bare hands. It

slices into his fingers --

but Blade just grips the broken sword tighter, ignoring the

pain, driving it deeper and deeper -- until, suddenly, it

penetrates the cartilaginous shell around Nomak's heart and --

NOMAK:

(in vampire dialect)

Blood brother.

Nomak smiles, covering Blade's hands with his own. He looks

blade in the eye, then drives the broken sword home.

Nomak's body stiffens, his eyes grow unseeing, an oddly

serene look spreading across his tortured face. A patch of

BLACKNESS begins radiating outward from his chest, moving

over his body, carbonizing him from within. As his blackened

flesh begins to crack, BLUE FLAMES flicker out from the

fissures. In seconds, Nomak is gone.

Beat. Blade stands, exhausted. Then he looks to where Nyssa

rests. He moves to her side, kneeling beside her. She

smiles up at him, bravely, but frightened all the same.

Blade inspects the wound on her neck. It's clearly fatal.

NYSSA:

How does it look?

BLADE:

(with genuine sadness)

Not good.

Nyssa nods. Blade has only confirmed her existing fears.

NYSSA:

It won't be long now. I can already

feel it burning inside me --

She grips Blade's arm, her eyes welling with tears.

NYSSA (CONT'D)

I don't want to become what Nomak was --

(beat; straining)

I can't. I want to die while I'm still

vampire.

Blade sighs. The burden is all to familiar to him.

BLADE:

What do you want me to do?

NYSSA:

I want to see the sun rise.

ON BLADE:

his face a mask of sad resignation. He lifts Nyssa into his

arms. She closes her eyes, resting her head on his chest.

EXT. CALIBAN INDUSTRIES - JUST BEFORE DAWN

The shutters over the doors and windows slowly rise. Blade

shoulders open the front door, moving across the lawn towards

a bluff overlooking the ocean. A moment later, Whistler

emerges into the light, watching as Blade sets Nysa down on

the grass. Her eyes flutter open and she looks into --

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