Blade II Page #7

SCUD:

This whole deal's giving me a serious

case of the butt-willies.

WHISTLER:

Look, kid, they obviously found your

base of operations. If it was a trap,

why flip their d*cks by announcing

themselves?

BLADE:

I agree. We play along for now, we

might wind up learning something about

how their world ticks.

WHISTLER:

(grinning at Scud)

Either that or feeding the worms.

Asad finishes his call and approaches them.

ASAD:

They're ready to see you now.

As if on cue, we hear the THRUM of helicopters. Seconds

later, two Bell Jet Rangers appear above them, illuminating

them in their searchlight.

CUT TO:

EXT. SKY - NIGHT

We track the helicopters across the night sky. We SEE

Whistler and Asad in one, Blade, Scud and Nyssa in another.

INT. JET RANGER - NIGHT

Blade and Nyssa sit in the rear of the first helicopter.

Nyssa is studying Blade.

BLADE:

What?

NYSSA:

They tell bedtime stories about you.

Blade the big, bad boogie-man. Frankly,

I'm disappointed.

(Blade raises an eyebrow)

That you were willing to come along so

easily, I mean. Without any assurances.

Blade smiles and opens his coat, gesturing to a bandolier of

plastic explosives secured to his chest.

BLADE:

Semtex explosive. Enough to level a

city block. How's that for assurance?

The helicopter abruptly banks right, dropping down low.

EXT. HELICOPTER - NIGHT

The Bell Jet Rangers touch down outside a terraced, Frank

Lloyd Wright structure overlooking the ocean. As Nyssa and

Asad lead Blade, Whistler and Scud towards the facility we

SEE a circular crimson logo encircling a double-helix.

Scud notices a series of RED LIGHT DOTS on his arms and

chest. He looks up to see DOZENS OF VAMPIRE MARKSMEN on the

roofs above, training their weapons on them.

INT. ELEVATOR CAB - NIGHT

The group rides down. The elevator stops. The doors open.

INT. DAMASKINO'S STRONGHOLD - 4-WAY INTERSECTION - NIGHT

Nyssa and Asad lead them into a hub out of which multiple

corridors project. They take the central corridor.

INT. STEEL CORRIDOR - NIGHT

The corridor ends at a pair of steel security doors. Nyssa

stands before a biometric scanner, allowing a beam of light

to play over her face. The scanner acknowledges her identity

and the doors HISS open, revealing a series of security doors

beyond these which successively open into --

A FINAL DOOR:

Oak, set into a stainless steel wall. Incalculably ancient,

elaborately carved. Brought over from the "Old World."

NYSSA:

The House of Erebus you encountered

before were nothing but feudal lords.

The true power of the Vampire Nation

lies here --

As they move towards the final door, Whistler shivers. Scud

watches as his breath escapes from his mouth in a frosty

plume. Asad takes notice.

ASAD:

Few warmbloods have seen what's beyond

this door.

He pushes the doors open into --

INT. DAMASKINO'S LAIR - NIGHT

A crescent-shaped room filled with antiquities: quarry

columns from Middle Kingdom Egypt, stacks of arcane volumes,

Medieval frontispieces. A Borgia-esque Renaissance portrait

staring down at us with a severe gaze. Towering over all of

these is a massive Greek Cross carved from stone. MUSIC

echoes around them -- Boito's Faust. Standing in the midst

of this is OVERLORD ELI DAMASKINOS, wearing a robe of black

silk.

NYSSA:

Father --

Damaskinos holds up his hand. He waits for the music to

crescendo, then turns, his face still hidden in shadow.

DAMASKINOS:

I hope you don't mind the cold. When

one such as myself reaches an advanced

age, certain precautions are needed in

order to preserve the flesh.

ASAD:

Blade, this is Overlord Eli Damaskinos.

DAMASKINOS:

(in vampire dialect; subtitled)

Welcome, Daywalker. I thank you for

coming. I've been anxious to meet you

for quite some time.

Damaskinos draws closer now, stepping into the light. Bright

eyed with smile like moonlight gleaming off a knife blade.

His skin is impossibly pale, almost marble-like, with

traceries of blue blood pulsing underneath.

DAMASKINOS (CONT'D)

And the late Abraham Whistler. I trust

your time amongst our numbers was

agreeable?

Whistler glares at Damaskinos. The two men stare at each

other a moment, sizing one another up.

DAMASKINOS (CONT'D)

(smiling knowingly)

It has been said, you may have enemies

whom you hate, but not enemies whom you

despise. Be proud of your enemy: then

his success shall be yours, too. In

that regard, I should thank you.

BLADE:

For what?

STEVENS (O.S.)

Eliminating Deacon Frost.

CARTER STEVENS, an officious-looking familiar who has been

quietly watching from the wings now steps forward.

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