Buffy the Vampire Slayer Page #13

INT. SCHOOL HALL - DAY

Buffy walks through the hall slowly, obviously the worse for

last night's wear. Gary Murray comes up next to her, looking

at his watch pointedly: she's late for class. He moves on.

Jeffrey, going the other way, stops next to her.

JEFFREY:

Hey, baby, how ya doing? You look

beat.

BUFFY:

I do? I guess I do.

JEFFREY:

Where were you last night? I called

your house like four times.

BUFFY:

I went to sleep. I think I have

the flu or something.

Jeffrey backs away from her.

JEFFREY:

I can't get sick. You know --

training and all. I'm gonna be

late.

BUFFY:

'Bye.

Jeffrey moves off to class. Buffy walks on a bit. She bumps

into Nicole.

NICOLE:

Hey, Buffers. You look thrashed.

BUFFY:

Thanks.

NICOLE:

You and Cassandra get anything done

last night?

Buffy looks confused for a moment, then remembers.

BUFFY:

Oh. No. She never showed.

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INT. LOTHOS' CAVE - CLOSEUP OF CASSANDRA'S FACE

She is waking up, obviously from being knocked out. She blinks

stupidly, looks around. She is lying by a pool of what looks

to be dark water in a large cave. Torches burn around her.

She tries to get up and finds it difficult. She pulls herself

up to the side of the pool and splashes water on her face.

It's blood.

She starts, staring with growing horror at her hands. She

does not even see the figure rise from the pool at first.

It's Lothos. He wears no shirt, only white trousers and boots,

the style maybe Nineteenth Century. No blood seems to touch

him as he rises. He looks at Cassandra with an almost sleepy

lust.

LOTHOS:

I find it restorative, sleeping in

the life-blood of so many. To feel

their souls coursing about me.

CASSANDRA:

What's happening? What do you want?

LOTHOS:

(smiling)

So very much.

CASSANDRA:

My parents have money...

LOTHOS:

Yes, I'm sure they do. This place

is everything you said it was,

Amilyn.

Cassandra turns. Amilyn stands behind her, grinning. He

hisses, bares his fangs at Cassandra.

CASSANDRA:

What... are you?

LOTHOS:

Are we so strange? So alien to

you? I've seen this culture, the

wealth, the greed, the waste...

it's truly heartwarming. The perfect

place to spread my empire. Honestly,

Eastern Europe was so dead, the

Communists just drained the blood

out of the place. It's livened up

a bit in the past few years, but

it's nothing compared to this....

this Mecca of consumption. The

city of Angels.

He steps right up to her.

LOTHOS:

(continuing)

What are we? We are man, perfected.

We exist to consume.

On the world "to consume" we see Amilyn mouthing the words

with Lothos, his eyes to the ceiling. He's heard this a hundred

times.

AMILYN:

So? Do we change this one, or do

we just drain her?

Cassandra pulls her gold card out of her wallet.

CASSANDRA:

Here, look. My gold card. It's

your. I'll never report it.

Amilyn snatches it from her, looks it over.

LOTHOS:

She has a certain quality, this

one...

Amilyn bites the card.

AMILYN:

I don't think this is gold.

LOTHOS:

Not as single-minded as the others,

not as sybaritic. Almost thoughtful.

She's useless.

CASSANDRA:

No, wait. I can be dumb. Really.

Or mean, or whatever. I can learn.

I'm useful.

LOTHOS:

Really?

CASSANDRA:

Swear to God.

He rips out her throat, tearing at it with his teeth as blood

gushes around their faces and she wriggle, twists, dies. He

hurls her into the door and wipes blood from his mouth.

LOTHOS:

I wish you wouldn't mention him...

Slowly Cassandra slides down the wall, her eyes glazing over.

As she descends we see, stenciled on the wall, "Hemery High

School. Maintenance Only."

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INT. WAREHOUSE - AFTERNOON

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