The Forsaken Page #3

- There's nothing in there?

- No, there's nothing but an old tarp.

- What?

Get her off of me!

B*tch.

Sh*t!

Now do you believe me?

Oh, sh*t!

Sh*t! F***!

Oh, you gotta be shitting me!

- What?

- We got a problem.

That motherf***er overslept again!

We gotta get out of here.

What you wanna do about her?

Okeydokey.

But it sure seems like a waste.

- Oh, God!

- You okay?

- F*** no, I'm not okay!

- Take the drugs to slow the virus.

- If you don't, you're gonna turn.

- No drugs.

You're not listening to me.

If you turn before we kill the source

of the infection, you are f***ed!

Who the hell are you, man?

How do you know this sh*t?

That's not important.

What's important is that you...

- F*** you, it's not important!

- Hey, you gotta trust me, all right?

You got me into this sh*t!

Who the f*** are you?

You wanna know who I am?

Take a look at that!

I was bitten

a little over a year ago.

Some b*tch at a party.

For two days,

I was sick as a dog just like you...

so I took myself to the hospital.

Lucky for me,

one of the interns had been bitten...

and he knew about the drugs.

I think the vamp that bit this girl is

the one I traced my infection back to.

- I tracked him down here.

- So which one is it?

Is it the poser or is it the retard?

It's the poser. The retard's not a vamp.

He's their day driver.

You know the Penthouse pet from hell?

She's a full-blown feeder.

But nearly turned.

You can see it in her eyes.

So why didn't we kill the f***er

when we had the chance?

Because you can only kill the Forsaken

on hallowed ground.

What the hell's the Forsaken?

What do you mean, "hallowed ground"?

What do you mean, like, a church?

Tell that b*tch to shut the f*** up!

I can't hear what you're saying!

F***ing A.

They barbecued her f***ing ass.

And tell your girl I was right. You

should have whacked that hunter before.

All right. Calm down.

I didn't mean nothing by it.

Sh*t.

I said, sh*t, we got company.

I can handle it. No sweat.

Can I see your license

and registration?

Do you know you were going

95 miles an hour back there?

No, sure didn't.

Kind of just got away from me.

Eighty-five is getting away from you.

Ninety-five is a felony speeding

here in Texas, my friend.

It says here

your license is expired.

No sh*t.

Why don't you just sit here for a second

while I run this.

- He's gonna run my license.

- What'd you say?

Nothing. No, I didn't say nothing.

Yes, you did. It sounded

like you were talking to someone else.

No. Just talking to myself.

You been drinking, sir?

I haven't had a drink in years.

Do you mind stepping out

of the vehicle, please?

- Of course not.

- And open up the trunk for me.

Ain't nothing in the trunk.

- I'd like to see, just the same.

- Okeydokey.

But I think

you're gonna be disappointed.

Told you!

What you want me to do with him?

Yeah, he's still alive.

Okeydokey.

There's one in here

like they always carry.

Of course I am.

I ain't an idiot.

F***ing b*tch.

- What are these?

- Antigens, aminos, proteins.

Back in the late '80s when they were

getting into drug cocktails for HIV...

some doctor that had been bitten

mixed one that slowed the virus.

Now, everybody's different, but usually

it takes about a week to turn.

If you get on the cocktail,

you'll buy yourself some time.

How long do the drugs work?

They can hold off the onset

for a couple of years.

But not forever?

No. Not forever.

Is that what you gave her?

No, I'm just keeping her snowed

with morphine.

Why?

If her friend back there didn't know

we were hunting before...

he sure as sh*t does now.

He's gonna come after us,

and that's exactly what I want.

She acts as a homing device.

The virus is telegenetic.

He can track us as long as I keep

letting the virus in her grow stronger.

Yeah, well, who gave you the right

to play God with her life?

Hey, this is all about survival

of the fittest.

You don't learn that,

and you are gonna die.

Or worse.

F*** me. I feel incredible.

My whole body just tingles.

Yeah, it's seductive. But just remember

what came out of that trunk.

Yeah.

You never answered me from before.

Why do you call them the Forsaken?

- How much do you know about vampires?

- I saw Coppola's Dracula.

No, that whole Vlad the Impaler story's

horse sh*t.

The real deal started at the siege

of Antioch during the Great Crusade.

The first battle was a bloodbath.

The Turks kicked ass...

leaving 200 French knights dead

or dying in a raging blizzard.

By nightfall, there was only

nine of them still alive.

That's when Banta appeared before them.

- Who's that?

- The angel from the bottomless pit.

In medieval legend,

he appeared after battles...

all dressed in black armor,

looking for souls to steal.

And the story goes

that eight of these French knights...

made a pact with the demon

for eternal life.

To seal the deal, they killed and drank

the blood of the ninth one who refused.

But when the sun came up, they were

so ashamed of what they had done...

they couldn't stand the sight

of each other.

So they went and hid in caves

until nightfall.

They then went their separate ways...

spread out all across the world alone...

forever cursed with the desire

for human blood...

and unable ever again

to walk in daylight.

The curse gradually became known

as a disease.

And as it spread, people started

calling them the Forsaken.

The eight. Are they still kicking?

About 300 years later,

the first one...

was hunted down and killed

in the Spanish Inquisition.

But before they whacked him,

he spilled the whole story.

The others?

Over the past 500 years, three more

have been hunted down and killed.

And we got four left.

One's in Africa,

one in Eastern Europe...

and we know about two right here

in the United States of America...

our boy being one of them.

I don't get it. If we waste this guy,

how does that cure us?

I told you.

The virus is telegenetic.

The strains are linked

to the original.

The last one was killed

in Paris, 1 967.

He had two feeders with him

who hadn't turned yet.

Both of them recovered with no signs

of the virus in their blood.

We kill the source of origin,

and we kill the strain.

What if you do turn?

The virus mutates into something

that can't be killed...

except by decapitation or sunlight.

In other words, a vampire.

There's an old Spanish mission

about 60 miles up the road.

I say we go there,

and we wait.

How do we get his ass to the mission?

Oh, he'll find us.

What if she turns before he does?

Then we kill her.

Yeah, that's right. I forgot.

We really kill her.

Well, what do you want to do, Sean?

Wanna get to know her better?

Catch a movie with her?

Just make sure you keep her away

from any major arteries.

- That's not funny.

- Exactly.

It just doesn't seem fair.

What's that?

I wanna put her on the pills.

Let me become the decoy.

She was bitten way before me. That means

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