
EXT. BLADE'S
WAREHOUSE/SHIPYARD - NIGHT
We SEE a FIGURE emerge
from the shadows -- CHUPA.
EXT. CITY SLUM - NIGHT
Chupa walks the night,
scanning shadows.
CHUPA'S POV (VAMPIRE
VISION)
Like heat-vision,
only tinged with crimson. There are DRUG DEALERS and bottom feeding
WHORES trolling for tricks out here, BEATING HEARTS and BRANCHING
ARTERIES highlighted on their ghostly silhouettes.
Chupa
moves to the mouth of an alley, nodding to a DEALER.
DEALER
Lookin' to get hooked
up?
CHUPA What you got?
As the dealer glances
around to see if anyone's watching --
DEALER
Horse, Hawaiian ice.
Whatever you want.
Chupa
sniffs the air, glancing at a pulsating vein on the dealer's neck, and
smiles.
CHUPA
Whatever, huh? Well
I'm all off the hook on that bitch.
Chupa
steps into the alley with the dealer.
DEALER
So what's it gonna be?
CHUPA Fear.
Chupa is at the
dealer's throat before he can finish, flashing his fangs, shoving him
backwards. Then--
CHUPA (CONT'D) I like
a little adrenaline chaser.
WHAP ! A HAND
Grabs a fistful of Chupa's hair, jerking
his head back. It's Blade. He yanks Chupa off the dealer.
BLADE
What do you think
you're doing?
CHUPA
Trying to feed, puto
baboso!
The dealer takes off
as Blade swings Chupa around. They exchange a couple of blows, then
Blade knees him in the balls, twisting him around by his arm,
dislocating it.
Blade releases Chupa, shoving him forward.
Chupa's broken arm dangles awkwardly. Furious, Chupa reaches for his
.45
with his good hand --
only to hear the CLICK of another gun
as it's placed against
the back of his head. ANGLE ON NYSSA
Standing behind him,
looking grim and determined. NYSSA
Do it and you die.
(Chupa considers
options)
You heard Asad. Until
this is over, these people are our allies.
CHUPA
Oh I haven't forgotten
about Asad. I'm just wondering if you have.
Chupa re-holsters his
gun, then jams his dislocated arm up against the wall and resets it.
He backs away. Nyssa watches him leave, looks to Blade.
NYSSA
He's right about one
thing. We do have to survive.
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