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[bottom] TEASER
FADE IN:
INT. CAVE - NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)
We pan around a small but cozy cave, where a fire blazes
merrily. An (unfamiliar looking) animal is spitted and
roasting over the open flames.
BEDROS sits on the floor nearby, eyes closed in meditation,
his gnarled staff placed across his folded legs. Wrapped
in a tattered blanket near Bedros is MOIRA. She is sound
asleep, eyes closed and snoring lightly.
Engaged in conversation in front of the fire is our heroine
KENNEDY and WADE. Wade is polishing his sword, at the same
time taking in everything Kennedy is saying.
WADE
(envious)
Wish I could have been there!
KENNEDY
Yeah. It was something else.
Wade casts a sly glance over at Kennedy, a lock of hair
falling in his eyes.
WADE
So, Kennedy... Is there a special
man in your life?
KENNEDY
(laughs)
No, Wade, I can definitely say
there is no special man in my
life.
Wade looks pleased with this answer, again turning his
attention back to his sword.
WADE
Tell me again of this "Buffy."
She sounds like a warrior I would
love to meet… and perhaps spar
with!
Kennedy smiles.
KENNEDY
You would be surprised how often
I hear that, Wade.
(beat)
I don't know what that girl has,
but she has it in spades!
In the corner of the frame, unseen by Wade and Kennedy,
Moira awakens with a start. She sits up, wrapping the
tattered blanket around herself even further. Her gaze
drifts to Wade, who is still engrossed in talking to
Kennedy.
KENNEDY (CONT'D)
But, Moira, on the other hand,
she has true untapped potential.
Wade nods, noncommittally. We see Moira's face become
downcast at Wade's apparent dismissal of her. Wade leans
forward, removing the skewer from the flames.
WADE
Dinner is ready. Would you mind
waking Moira and Bedros?
Wiping his sword clean with his cape, he proceeds to slice
off pieces of the meat, putting them into a makeshift
plate.
Kennedy nods, and stands up, stretching. She heads first
towards Moira…
KENNEDY
(surprised)
Moira, you're awake.
(beat: off Moira's sad
face)
Is something wrong?
Moira's face crumbles further, and tears bead in her eyes
as her eyes lock on to Wade. Kennedy nods knowingly.
KENNEDY (CONT'D)
Wade, we'll be right back. We're
going to go...
(beat)
Tend to the horses.
WADE
Got a weapon?
KENNEDY
That was rhetorical, right?
She pulls out a sharpened stake from her right boot, and
twirls it deftly between her fingers.
KENNEDY (CONT'D)
Never leave home without one!
Kennedy throws her arm around Moira, and the two exit the
cave. We FOLLOW the two of them outside the cave into the
small clearing outside.
EXT. CLEARING - NIGHT
The light of the moon shines down through the foliage,
illuminating the ground in patches of silver. Four horses
are tethered together outside: they whicker softly as Moira
and Kennedy approach.
Kennedy motions towards one of the horses.
KENNEDY
Grab a brush from the pack, and
start tending that one.
Moira takes a brush out of the saddlebag, and starts
currying the horse. Kennedy does the same, moving to the
horse next to Moira.
A few moments pass.
KENNEDY (CONT'D)
You like him, don't you?
Moira starts, dropping the brush. Blushing, she picks it
up and resumes currying.
MOIRA
Is it that obvious?
KENNEDY
Only to me.
(beat)
I've been through it before,
y'know... Lusting after someone
who barely knows you exist.
(beat)
Kinda sucks.
Moira nods in agreement.
MOIRA
So, what happened?
Kennedy's face tightens: she's obviously uncomfortable
sharing this level of detail with Moira.
KENNEDY
What happens at the end of every
story?
(shrugs)
I died.
CUT TO:
INT. CAVE - NIGHT
Wade moves towards Bedros, waving his hands.
WADE
Bedros? Dinner's ready.
No response from the wizened Shaman, not even
acknowledgement of the younger mans presence.
WADE (CONT'D)
(louder)
Bedros?
Still no answer.
WADE (CONT'D)
(shrugs)
Fine. Let your dinner get cold.
Wade turns, heading back towards the fire and his dinner.
Unseen by Wade, Bedros's eyes POP OPEN, and a small,
crooked, (and perhaps slightly menacing) smile lights up
his face.
BEDROS
(excited)
I know!
He stands, his staff fairly pulsating with power.
BEDROS (CONT'D)
I. KNOW.
Wade stands, looking confused.
WADE
(to Bedros)
You know what?
(to Moira and Kennedy;
loud; off Bedros'
"crazy eyes")
Guys? You may want to get in
here!
BEDROS
At long last, I have divined the
answer.
Moira and Kennedy run in, each with a stake in their hands.
KENNEDY
(wary)
What's wrong?
BEDROS
Wrong! Why, nothing!
KENNEDY
Ummm... OK.
BEDROS
It has taken far more time than I
thought it would, but I never
doubted in my success.
Bedros whips his cloak ostentatiously.
BEDROS (CONT'D)
I have succeeded in diving the
location of the Henge!
We pan around, and see that neither Kennedy, Wade, or Moira
look particularly pleased with this statement.
Off Bedros' wild-eyed stare, we:
BLACK OUT:
END TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
INT. CAVE - NIGHT
As before. Moira has lowered her stake, but Kennedy still
has hers poised and ready.
KENNEDY
(suspicious)
What do you mean, the Henge? I
thought we knew it was in
Clitheroe.
BEDROS
He sought to mislead us, but with
the artifacts I took from him - I
have discerned it's true resting
place.
(beat)
And once we have the Henge, we'll
find my brethren.
KENNEDY
You're brethren?
BEDROS
(scornfully)
Silly child! I mean the other
Creators, of course.
WADE
The ones who created the original
Slayer, you mean?
BEDROS
(exasperated)
Do none of you ignorant whelps
listen when I speak?
KENNEDY
(mutters)
Not if we can help it.
Bedros ignores Kennedy's pointed remark and presses on.
BEDROS
With the Henge, we will be able
to divine the whereabouts of my
brethren, and I fully intend to
free them.
KENNEDY
Whoa, there! I don't think
that's necessarily the best idea!
It's obvious that Kennedy has some deep-seated reservations
about this idea, and we have a good idea why.
Bedros flamboyantly places his hands on his hips.
BEDROS
And whyever not, may I ask?
Kennedy hesitates.
KENNEDY
The Powers That Be didn't seem to
think that it was a good idea.
BEDROS
Pshaw! We've already altered the
future that you saw.
Kennedy doesn't looks convinced, but Moira steps forward to
interject.
MOIRA
Before we go any further, why not
tell us a little about these guys
first? Then, we can move on to
finding the Henge, figuring out
where your friends are being
held, and what, if anything, we
can do to help them. Agreed?
She moves to the fire, taking a plate and loading it with
food, before sitting down, her back to the wall.
BEDROS
(nods)
Agreed.
He also takes a plate of food, and uses one of the bones to
illustrate his story with dramatic gestures.
BEDROS (CONT'D)
You all know the story of how we
created the first Slayer, I
presume?
Wade and Moira both nod; but not Kennedy.
KENNEDY
(growls)
You mean how you literally
kidnapped and chained a poor girl
to the ground, forcing her to
bond with a Demon?
BEDROS
(clears throat)
Yes, well, be that as it may.
The bonding ritual was quite
potent, as you can imagine. I
realized that I was not strong
enough by myself to conduct the
ceremony. So I called upon my
brothers, Machtos and Lyros.
(beat)
The bond was successful beyond
our wildest dreams. But in doing
so, we had nearly tipped the
scales of the Great Balance.
Kennedy nods; she is familiar with the laws of Cosmic
Balance. Wade and Moira, however, look puzzled.
BEDROS (CONT'D)
(to Wade and Moira)
Good and Evil must always be
balanced; it's one of the most
basic laws of the universe. If
evil gets the upper hand, as it
has here, reality itself attempts
to correct the imbalance. Hence,
the reason why our newfound
friend is here.
Wade and Moira exchange wondering "How did we get ourselves
into this" looks.
BEDROS (CONT'D)
By creating the Slayer line, we
nearly upset the balance. To
rectify that, and to preserve our
knowledge for future generations,
we three decided to voluntarily
place ourselves into stasis. We
headed in opposite directions,
and, at the pre-appointed time,
we entered stasis, there to stay
until our powers were needed once
more.
KENNEDY
(scoffs)
That's gotta be the dumbest thing
I've ever heard! So, thanks to
your interference, you nearly let
the vampires annihilate the world
in your absence! And you were
nowhere to be found to lead these
people! And why would you not
tell each other where you were,
anyway?
BEDROS
(snaps warningly)
Our ways are not yours to
question, Slayer though you may
be. All you need know is that I
have learned how to find where my
brethren are, and that means that
their help is needed in this
struggle.
Moira steps forward, placing a calming hand on Kennedy's
shoulder.
MOIRA
He's right, Kennedy. We need all
the help we can get if we are to
bring down the Wolf, Ram and
Hart.
When Kennedy doesn't immediately reply, Wade steps forward
and turns to Bedros,
WADE
Pray continue, noble sir.
BEDROS
As I was saying…
(beat)
I know where the Henge is. But,
even once we find it and rescue
my friends - getting there will
be an arduous journey, and will
require a full frontal attack. An
attack that even I, with three
Slayers and two peers at my side,
will not be able to muster.
KENNEDY
(mutters)
Great. It's Sunnydale all over
again!
(normal voice)
So, what? You want backup?
BEDROS
If it can be arranged.
Kennedy closes her eyes, deep in thought.
Bedros sits placidly, awaiting Kennedy's reply. Moira and
Wade take a step back, realizing they're in over their
heads as these two personalities clash.
KENNEDY
I think I know how it can be
arranged.
BEDROS
Excellent.
KENNEDY
But there's something I need from
you in exchange.
Off Bedros' intrigued look, we:
CUT TO:
EXT. COUNTRYSIDE - DAY (CONTINUOUS)
A peaceful, bucolic countryside whizzes by; there's no sign
of vampiric infestation, or indeed, habitation at all.
Lush foliage and verdant trees line the road, creating
shade from the sun overhead. The sounds of birds chirping
can be heard in the background.
Kennedy and Moira gallop down the dirt road towards their
destination.
MOIRA
What do you mean, we're supposed
to enlist their help?
KENNEDY
(patiently)
We need more manpower, Moira.
It's as simple as that.
MOIRA
(suspiciously)
I thought you didn't trust
Bedros.
KENNEDY
(matter-of-factly)
I don't. But as long as I know
what he's doing, I can keep him
in check.
MOIRA
And you really think after the
assault, they would be foolish
enough to return here?
KENNEDY
(deadpan)
Yep.
Moira looks poised to say something else, but it
interrupted by Kennedy.
KENNEDY (CONT'D)
(pointing)
We've arrived.
We follow her finger, and see that she is pointing towards
a village. The road continues straight into the village
proper. The village looks familiar: it is, in fact, the
same village that we saw in Episode 1.02.
Only it's as if a pall now surrounds the village. The
ambient sounds in the background have diminished, and the
trees and foliage surrounding the village seem less
healthy, and more stunted. Even the sun overhead doesn't
seem to want to touch this village.
KENNEDY (CONT'D)
No time like the present.
She spurs her horse forward, and rides into the village.
With a sigh, Moira reluctantly does the same.
EXT. VILLAGE - DAY
The village is much as it was the last time we saw it,
though the houses seem more decrepit and ramshackle. No
one moves in the streets, and there's still no sign of
life.
Kennedy tears down the road, her eyes drawn to one of the
largest structure in town: so intent is she that she fails
to notice the black-clad FIGURES that move in the shadows!
The figures slip past her unseen, moving towards the
mounted figure of Moira, who is unable to keep up with the
furious pace that Kennedy is setting…
As she passes, the figures LEAP OUT: as we get our first
good look at them, we can see that they are Vampires, in
full vamp-face! Two of them savagely rake the horses side,
drawing blood. The beast neighs furiously, bucking wildly,
and spilling Moira from her seat.
With a THUD she falls to the ground, but is on her feet in
a fraction of a second, her Slayer reflexes kicking fully
in.
The two vamps CHARGE Moira: they are joined by more of the
vamps, who come out of the shadows!
MOIRA
(yells)
Kennedy!
Moira swings her stake wildly, actually staking one vampire
in the progress. His ashes spiral up into the air,
obscuring our view of the battle momentarily.
CUT TO:
EXT. VILLAGE STREET - DAY
Kennedy is hell-bent on her destination. She spurs the
horse wildly forward, unaware that her protégé has fallen
behind.
She is just approaching her destination, when...
MOIRA (O.S.)
(faint)
Kennedy!
Kennedy whirls around, realizing in a heartbeat that Moira
is nowhere to be seen!
Unfortunately, that split-second is all that the forces
lying-in-wait need. From the shadows, a peasant wielding a
pitchfork steps in front of the charging horse bearing
Kennedy.
In a single fluid motion, he bends down in the middle of
the road, stabbing the butt of the farm tool into the
ground, using it as a makeshift lance.
Senses heightened, Kennedy hears the telltale noise, and
whirls back around, but too late!
Unable to stop the charging horse in time, she watches in
horror as the beast impales itself on the pitchfork!
With a piteous whinny, the horse crumbles to the ground
spilling Kennedy to the ground, hard.
In a flash, before Kennedy can right herself, the villager
is on her with unnatural speed, the triple tines of the
pitchfork at her throat!
KENNEDY
You're not an ordinary villager,
are you?
The villager smiles, a gap-toothed grin.
CUT TO:
INT. HOUSE - DAY
We pan around a lavishly furnished room. A four poster bed
dominates the room. A thin veil of gauze surrounds the
bed, and we see that Moira is lying in the bed, asleep (or
perhaps unconscious.)
The door to the room opens, and a youngish (early-20's)
woman enters, bearing a tray of food. She places the food
on the bedside table nearby, before pulling back the covers
and taking Moira's pulse.
Moira stirs, and the woman hastily withdraws from the room.
Moira sits up, shaking her head and looking around.
MOIRA
What happened? Where am I?
VOICE (O.S.)
I have a better question: what
are you doing here?
There's a momentary pause, and KENNADRIUS enters the room.
She's a dead-ringer for Kennedy, save for the archaic
clothing she wears-a medieval style jerkin, in black,
covered with a flowing red cape.
MOIRA
(confused)
Kennedy?
(BEAT)
What do you mean?
Kennadrius smiles, and we see another difference between
Kennadrius and her counterpart. The smile Kennadrius
offers is harder-edged, and doesn't quite reach her face.
KENNADRIUS
We'll get to that in a moment, my
dear.
Kennadrius casually walks to the bed, pulling back the
gauze, and deposits herself at the foot of the bed. She
motions to the food.
KENNADRIUS (CONT'D)
Please. You must be starving
after your long journey.
MOIRA
(suspicious)
You're not Kennedy!
KENNADRIUS
I guess we can't slip anything
past you, can we, sweetie?
Moira pulls the covers up to her chin, nervous.
MOIRA
What do you want with me?
KENNADRIUS
(sighs)
Now, my darling, there's no need
for that. I certainly harbor no
impure designs on you.
And if I wanted you dead? Would
you be standing here right now?
MOIRA
So, what then?
Off Kennadrius' mischievous look, we:
CUT TO:
INT. CHURCH - DAY
PAN around the desecrated remnants of a church. Broken
windows of stained glass cast an eerie cascade of rainbow
light around the room. A tipped-over altar dominates one
corner of the room, stained in urine and feces. Behind the
altar is the station of the cross, though the cross is now
upside down, to signify "Death" rather than "Life".
Facing the altar are row upon row of filthy pews, many
covered in dust, others in blood, and some are broken
completely.
Kennedy lies on one of the pews, rigid, her arms crossed
over her chest, in conscious mockery of vampiric slumber.
As one of the colored beam reaches Kennedy, she stirs,
covering her face with her hand to block out the intrusion.
VOICE (O.S.)
(sinister)
I'm afraid I don't have anything
to offer you to drink.
Kennedy jumps to her feet, though slightly lethargically.
She reaches for her stake, but finds it missing…
We pan around once more, and from out of the shadows in the
doorway steps a familiar figure.
KENNEDY
(spits)
Angel.
Indeed it is Angel, or rather, ANGELUS.
He looks much the same as we remember, if slightly more
feral. He is also clad in unadorned black: black pants,
black shirt, slicked back black hair. We see a cross
around Angelus's neck, and we see that where it contacts
his flesh through his open shirt, there is a scar.
ANGELUS
Please. Call me Angelus. Not a
big fan of nicknames.
He VAMPS OUT, and lunges forward, hoping to intimidate the
Slayer. Kennedy stands her ground.
ANGELUS (CONT'D)
I'm very impressed.
He leans in closer, and walks around Kennedy twice. He
SNIFFS her.
ANGELUS (CONT'D)
You look like her. You smell like
her.
(beat)
But you're not her.
KENNEDY
I'm not who?
Angelus ignores the question.
ANGELUS
So, what do you want here?
CUT TO:
INT. HOUSE - DAY
Kennadrius and Moira are still talking.
MOIRA
(nervous)
Right now? I just want to get out
of here.
KENNADRIUS
That can be arranged. For a
price.
She chuckles, a sound that fills the small room with a
blistering cold.
MOIRA
What kind of price?
KENNADRIUS
I need the help of the Slayer.
CUT TO:
INT. CHURCH - DAY
Kennedy and Angelus conversing.
KENNEDY
What do you need my help for?
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