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INT. HOUSE - DAY
As before - Moira and Kennadrius conversing.
KENNADRIUS
I don't know how much you know of
the history of this area. But
I've been locked in conflict with
this creature, named Angelus.
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INT. CHURCH - DAY
As before, Angelus and Kennedy conversing.
ANGEL
Kennadrius, for far too long.
KENNEDY
Kennadrius?
Angelus grins.
ANGELUS
Oh, that's right, I did skimp on
the details the last time we
spoke! Kennadrius..
(beat for effect)
is YOU!
(beat)
Or you're her, depending on how
you look at it.
Off Angelus's sinister chuckle, and Kennedy's astounded
look, we:
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INT. HOUSE - DAY
As before, Kennadrius and Moira conversing.
KENNADRIUS
We've long since reached a
stalemate, Angelus and I. But
now…
(beat)
There's another player in the
game. And I need to make sure
that he's either on my side, or
he's out of play for good.
MOIRA
(getting clued in)
So you want Kennedy to pay a
visit to this guy?
KENNADRIUS
No, no, my darling. I want
Kennedy - and I - to "pay a visit
to this guy" as you so eloquently
put it.
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INT. CHURCH - DAY
Kennedy paces nervously.
KENNEDY
And what do I get out of this?
ANGELUS
You mean, aside from me letting
you live?
He takes a few paces forward, and stands behind Kennedy,
his hand on her shoulder, their flesh barely touching. He
runs his hand over Kennedy's neck.
ANGELUS (CONT'D)
Once this new player is either
dead or on my side, it will leave
me free to annihilate your
vampiric doppelganger, after all.
KENNEDY
So you want me to take this guy
out for you?
ANGELUS
Well, two corrections to your
hypothesis. First, I want us to
"take this guy out," as you call
it. And second, it's not really
a "guy" at all.
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INT. HOUSE - DAY
As before.
KENNADRIUS
(casually)
Of course, when I say "guy", you
do realize that I mean "big,
mean, evil tempered demon",
right? Head of the Demon
Underworld and all that?
Moira tries to look unimpressed, but an inadvertent gulp
gives her lack of composure away.
MOIRA
I figured.
Off Moira's worried look, we:
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EXT. DESERT - DAY
OVERHEAD VIEW of the area. The sun blazes down
mercilessly, baking the desert sands that lie below. The
sand swirls about in the light breeze, and dunes burst
periodically out of the ground.
ZOOM IN closer, and we see that Wade and Bedros are riding
camel-like creatures through the desert.
Behind the dunes, we see robed figures (their features
completely indistinguishable due to the voluminous robes
they wear) following the pair.
WADE
Are you sure that it's here?
BEDROS
Of course I'm sure! I've had
centuries of experience in just
this kind of thing!
WADE
Just asking!
BEDROS
Just keep your eyes peeled!
The two travel in silence through the sun-baked desert some
time longer, until they find the trail passing through a
pair of large sand-dunes on either side of them.
At last, Bedros points to an area of shimmering sands
directly in their path some distance ahead, beyond the
dunes.
WADE
Could that be it?
BEDROS
Might be, lad. It just might be!
Bedros spurs his camel ahead, and Wade follows suit.
At that moment, there's a FLURRY OF MOTION! From atop
either dune, appears dozens of the robed figures, each
wielding a wickedly-sharp, harpoon-like weapon. The path
ahead is similarly blocked, and Bedros and Wade halt their
mounts.
WADE
(to Bedros; quiet)
Now what, Mr. "Centuries of
Experience"?
Bedros raises his hands.
BEDROS
We wait.
Off Wade's disgruntled look, we:
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EXT. VILLAGE - DAY
PAN around the deserted park in the center of the village.
Wind rustles through the trees, and the sun has began to
set, casting shadows over the gazebo that looms in the
center of the park. From one end of the park, emerging
from the copse of trees steps Moira and Kennadrius.
Kennadrius is in traveling gear (which is similar to what
she is wearing before, expect that she now has her hair
tied back, has added a traveling cloak, and a sharp
scimitar hangs at her waist). From the tips of her thigh
high black boots, we see the hilts of daggers protruding.
KENNADRIUS
(hisses)
They're late.
MOIRA
(calming)
They'll be here.
KENNADRIUS
(grunts)
I should have expected as much
from that undisciplined lout!
ANGELUS (O.S.)
Never fear, darlin'. Daddy's
here.
From the opposite end of the parks steps Angelus, flanked
by Kennedy. The two approach, Kennedy with weapon drawn,
Angelus visibly unarmed.
Moira and Kennedy also step forward, until the pairs are
only a few short paces apart.
ANGELUS (CONT'D)
Now. Why not tell us what you
want, before I start to lose my
temper?
He grins, the tips of his canines just beginning to
protrude.
Kennedy and Kennadrius, meanwhile, have caught their first
real sight of each other and they are transfixed by each
other! They slowly circle each other, taking in the
similarities and the differences
KENNEDY
So... you're me.
(beat)
Funny. I was expecting something
more. And certainly someone
better looking!
Kennadrius grins, her canines fully exposed.
KENNADRIUS
You have guts to speak to me so.
If you were anyone else, I would
have sliced you open from head to
toe and eaten the organs from
your carcass!
Angelus clears his throat, obviously amused.
Kennadrius clenches her fist: it's obviously taking an
effort of will for her not to attack Angelus.
KENNEDY
Well, not to cut short the small
talk…
(beat)
Actually, that's exactly what I'm
doing!
(beat)
Anyway, it seems that both of you
need my help.
Kennadrius and Angelus glare at each other.
KENNEDY (CONT'D)
And it seems like you both have
the same problem, no less. Now,
I'm willing to help, but there's
two conditions: you both will
accompany me on this mission and
you will both have to grant me
future considerations.
KENNADRIUS
What kind of future
considerations?
ANGELUS
What kind of future
considerations?
KENNEDY (CONT'D)
(evasively)
We can discuss that later. Are
you in?
Off Angelus and Kennadrius's suspicious looks, we:
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INT. TENT - DAY
Wade and Bedros kneel on a colorful rug in the center of
this lavishly decorated tent: their hands are bound behind
their backs, and a half-dozen spear wielding nomads ring
the perimeter of the room.
Seated atop a throne against the far wall is the Caliph,
OMICROM. He is a distinguished looking older man (late
60's) in a loose-fitting caftan, and he has a serious mien
as he regards his "guests".
OMICROM
Why do you invade our land?
WADE
We-
BEDROS
(interrupting)
We meant no disrespect to you,
your people, or your land.
Bedros stands with a flourish, though the effect is
diminished by the fact that the nomads step forward
menacingly, spears brandished. Omicron makes a small
gesture with a finger, and the nomads step back.
BEDROS (CONT'D)
As I was saying-
Bedros makes a flamboyant hand gesture at the nomads.
BEDROS (CONT'D)
Before I was so rudely
interrupted.
He pulls himself up to his full height.
BEDROS (CONT'D)
We are on...
(beat)
... a quest.
Wade smacks himself in the head in frustration, and a small
smile crosses Omicron's face.
OMICRON
(amused)
Do go on.
BEDROS
We are looking for material
components for a spell of great
power. A spell that will shift
the very fabric of this universe!
OMICRON
("You're crazy, aren't
you?")
Is that so?
Bedros stands stiffly, locking eyes with the Caliph. The
Caliph stands, dismounting from the throne. As he stands,
we see that he has a master worked scimitar hanging loosely
from his belt. He approaches Bedros, who stands
motionless.
The two stand, less than dozen paces apart. Tension fills
the air, and Wade looks ready to stand and give his life to
defend Bedros, if need be.
Omicron laughs. The sound echoes in the enclosed space.
OMICRON (CONT'D)
I knew you were coming. And the
power you seek is close at hand.
Wade looks flabbergasted, while Bedros looks as if he was
expecting this all along.
OMICRON (CONT'D)
It can be found in a nearby
temple, as a matter of fact.
Omicorn steps to the tent flap and opens it, pointing.
Outside, in the distance, we can just make out the image of
a black pyramid nearly shadowed in darkness despite the
beating sun.
OMICRON (CONT'D)
That is your destination.
Wade scrabbles to his feet.
WADE
(to Bedros)
What are we waiting for? Let's
go!
Omicron waggles an admonishing finger.
OMICRON
Fair warning. The temple is
dangerous. Many have ventured
there, seeking wealth and power,
even slayers seeking justice -
but none have returned.
(beat)
Even I am not foolish enough to
go there.
This time, it's Bedros who looks oddly daunted by this
statement, though all it does to Wade is further his
bloodlust.
WADE
(laughs)
I don't fear the denizens of the
temple!
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INT. TEMPLE - DAY
CLOSE UP of a skeletal hand wrapped around Wade's neck,
slowly choking the life out of him!
FADE OUT:
END ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
INT. TEMPLE - DAY
Flickering torchlight illuminates the large chamber, which
is reminiscent of ancient Egyptian tombs. Bedros and Wade
stand back-to-back in the center of the chamber.
They are surrounded by dozens of USHBATI, skeletal
creatures clad in golden armor and wielding short, scythe
like weapons. Our heroes are easily outnumbered 5 to 1,
and they are having a tough time fending the creatures off.
Bedros thrusts out with his staff (which is now sparking
wildly at the tip), as, at the same time, Wade lunges with
his sword.
The creatures (eerily silent) begin to advance, trapping
the two inside a tightening ring of ivory and gold.
WADE
I gotta confess, Bedros. This
isn't how I wanted to go out!
I've never even truly been in
love!
BEDROS
(grimly)
Keep fighting, Wade. Let's sell
our lives at as high a cost as
possible! Let the bards sing
stories of our glorious deaths!
Wade grunts as one of the creatures gets in a blow with his
scythe, dragging it down Wade's arm, blood spilling to the
stone floor below.
We catch a brief glimpse of something black, and suddenly,
one of the Ushbati COLLAPSES to the ground, shattering into
pieces! And a hole opens in the ring of skeletons….
Another, longer glimpse of black: it looks like a cape, and
metal glints underneath it, and a second Ushbati falls to
the ground, fragmenting into hundreds of pieces.
Heartened, Wade and Bedros redouble their attack.
Through the loosening ring of skeletons, we get our first
full glimpse of the mysterious figure, who is now standing
in the doorway
Tall, rangy, wearing a knee-length jacket over chain mail
armor of forest green, his eyes burning, this is HADRIAN.
In his hand is a carved longbow, and strapped to his back
is a quiver of black-fletched arrows.
In one fluid, preternaturally quick motion, Hadrian reaches
into the quiver, pulls out a black arrow, nocks it to his
bow, aims and fires, connecting with one of the Ushbati,
who literally EXPLODES, fragments of bone flying in all
directions.
Wade looks in shock and awe at the figure. The two trade
looks, and a shy smile crosses Wade's face.
WADE
(to Bedros)
Who is THAT?
BEDROS
Let us not question our good
fortune, my friend.
(under his breath)
At least not right now.
He shoots a suspicious glance at Hadrian.
The tides turned, the trio is able to quickly dispose of
the remaining Ushbati through sword, sorcery, and archery.
Hadrian steps forward, slinging the bow over his back. He
claps Wade on the back.
HADRIAN
Well fought, my friends, well
fought.
(to Wade)
Quite a sword arm you have there,
my friend!
Wade again smiles, pleased by the compliment. Hadrian
smiles back, and begins to traverse the chamber, picking up
the spent arrows and depositing them back into his quiver.
Bedros, however, merely glares at the tall ranger
suspiciously.
BEDROS
(suspicious)
How did you know we were here?
HADRIAN
(matter-of-fact)
I talk to the Gods.
Wade nods, still in awe of the ranger, but Bedros merely
scoffs.
HADRIAN (CONT'D)
They told me that a mighty
warrior would be coming here.
(beat)
That would be you.
BEDROS
(blushes; modest)
Me? I'm flattered, but I'm no
great warrior.
HADRIAN
(coolly; points to Wade)
Actually, I was talking to him.
BEDROS
(indignant)
Him?
WADE
(blushes)
Me? I'm no great warrior,
either.
HADRIAN
(shrugs; shy smile)
Could've fooled me.
(beat)
Anyway, the Gods told me that I
would assist you in this quest.
So, here I am.
(beat)
Name's Hadrian, by the way.
Hadrian extends his hand to Wade, pointedly ignoring
Bedros. The two clasp hands, hand to elbow, and linger
that way for a long moment.
WADE
I'm Wade. That's Bedros.
HADRIAN
Shall we? After you.
He points to an archway leading deeper into the pyramid.
Wade enters the archway, sword still drawn. Hadrian
follows closely behind.
At last, Bedros, with eyes shooting daggers at Hadrian,
lifts the hem of his robe, and steps over the remnants of
the Ushbati, following the two warriors deeper into the
pyramid.
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INT. UNDERGROUND CAVES - NIGHT
We have a MONTAGE of scenes, with each member of the team
showing off their expertise in various fields.
- In what appears to be a burial chamber (we can tell by
the large sarcophagus in the center of the room), we see
the group each taking a traditional Egyptian weapon from
the display affixed to the walls. (Kennedy takes a bow and
arrow, Kennadrius takes a kukri (a small curved knife), and
Angelus takes a scimitar.)
- Kennedy, with Kennadrius and Angelus looking on, talks to
a Sphinx-like figure carved of stone, which prevents them
from traveling further into the caves. Kennedy is deep in
thought, until she says something to the creature, and it
crumbles into a pile of dust.
- Kennadrius works her way through a large room in which
the floor is filled with holes. From these holes, spikes
intermittently surge upwards in a random pattern.
Kennadrius is nearly impaled more than once, but it always
able to save herself, thanks to her unnatural vampiric
reflexes. When she reaches the far end, she pulls a lever
located in the wall, and motions for the other two to
cross.
- Angelus, in true "pulp-hero" style, fights what appears
to be an enormous bull: only this bull has coal-black skin,
and flames wreathe his head, and sprout from his flaring
nostrils. Rather than his familiar natural weapons,
Angelus is wielding the scimitar we saw him pick up
earlier. It seems that Angelus is getting the worst end of
the battle: his shirt is torn and burnt, hanging off his
muscular frame, and several fresh wounds bleed through his
leather pants. At last, though, Angel's agility advantage
comes into play, and he is able to maneuver the beast into
a corner, and STABS it through the heart repeatedly.
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INT. SEEDY BAR - DAY
We PAN around a seedy bar. (Think 'Willy's' from Buffy,
mixed with the Mos Eisley cantina from "Star Wars").
Music blares, an odd mixture of modern rock, classical
symphony, and other, unidentifiable sources. Demons and
humans mix freely, imbibing liquor, and other, more
dubious, substances.
As the camera pans through the crowd, we see Moira, sitting
alone at a table in the corner. An empty glass is in front
of her, and she has her elbow on the table, and rests her
head forlornly on her raised fist.
In the corner of the frame, we see a trio of relatively
nondescript robed figures watching her intently.
MOIRA
(sighs)
I can't believe they thought
Kennedy would betray them! To be
kept here as "insurance!"
Moira stands and begins to pace nervously.
MOIRA (CONT'D)
After all, I can be just as
useful as Wade or Bedros!
The three figures talk amongst themselves, and as one, they
head towards Moira's table.
INT. UNDERGROUND CAVES - NIGHT
Kennedy, Kennadrius and Angelus walk through the shadowed
caverns, each with a weapon in hand.
ANGELUS
I still find it hard to credit
that I have a soul. That I fell
in love with a Slayer. And not
just any Slayer... the queen of
the Slayers! Or that I like this
"Barry Manilow." Good thing I
have no access to that realm, or
this "lounge singer's" days would
be numbered!
KENNADRIUS
You think you have it bad? Look
at my alter-ego!
She motions to Kennedy.
KENNADRIUS (CONT'D)
She barely looks like more than a
mouthful! Not even worth the
effort of killing! And so pasty
white!
(wistfully)
You'd think that, as a human,
she'd be able to get out and
enjoy the sun once in a while!
She reaches out and pinches Kennedy.
KENNEDY
(to herself)
Now I know why these two have
been fighting for all these
years! Neither can think of
anything but themselves.
Kennadrius, in a blur of motion, leaps forward, fangs
bared, and GRABS Kennedy by the throat.
ANGELUS
(casual)
Tsk, tsk, tsk. As a Slayer, you
should know that one of the perks
of being a vampire.
Preternatural heating.
Kennedy, meanwhile, places the sharpened point of her stake
against Kennadrius's sternum.
KENNADRIUS
You wouldn't!
KENNEDY
(grim)
Try me!
The standoff continues for a tense moment...until there's a
EXPLOSION of dust that fills the screen! As it clears, we
see that, where Kennadrius stood a moment ago, there is now
a pile of dust billowing through the chamber!
ANGELUS
I suppose I should thank you for
getting that bitch out of my
hair.
Kennedy stands.
KENNEDY
(grim)
I didn't do anything.
She bends down and picks up the stake from where it fell.
KENNEDY (CONT'D)
Something else killed her.
VOICE (O.S.)
That's right.
And, suddenly, without warning, there is a figure standing
behind Kennedy! The figure is a tall, lankly, human
looking man. He is clad in traditional Egyptian clothing,
and his robe is covered in glyphs, prominent amongst them
the image of a scarab. His face is made up with kohl, and
an elaborate golden headdress completes the ensemble,
inscribed with the symbol of an upside-down ankh.
Before Kennedy can react, there is a double-bladed Urgrosh
battle-axe at her throat!
FADE OUT:
END ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
INT. UNDERGROUND CAVE - NIGHT
As before. The faux-Egyptian priest snarls mutters a few
words, and a set of crimson bands encircle Kennedy
rendering her motionless! The priest growls, baring
pointed (but not vampire) teeth at Angelus.
PRIEST
(to Angel)
Back! Back, foul beast! Lest I
slit her throat!
Angelus laughs.
ANGELUS
That's it? That's your big
threat? OOOH!, You'll kill a
Slayer?
(laughs)
I'm a vampire! I really couldn't
care less.
The priest seems bewildered by Angelus's response to the
situation.
PRIEST
Taunt me not, Hellspawn!
The priest's hands shake, and the metal of the axe
(accidentally) pierces Kennedy's flesh, drawing a fine line
of blood. We see Angelus lick his lips, fangs extending
involuntarily.
ANGELUS
Y'know, that's not the smartest
thing you could have done.
Angelus takes a few menacing steps forward, and the man
takes the same amount of halting steps backward, still
dragging Kennedy, axe at her throat.
PRIEST
Stay back, I said!
ANGELUS
(to himself)
I knew it! You can't kill her!
You need her.
(Conversationally; to
priest)
It's been awhile since I've seen
a really good "Summoning Spell."
Which one is it? The incantation
of Acathla?
The incendiary flame of Kith
Kanan? The roiling ball of
abysmal flame?
(looks around)
Only, I don't see the necessary
equipment for any rituals.
Where's your ceremonial athame?
The burning brazier? The sacred
chalice to hold the slayers
blood?
(beat)
Yeah, as evil priests go? The
Catholics have you beat, hands
down.
With his free hand, the priest reaches into his robe,
pulling out his holy symbol. It unfurls from his hand as
Angelus recoils, and we see that it is an ankh!
Angelus stares at the priest and then LAUGHS, which seems
to enrage the priest even further!
The priest TOSSES Kennedy aside. Still wrapped in the
mystical crimson bonds, she hits the ground with a bone
jarring thud!
The priest pulls out a curved knife from the sash of his
robe, and looks at it. He seems like he might CHARGE
Angelus.
PRIEST
I am sorry I could not complete
the appointed rituals, Lord, but
please accept the sacrifice of
your willing servant, my Master.
Yaiii, Glabrezu!
He draws the blade across his own palm! Blood begins to
well up in his cupped hand.
Realizing this could be trouble, Angelus LUNGES at the
priest.
At the same moment, we HEAR a whistling noise, and we SEE
an arrow protruding from the priest's neck!
Angelus reaches the priest at the same time that Hadrian,
Wade, and Bedros enter the room. Angelus, now a mindless
killing machine, sinks his teeth into the priests neck
with a feral snarl!
In SLOW MOTION, we see the man's hand twitch, and with his
last breath he turns it, bleeding palm now facing
downwards. We see blood bead and FALL from his palm towards
the dry ground beneath.
BEDROS
NO! Don't let the blood touch
the ground!
Wade leaps forward, removing his cloak in one fluid motion
as he does, trying to catch the droplets of blood before
they hit the ground.
He's too late.
A rumbling sound fills the chamber.
BEDROS (CONT'D)
Well, that's not good.
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