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So you wanna take an
innocent girl, who has no idea

what the hell she's getting into,

and put her transition in the
hands of someone like Wrath.

He's our King.

Show a little respect.

I have a daughter.
She's half human.

She might not
survive the transition.

Don't ask me, Darius.

I can't do it. Not even for you.

- Your blood is pure.
- My Lord.

It would increase the likelihood
of her making it

through the change
as a half-breed.

Beth.

Some guy's car just blew up
outside of Screamer's.

With him in it.

Hey! Looks like you
missed something.

What the hell
happened to your face?

If you don't back up,
I'm gonna do an exposé

on your interrogation techniques.

You know the ones that require casts
and x-rays when you're through?

His name's Billy Riddle?

Do you really think
you'll be able to get him?

Yeah.

Hey, there, Detective.

- How you been, Cherry Pie?
- I'm always good.

I have killed the vampire Darius.

Call the Brotherhood.

Tohrment, Vishous,

Rhage, Phury.

- Nice of you to show up, Z.
- How about you get off my dick?

Master Darius
asked me to give this to you.

Her name is Elizabeth Randall.

Are you going to kill me?

No killing. Protection.

You're almost ready.
Your transition is coming fast.

Hey, baby. You wanna go out?

You wanna go out, honey?

Hey, hey.

Did you hear what I said?
I said come here.

Hey, baby.

You looking for a date?

You wanna ride?

Hey, sugar. How you doin' tonight?

It could be better.

What's it gonna cost
me to buy a smile?

Fifty will get you off good.

Any way you like.

That's too much.

Forty.

- What's your name?
- Cherry Pie.

And you can call
me anything you like.

You'll be fun to interrogate.

Hey, man.

- You wanna see...
- Damn.

She was something.

Marissa?

Marissa, it's time to eat.

Marissa, sister?

I'm not hungry, Havers.

But you missed the
luncheon last night.

As well as First Meal.

I've made some important progress.

I'm going to set you free
from that assassin.

Don't talk about Wrath like that.

He treats you with no respect.

And as for the
Brotherhood? Well...

I hate that they have to exist.

That you, a High-Born,

are exposed to those warriors.

It's horrific.

I don't want to be free of him.

Leave me.

You are beautiful.

Yeah.

Meet at D's. Give me ten.

What's your name?

Wrath.

I got to go.

I might not get back
tonight but I'll try.

But I don’t want you to...

No.

Touch me.

I need to know something, Wrath.

What the hell are you doing here?

I'm here to take
care of you, Elizabeth.

Beth.

I go by Beth.

Beth.

Was it Butch?

Butch?

Who put you up to guard duty?

The man who attacked you,
he was a stranger?

Yes.

Were the police good to you?

They're always good to me.

Have they told you his name?

Billy Riddle.

Sounds more like a Sesame Street
character than a rapist but he...

clearly had an M.O.
and some practice.

I want you to memorize
my number, Beth.

You need to call me
if you feel threatened in any way.

If I don't see you tonight,

I want you to come to 816
Wallace Avenue tomorrow morning.

I'll explain everything.

Come here.

This was not
supposed to be part of it.

Is Wrath your first or last name?

Both.

And Beth?

Hmm?

Don't worry about Billy Riddle.

He'll get what's coming to him.

How are we doin' tonight?

- I'm good to go.
- Hey, hold up.

What's that expression
on your face?

And your shirt.

I'll be dammed, you got
some grind tonight, didn't you?

Zip it, Rhage, I'm
not in the mood.

Was she any good because you don't
look particularly relaxed, my brother.

You know, maybe I
need to teach you...

You will shut up
or you will be six inches shorter.

Your pick, Hollywood.

I'm feeling you. Come on.

You don’t usually waste time
with the females.

I'm just glad you
got off. That's all.

Although, she couldn't
have been all that good

because otherwise
you would still be...

Do not push me
on this one. Got it?

Yeah. Clear.

Whoa.

Rhage, you been
popping shit again?

Where are we on
Strauss's phone, V?

We've got calls to a gym,
a paintball arena,

two martial arts places,
and a mechanics shop.

- Personals?
- Nothing helpful,

disconnected landlines,
untraceable cells.

- Priors?
- Juvie shit with a violent edge.

It fits the lesser
profile perfectly.

Lived in a three-room apartment
over the river, alone,

except for some
guns, the Kevlar vests,

and neglected porn stash.

- Did you grab his jar?
- I'll take it to the tomb later tonight.

Good.

We work in pairs.

We are looking for the
center of ops in this area.

You two, take the gym
and the paintball arena.

Tohr and Rhage,

you get the martial arts joints.

- Vishous, you're with me, mechanics shop.
- Chill.

Too small upstairs
and no basement.

Couple of unknown diners
around the corner.

Frequented by the cops.

Too much exposure for lessers.

I have a craving for some
Grey Goose. Screamer's?

V, I need a favor.

Name it.

Human male, Billy Riddle.
I wanna know where he lives.

Consider it done, my Lord.

What was I thinking?

Hello. Another busy night.

- Bomb?
- Nope.

Dead body.

Prostitute was found with her
throat cut over on Third and Trade.

Come down to the station and you can
see the pictures and read the reports.

Off the record, of course.

I'm on my way.

Okay, boss.

We gotta stop meeting like this.

- Well, I heard you had a new case.
- Sure you have.

Care to comment, Detective?

We issued a
statement this morning.

Which no doubt
said absolutely nothing. Come on.

Can't you spare a
few words for me?

It'll be off the record, I swear.

She was found behind
a bunch of trashcans.

Most of her blood
ended up in the sewer.

The coroner thinks he found
a trace of heroin in her system.

She had sex that evening
but it's not exactly news.

Twenty-one years old,
what a fucking waste.

Oh, my God, this
is Mary. I know her.

From the station?

No. Growing up, we were in the same
foster home for a little while.

I'd run into her
sometimes, usually here.

Yeah. I heard you
were in the system.

Mind if I ask why?

Why do you think? No parents.

Did you find a weapon?

Weapon?

Another throwing star.

More traces
of weird blood on it, not hers.

I also found powdered residue
in two different places.

As if someone
lit off flares on the ground.

Found something
similar behind Screamer's.

Got any plans for dinner tonight?

- Dinner?
- Yeah.

- You and me.
- Uh, yeah.

No.

I mean, thanks but no.

Someday, I'm gonna figure out
why you don't like me.

I do like you.
You don't take shit from anyone.

And thanks for sending
your friend over last night.

Although, I gotta admit, he scared
the hell out of me at first.

- Friend?
- Yeah.

You know the one that looks like
some kind of Goth nightmare?

He's vice, isn't he?

What the hell are
you talking about?

I didn't send anyone over.

My mistake.

Do you think what happened to Mary
and the car bombing are related?

Maybe.

But if someone's really
doing a payback on big daddy,

they'd have hit
higher up the food chain than her.

They'd have gone
after the pimp himself.

Who the hell
was at your apartment last night?

No one.

Like I said, my mistake.

Thanks.

Yeah. I'm gonna stay away
from Wallace Avenue.

Ricky? It's Beth.

Is Detective O'Neal around?

Okay, thanks.

No, no message.

No, I... it's not important.

Thanks.

Hello?

Heard you were looking for me.

Yeah.

- You free for dinner?
- I'll be in front of the paper in 15.

Oh, this is not a...

Date. This is not a date.

I took the liberty of preparing
a repast for you, Master.

Man, Darius liked expensive shit,
didn't he?

Oh, yes, Master.
Only the best for my princeps.

I'm so glad you
decided to stay here.

Not for long.

But you'll have someone
to look after soon.

And she'll be a hell of a lot
easier to live with than I am.

I rather like looking after you.

I will prepare rice again.
I'll make sure the meat is cut.

It was Master Darius' wish
for you to be here.

He was worried about
you... living alone.

No real shellan, no doggen.

He used to say that your isolation
was a self-imposed punishment.

Fritz, you're a fine doggen,

but if you want to stay here, you'll keep
the psych theories to yourself, got it?

My apologies, Master.

It was grossly inappropriate of me
to address you as I did.

Fine job.

Next time, you bring him down
faster though, right?

You know where to go.

Cry, and you'll repeat
the discipline next session.

Now, stay.

You didn't need
to bring that back, Master.

Is there something you required?

Fritz, your job here is solid.
Just wanted you to know that.

This is your home.

- For as long as you want it to be.
- Thank you, Master.

This is your home too... Master.

Found Billy Riddle.

He was arrested
for sexual assault 48 hours ago.

Lives with his daddy,
who happens to be a U.S. Senator.

High-profile background.

Hard to get higher.

Billy boy's been in and out
of trouble as a juvenile.

Violent stuff. Sexual shit.

I had another one of my dreams.

It was about you.

I don't wanna know, my brother.

I really don't.

Just remember, two guards tortured
will happily fight each other.

Evening.

Sensei.

Go get changed. There's
someone I want you to meet.

You know, I think
I want to be a vet.

I think that would be cool.

You know, saving animals.

No.

Billy will sit behind you.

Sensei.

Billy, how are you this evening?

Good.

Good, good.

Do me a favor and
pull your pants up.

Where are we headed?

I thought we'd have
a little friendly competition.

Dinner was great.

- You sound surprised you enjoyed yourself.
- I am, a little.

So, thanks.

Wait.

She's mine.

I'm not doing it for you, am I?

You know how to kiss, O'Neal.
I'll give you that.

So it's not for lack of technique.

Thanks a hell of a lot.

Careful there, Randall. It's bad
enough knowing I don't turn you on.

But that pity on your face
is a real ass burner.

Sorry.

What's up with you and men?

Do you like them?

Us, I mean?

Yeah. Yeah, I like men.

I just keep to myself.

That's a damn shame. Because...

you're terrific.

You really are.

You're pretty fantastic yourself.

I know.

Now, get your butt inside
that building. It's late.

Bye, Butch.

Police! Halt!

Let me see your hands!

Hands!

Let me see your hands!

- What's going on?
- Get back inside.

Hands, asshole, or I'll put a
window in the back of your skull!

- O'Neal...
- Beth, get the fuck out of here!

Shit.

You wanna tell me what you're
doing waltzing around this place?

Out for a walk.

And you?

Do not look at her.

What's your name?

He's Wrath. He told
me his name was Wrath.

Do you have a hearing problem,
sweetheart? Get out of here.

I wanna know who he is, too.

I'll phone in a fucking report
tomorrow morning, how's that?

Jesus Christ.

You got some ID?

Not enough room
in there for a wallet?

Am I gonna find some drugs, too,
or have you sold out for tonight?

O'Neal, be careful.

What's your name?

Are you arresting me?

Yeah. For trespassing.

Concealed weapon. Do you
have a permit for that handgun?

I'm betting no.

Oh, and I'm thinking murder, too.

Your name?

You ever been inside
a body bag, officer?

Don't threaten me.

I'm not.

Stop it, Butch!

Jesus, you're a pain in the ass.

You know that? You wanna get hurt?

He's right. Go inside.

- Go on, Beth.
- Shut up.

- Why did you come to find me?
- I don't want it to come out like this.

- Let me do my job.
- Don't touch her.

Who are you?

Your father sent me.

No.

Taxi!

I need EGT to a 1188 Redd Avenue.

Weapons pick-up.

Let's play nice, shall we?

Wrong way. You
think I won't shoot you?

You should have
stayed out of it, officer.

You should have gone along on
your way and let her come to me.

Don't hurt her.

I'm here to save her.

No! No! Let him go!

Let him go!

Oh, my God, Butch. Are you...

You almost killed him!

Where do you think you're going?

You want me to stick around
so I can get arrested again?

You deserve to be thrown in jail!

Wait, stop!

I said, stop!

Why the hell did you lie?

You don't know my father!

Yes, I did.

Liar!

You're a killer and a liar!

Those throwing stars.

You murdered Mary.

I haven't killed any women.

So, I'm right.

You're a killer.

You've been really hungry lately,
haven't you?

- What?
- Hungry, but not gaining any weight.

And tired.

Your eyes have been stinging too,
especially in the daytime.

You're looking at raw meat
wondering what it tastes like.

Your upper teeth are sore.

Your joints ache, your skin feels
tight. And it's getting tighter.

You've had little
to no sex drive whatsoever,

but men find you
incredibly attractive.

Those orgasms I
gave you last night...

were the first ones
you've ever had.

You feel like you don't belong.
You sense that something is coming,

something monumental, but you don't
know what it is or how to stop it.

If you want to know
what the hell's happening to you,

you need to come with me, now.

You're about to get sick, Beth.

And I'm the only one
who can help you.

I'm not going to hurt you.

I'll take you to
your father's house.

We're out of time here, Beth.

I...

Just so we're clear,
I do not trust you.

And those orgasms
were not my first.

That cop.

Does he mean something to you?

- I asked you a question.
- Go to hell.

Is José there?

Tell him that Butch is
outside the station, in the alley.

He's in need of immediate
medical attention.

O'Neal!

What happened to you?

Get out an APB.

White male, 270.
Dressed in black leather,

wears sunglasses, long black hair.

Suspect's not armed.

Only because I stripped him.

He'll be restocked
in the hour, no doubt.

Jesus.

And a white female
and long dark hair.

Dressed in a blue skirt
and a white blouse.

- Name's Beth.
- I know. She called.

Man, what happened to your neck?

It was used to hold my body
off the ground.

Those weapons get picked up from
the address I called in earlier?

Yeah. We got 'em and the cash.
Who the hell is this guy?

I have no fucking clue.

Is he your lover?

I'm not gonna answer that.

Why?

Because I don't have to.

I don't know you. I don't owe you.

You got to know me
pretty damn well last night.

And I got to know you very well.

Last night was a mistake.

- Didn't feel that way to me.
- Well, then you felt wrong.

Don't trust me.

Don't like me. I
could give a shit.

But don't you ever lie to me.

I can smell the sex
coming off of you right now.

I could take you
down on this sidewalk

and be up that skirt of yours
in a heartbeat.

And you wouldn't
fight me, would you?

The only thing that makes this
god-awful situation remotely bearable...

is the fact that you want me more.

You're right.

I would kill to have you.

So that was it.

You saw Butch and
me kissing in the car?

- Is that why you attacked him?
- I was merely resisting arrest.

Yeah.

- So did you? Did you see him kiss me?
- Yeah, I saw.

And I hated that he
was touching you.

Does knowing that get you off?

Why? Why...

why do you care so much?

We spent one night together.

Not even. It was
a couple of hours.

You don't know this yet...

but you are mine.

Beth.

Look at me.

You're going to be okay.

I'm not going to hurt you.

I'm not going to
let anyone hurt you.

God...

I wish you'd never shown up
at my back door.

I wish I had never seen your face.

Master, I didn't know you were...

Fritz, I'd like you to
meet Beth Randall.

You going to let us in?

Oh, of course, Master.

Ms. Randall, it is an
honor to meet you.

Go ahead.

We'll be in my chamber.

Master, Rhage is here.

He had a... little accident.

Who's Rhage?

You wait here.

That wasn't a request.

And I'm not waiting anywhere.

Fine.

Lose your dinner.

Rhage, man, what's up?

Sliced and diced.

Lesser got me a good one,
right through the vein,

down to the bone.

- Did you get him?
- Hell yeah.

Oh, my God.

- Is he stitching...
- Hey.

Who's the cutie?

Need help?

No. Thanks. I'm
a good little sewer.

Now, who's your friend?

Beth Randall, this is Rhage.

An associate of mine.

Rhage, this is Beth, and she
doesn't do movie stars, got it?

Loud and clear.

Nice to meet you, Beth.

Are you sure
you don't wanna go to a hospital?

No. This one's just messy.

When you can use your
large intestine as a belt loop,

that's when you hit the pros.

You cool?

Damn straight. I'm leaving
here as soon as this is done.

I've got three jars to collect.

Nice tally.

Tohr and the twins are continuing
their work from last night.

They should be here in a couple of
hours to report in, just as you asked.

Tell them to knock first.

This is not your house.

Your father lived here.

Well, then he obviously
had lots of money.

What did he do for a living?

Come with me.

Oh.

After you.

What's down there?

A place where we can talk.

Well, why don't we talk up here?

Because you're going
to want to do this privately.

And my brothers
are likely to show up soon.

Your brothers?

Yes.

How many of them are there?

Five. And you're stalling.

Go on.

Nothing will hurt you down there,

I promise.

So, about my father?

Your father, Darius,
was a worthy male.

He was an aristocrat from the old
country before he became a warrior.

He's...

he was my friend.

He was fast on his
feet, smart as hell,

good with a knife.

He was cultured.

A gentlemale.

Darius never lost his temper,
no matter how nasty things got.

He just stuck to the job at hand
until it was finished.

He died with the full respect
of his brothers.

Fritz tells me he
loved you very deeply.

Was he in the mob too, my father?

We're not in the mob.

Darius inherited his money

and he was very
good at taking care of it.

As his daughter, all
of this is yours now.

Oh, really?

You know, you don't have to lie
to get me in bed.

Look, I'm just going to take off.
This is just...

I can't let you go.

You can't make me stay.

I'm not lying to you.

I've seen my birth records.

My father is listed as unknown,

but my mother told the nurse
that he was dead

just before she went into shock
and died of blood loss.

God...

to think that I might have known
one of them, for one moment.

You are... you are so cruel.

I would almost rather he'd died
than know that he was a criminal

or that we'd lived in the
same town all my life,

but he never came to see me.

Wasn't even curious to know
what I looked like.

He knew.

He knew you.

He watched over you. All
your life, he was never far away.

Beth, look at me please.

On my honor, I
have not lied to you.

He loved you, Beth.

Then why didn't he come for me?

He hoped you wouldn't
have to know him.

That you'd be spared
the kind of life he lived.

Who was my father?

He was as I am.

- What!
- Beth, listen to me.

What, so you can tell me
you're a fucking vampire?

Oh, you sick bastard!

If you want to role-play your
fantasies, do it with someone else.

- Your father...
- No! Don't! Don't!

Do not go there. Don't even try.

You almost had me. You really did.

- Fake teeth.
- Beth!

They're real.

Look closely.

What... don't come near me.

- I'm going to help you.
- No!

Leave me alone!

This isn't real.

No.

I'm waiting to wake up.

To have the alarm go off, but...

it's not going to, is it?

How is this possible?

Vampires?

We're just a different species.

Bloodsuckers. Killers.

Try persecuted minority.

Which was why your father was hoping
you wouldn't go through the change.

Change?

Oh... oh, God.

Don't tell me that I'm going...

What's gonna happen to me?

Your change is going to come fast.

It hits all of us sometime
around our 25th birthday.

I'll teach you
how to take care of yourself.

I'll show you what to do.

After you go through it,
you're going to need to drink.

I'm not killing anyone.

We don't prey on humans.
That's an old wives' tale.

You need the blood of a
male vampire, that's all.

You've never taken... a human?

There are some vampires who do,

but the strength
doesn't last long.

To thrive, we need to
feed off of our own race.

You're going to let me...

You are going to drink from me.

When it's time.

I know this is hard.

You do not.

I had to go through it too.

Did you learn that
you were a vampire...

out of the blue?

I knew who my parents were,

but they were dead
before my transition hit.

I was alone.

I didn't know what
to expect, so...

I know what the
confusion feels like.

Was my mother one too?

She was human, from
what Darius told me.

Can I stop this from happening?

No.

Does it hurt?

- You're going to feel...
- Not me.

Will I hurt you?

No. You won't hurt me.

Could I kill you?

I won't let you.

Promise?

I promise you.

When will it happen?

I can't tell you
for sure, but soon.

Maybe I'll wake up.

Maybe I'll still wake up.