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In the movies, Dracula wears a cape, and some old English guy always manages to

save the day at the last minute with crosses and holy water.

But everybody knows the movies are full of shit.

The truth is, it started with Blade, and it ended with him.

The rest of us were just along for the ride.

What's this chicken scratch?

It's cuneiform.

It's about 4 ,000 years old.

So why here?

Because this is the cradle of civilization.

He would have been comfortable here.

I don't know, Dan. It seems like another dead end.

There's something beneath us.

Did you find a watch?

Is it a body?

Guys? What the fuck? Motherfucker!

Tonight, Dr.

Edgar Vance, forensic psychiatrist and author of the New York Times bestseller,

Human Health, The Whole Being Breakthrough. Also with us, Martin Reed,

police. They'll be here for the next hour, and they'll be taking your calls.

Next, on Bentley Tittle Live.

Okay, Dr.

Vance, you are a psychiatrist.

And a biochemist, isn't that true?

Yes, Bentley, I am both.

And it's for a reason.

I have always believed that true health can only be achieved if we reconcile the

body and the mind. And of course, in order to do that, we have to get rid of

lot of old notions.

Okay, and how does it fit in with vampires?

In the case of vampires, we're dealing with creatures that...

are the repositories of some of our most taboo thoughts.

Okay. Predatory rage.

Yeah. Sexual sadism. Sexual.

Sexual sadism. These are very scary subjects for people to own up to, and

they're right inside.

So what you're saying is we pass the buck onto someone else.

You bet we do. And vampires.

Well, for instance, there's a hereditary blood disease. I talk about it in my

book. It's called porphyria. And the...

Symptoms of this disease are remarkably similar to classic vampire traits.

The people who suffer from this disease are anemic.

They become intolerant to sunlight.

They can't handle garlic.

Garlic. Chief Reed, okay, what's your take on all these rumors we've been

hearing about vampires?

Vampires, vampires, what?

The only vampires I'm worried about are the ones passing the bar exam.

Seriously, though.

If vampires existed, don't you think we would have found them by now?

Now, the truth is, our streets have never been safer.

Homicide, assaults, violent crime is down across the board. People want to be

concerned. We should focus in on characters like this Blade criminal.

Now, that's the guy I want to hear about. I want to hear about this

Blade. What about him? He's a sociopath that we've been pursuing.

Blade is a troubled individual.

I understand that he is under the impression that there is a vast

vampires.

Now, you've got to look at the psychiatric underpinnings of a belief

Odds are, he believes that he is out there slaying monsters.

But what he's really doing is trying to kill aspects of himself.

Don't break any of that.

Got it. Get in the way, pal. I'm just going to need you.

Go.

Staked you with silver.

Why aren't you ash?

Why aren't you smarter?

Not a vampire. Dumb shit!

Set your sorry ass up.

Oh, Blade.

What the fuck happened tonight?

How should I know?

It was human.

You're getting reckless, Blade.

Killing vampires is clean.

The ash don't leave any evidence behind.

Killing humans is messy. You better hope nobody ID'd you.

This worked really good.

What's this?

A new delivery system for your serum.

It's an effervescent inhaler. Just bite down on the mouth guard.

Delivery's automatic.

Some friends of mine made it.

Friends?

Yeah. You remember those?

It was horrible. The one car crashed, and then the guy in the coat was

the other guy.

It looked like there was a lot of blood. Thank you. That was just a taste of the

mayhem that occurred during tonight's brazen shootout that left at least four

people dead.

Now, apparently, an anonymous citizen captured the whole event on video. Hey,

Ray. We've got a lead.

Let's get to playing, Wilson.

Time to take these cowboys down.

That's what I'm talking about.

What's he been doing?

Fuck all this feeding. Been through five of them so far.

Do you think we have enough security?

We didn't capture him. He allowed us to take him in. You understand?

I'm going to go in.

You shouldn't have walked away.

We had to.

Your blood, your sacrament, can set us free now.

What makes you think I care?

Your people need you. My people?

You're nothing but shadows of your former selves.

Look how far you've fallen.

The world's changed since your time. The humans have a new hunter.

Blade.

And you'd like me to kill him, wouldn't you?

Yes.

Subject is heading west.

Got him.

Congratulations. You're famous.

Somebody nailed us.

Faces all over the papers, television, media's eating it up.

Like I care.

Well, you should.

Something like this, taking out a human, as far as the rest of the world's

concerned, you're public enemy number one.

Didn't notice it was a popularity contest.

Damn it, Blade. Don't you see what they're doing?

They're waging a goddamn PR campaign.

Now it's not just vampires we gotta worry about.

We're gonna have to take on the rest of the world, too.

You worry too much, old man.

That's why we're still alive, goddammit.

I've been doing this since before you were born, Blade.

You're like a son to me.

I'm sorry I got old on you.

I see you alone, surrounded by enemies, and it breaks my heart.

We can't win this war alone.

What about him?

You know, fatties, they taste like Cheetos.

Oh, no, I like him.

Wait, what about that?

Shrunken, apple -headed, biatch -a -fucking -saurus over there.

Fucking blow me, man. Just pick one already. Jesus Christ.

Oh, got it, got it.

Keep me on board.

Oh, looks like we got ourselves a combo wheel.

Chickie, chickie, chickie, chickie, chickie.

Apenly. No!

No!

No!

Scream if this hurts you guys.

Fuck you.

We will leave it at this.

What is it?

What you learn about.

Move a finger and you're dead.

How's about this one?

He's got something in his hand.

Get out, blade!

Don't shoot!

Rise and shine, sleepyhead.

Special Agents Ray Cumberland, Wilson Hale, FBI.

We've been tracking you a long time.

What's the... Dead.

Just like all your victims.

Say, how many people have you killed, Blade?

30? 40? 50?

1 ,182.

But they were all familiars.

People who work with them.

And by them, you mean vampires, right?

Say, so how do you kill these bloodsuckers, tough guy? Maybe you could

few pointers.

You can stake them, right? Well, what about sunlight? I mean, they ain't

sunlight, right?

Yeah, well, what about crosses? Do they still work, Wilson, in this day and age?

I don't know, Ray. I mean, what if Mr. Homie Vampire's, like, Jewish?

That's a good point.

And what about garlic? Does that work on Hindu vampires?

Or do you need, like, saffron or some shit?

That was quick. Thank you.

You can keep doing your song and dance as long as you want, Blade.

It's not going to play.

We know what you are.

You're a stone -cold killer. And you're sick as fuck.

Let's leave the diagnosis to the professionals.

Hello, Blade.

My name is Dr. Vance. I've been charged with giving you a psychiatric

evaluation.

Gentlemen, would you mind giving us just a couple of minutes alone?

you must find this very frightening.

But I want you to know that I'm here to help.

And in order for me to do that, I'm going to have to ask you a couple of

questions.

Okay?

You know, Blade, the darndest thing, I was signing in at security and couldn't

remember the date.

Do you know what day it is?

How about the president?

You know who that is.

Who's in the White House right now?

That's who.

I think somebody here wants to talk about vampires.

Vampires.

See, for everyone else, it's kind of silly.

I had a set of wax teeth when I was seven years old.

It was fun.

I could be somebody else.

But I want to hear you talk about vampires.

What can you tell me about them?

They exist.

Are you one of them?

Sometimes, the scariest monster of all is the one in the mirror.

Tell me about blood.

You drink blood.

Do you ever feel sexually aroused?

It just strikes me that this business of vampirism has a very strong

element of sexual confusion.

Nuzzling into someone's neck.

A nocturnal visit.

promises a delicious physical intimacy.

A very sweet taste of saliva mixed with skin.

Oh, sounds good to me.

But where's it come from?

That's what I want to know.

And I'm starting to wonder what your relationship with your mother was like.

He's psychotic. No shit.

For his safety and for the public, I'm recommending that he be transferred

immediately to... That man is my prisoner.

He's wanting a connection with a laundry list of federal crimes. Hold on,

gentlemen. We're in my jurisdiction now. You got a problem with that, you talk

to the local magistrate. That man is my prisoner.

Don't fuck with my thing. There's a team from the hospital affecting the

transfer. You're supposed to be working with us on this, Chief. Not this time.

And the usual dose for this sort of thing is two, three hundred milligrams.

But I think with a big strapping hybrid like yourself, you can't get up to a

couple thousand.

You don't have a problem with needles, do you?

There. That wasn't so bad, was it?

Ooh, you're weak.

And neither yourself.

It's the end, Blake.

All their plans are coming to fruition.

That's why you're still alive, God damn it. You're like a son. You're like a

son. You're like a son to me.

I'm sorry I got old. I'm sorry I got old on you.

I see you alone. I see you alone.

Surround my hands.

You break my heart.

Hi, Blade.

So glad to finally meet you.

I am such a fan.

I like your tattoos.

Do they mean anything?

Are you okay?

Are you tired?

You're not so big.

You're all alone, Blade.

No one's gonna help you now.

Wake up, Blade.

Whistler! This way!

Blaze! You're dead!

Hey, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, where are you going?

Where the fuck is he going?

This is supposed to be a rescue!

Get back, get back!

Come down!

I can't shoot around corner.

I can.

Okay, we're fucked.

We're fine.

Forgot my sword.

Come on.

We

got

him.

We'll be there soon.

Who the hell are you people?

Well, my name is Hamble King.

This little hellion right here is Apgay.

Whistler's daughter.

Thought the vampires killed Whistler's family.

They did.

I was born later out of wedlock.

When I came of age, I tracked my dad down and I told him I wanted in.

Been doing it ever since.

Welcome to the honeycomb hideout.

How do you bankroll this operation?

I date a lot of older men.

Come on, man. I'm joking.

You met Dex.

This is Hedges.

Summerfield. She's the one who built that new serum inhaler of yours.

That runt you saw earlier, that was Summerfield's daughter, Zoe.

We call ourselves the Night Stalkers.

Sounds like rejects from a Saturday morning cartoon.

We were going to go with the Care Bears, but that was taken.

How many of you are there?

There's enough.

We operate in sleeper cells.

When one goes down, another cell activates to pick up the slack.

And consider us your reinforcements.

What, you amateurs are supposed to be helping me?

You?

Look at you.

You're kids.

You're not ready to roll with this.

I mean, look at the way you're dressed.

What, that's supposed to be tactical?

What is this? What is that? Fuck you.

It's a joke, huh?

The fuck is wrong with you? You think this is a joke?

You think this is a fucking sitcom?

Okay, first off, that's just rude.

Second, I'm pretty sure we saved your ass back there.

I'm impressed.

Look, Blade, my father meant for us to help you.

Like it or not, we are all you got.

What the hell makes you think you know about hunting vampires?

Well, just for starters, I used to be one.

Do I pass the audition?

Rookies.

Fucking Hamilton!

I should have ripped his bleeding heart out when I had the chance.

We had Blade.

We had him!

And don't tell me I told you so, Asher.

What's wrong, Half -Pint? You need a time -out?

Blow me.

We got caught with our pants down.

Pants down?

They pretty much fucking ass -raped us.

Oh, you loved it.

As you've been told.

About your failure.

Yes.

Maybe it's time I joined the game.

You know the kind of woman that just screams trouble?

You fear, and every warning bell in your brain starts going off. But she still

managed to ask for her number.

Well, that's all I ever hook up with.

But this Betty... She blew them all away in the shitstorm sweepstakes.

Her name is Danica Talos.

You met her earlier.

And unlike typical vampires, her fangs are located in her vagina.

Moving on.

The man on her left is her brother, Asher. And this walking diaper stain is

Jarko Grimwood.

I picked Danica up in a bar and spent the next five years playing hide -and

-suck as her little vampire cabana boy.

Eventually, Abigail found me.

Summerfield managed to treat me with a cure, and now I kill them.

And that's basically turning a frown upside down.

We need to pool our resources, Blade.

We? Yeah, we.

He's come back.

Take a look at this.

You gotta be kidding me.

Where'd you guys get this stuff?

I stole most of it.

Danica had a huge collection.

He had stonework, ironwork, weaponry, art.

This stuff, it shows up everywhere. This symbol, this glyph. It's on everything

in here.

He is real. You dig beneath all the myths, all the layers of bullshit that

cluttered our culture for the last 500 years, and eventually, you're going to

strike the truth.

So the movies are true.

Lots of movies are just a comforting fairy tale compared to the real deal.

Bram Stoker, he wrote a good yarn. But the events that he described back in

1897, God, that was just a tiny piece of the mosaic. The real Dracula, to his

origins, date back much, much earlier than that.

How early?

Try six or seven thousand years.

That's the piece of his armor.

What if we were able to extrapolate a basic idea of what this fucker looked

like? Check this out.

Dracula's only one of the names he's gone by.

The Babylonians worshipped him as Dagon, and now they call him Drake.

If you believe in the legends, he was born in ancient Sumeria.

Nobody really knows the

specifics of his origin, but we do know this.

He was the first of his kind.

The Patriarch.

of hominous nocturnal.

He was born perfect.

And just like the great white shark, this guy has never had to evolve.

Forget the movies, forget the books, there's no happy ending with this guy.

He's been there, moving behind the scenes, cutting a bloody fucking path

the ages until suddenly, just like that,

he up and disappeared.

And then we heard a rumor the vampires were searching for him.

Some say he'd been sleeping through the ages, but he'd retreated from a world

he'd become disgusted with.

And according to our information, they found him in Iraq about six months ago.

And he was pissed.

You sell vampire merchandise?

Uh, yeah.

Look around.

You might have a few things.

We've got Dracula lunchboxes. Did you see those?

There's bobbleheads, keychains.

This is funny.

We've got just about anything.

Even vampire vibrators.

Here, check this out.

Dracula.

Makes you want to cry, doesn't it?

Was there something special you needed?

Hey, guy.

She's talking to you.

What?

You want to kiss me, pretty boy?

Why wake up Drake now?

That's exactly what we've been trying to figure out.

When I was under the Fang, there used to be talk about some kind of vampire

final solution.

But I could never figure out why they'd want to destroy their food source. I

mean, that makes no sense, right?

They've always had plans for the human race, and it seems likely that whatever

they're cooking up, Drake's return is part of it. Let's face it, we are

a losing battle here.

So we kill a few hundred of them a year, big deal. There are thousands of them

out there, maybe tens of thousands.

We need a new tactic.

Like what?

A biological weapon.

For you sighted people.

Here's a little show and tell.

For the last year, I've been working with synthesized DNA in order to create

artificial virus targeted specifically at vampires.

We're calling it Daystar.

Think about it, Blade.

We could wipe them all out in one single move.

So what's been holding you back?

The lethality in vampires is still spotty. The bottom line is we need a

strand of DNA to work with.

We need Dracula's blood. Because Dracula is the progenitor of the vampire race,

his DNA is still pure.

It hasn't been diluted by a hundred generations of selective mutation.

We get his blood.

We can boost Daystar's viral efficacy to 100%. All the vampires go bye -bye.

So, can we just go right ahead and sign you up for one of our secret Night

Stalker Dakota rinks?

Oh.

Holy shit.

Gentlemen, and... Hottie, we have a wide assortment of ass -kickery for your

viewing pleasure today.

Electronic pistol.

Comes in a variety of tasty calibers.

Explosive rounds.

Yeah. With a concentrated burst of UV light instead of your standard hollow

points. I call them sundogs.

Hedges. Supersize me, sweetheart.

This little pea shooter. It's a modified version of the Army's objective

individual combat weapon.

Pick your poison, sundogs, steaks. He's seeking many rockets.

Basically, whatever gets you hard, this puppy will pump them out. Of course, he

doesn't have the range of a sword, but... Oh, God.

Over here, we call this the UV arc.

Whoa. The two points are connected by a powerful UV laser. Yes.

This bad boy's half as hot as the sun if we cut through vampires like a knife

through butter.

We're still trying to throw it out back from fiction when it comes to Dracula.

Turning in the mist?

Kind of doubt it.

With general shape -shifting?

Maybe.

Not into a bat or a wolf or anything like that, but another human with

could be possible.

Because he wouldn't have a traditional skeletal structure, something more like

snake with thousands of tiny bones.

I have a question about that, Hedges.

Have you ever been laid?

Many times.

With ladies.

Time for a little fresher.

Weakest link.

The vampire trainer commander's always been there.

Familiar. Since the vampires can't go out in the daylight.

They get the humans to do all that dirty work.

We bleed the water beads.

So they'll lay there and take us right to the feet.

I got you some new wheels.

You took care of it, man.

Wow.

She's making playlists.

She likes to listen to MP3s when she hunts.

It's like her own internal soundtrack, you know?

Darkcore, trip -hop, whatever kids are listening to these days.

Me, I'm more of a David Hasselhoff thing, you know?

Eventually, you know your head is going to pop off.

Fuck, no, no, please, please, please. Who's your handler?

I don't know my fucking handler, I swear, I swear. Oh, shit, please,

Oh, it's you.

I'll take that.

Come on, let's go, come on.

This is Dr. Vance, your page mate.

It's for you.

Yeah, go ahead.

Hello?

You know, at some point, you might want to consider sitting down with somebody.

You know, have a little share time.

Kick back, get in touch with your inner child, that sort of thing.

Also, just a thought, but you might want to consider blinking once in a while.

I'm sorry. I had a lot of sugar today.

Hey, you just can't walk in.

Excuse me, sir.

Don't do that.

Where's Van? I'm sorry, but you can't do that.

Can I, uh, can I help you? Been with me?

Time for payback.

All right, Vance, what the hell do you know?

Oh, Jesus.

It's him!

Abby! Jake!

So, you're the hunter they all fear.

I had a feeling about you. Yes!

Shoot him! Go ahead, Blade.

Show me what you're made of.

Go, go,

go, go.

Careful, Daywalker.

I've been told about you. Your weakness for humans.

Why'd you kill Vance?

It outlived his purpose.

He died a good death.

Quick. Clean.

I wouldn't know anything about that.

You will.

How were you able to survive in sunlight?

Haven't you read Stoker's fable?

I was the first of the vampires.

So that's why they brought you back.

Of course.

They believed through me they could become Daywalkers.

Look at them down there.

Scurrying around like insects.

They don't know anything about honor or living by the sword.

Not like you and I do.

Do you think they could ever grasp what it means to be immortal?

You're not immortal.

I must have heard hundreds of you rodents make the same claim.

Each one of them has tasted the end of my sword.

Perhaps I will too then.

But I think it is more likely the next time we meet, you fall before mine.

Cash!

Goochie -goo.

Did you see that guy?

We're going to lose, man. We're going to... Oh, God!

We're going to fucking lose!

What if the one lesbian vampire said to the other?

Shut up, King.

See you in 28 days.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on. What is that? What are you doing?

It's an elastic protein, okay? It's going to stop the hemorrhaging.

Okay. Is it going to hurt?

It's going to sting a little. Really?

Hey!

I had a family once.

Wife, two daughters.

Then a drifter came calling one evening.

A vampire.

He toyed with them first.

tried to make me decide which order they die in.

I've been doing this a long time, since before you were born.

I don't want this life for you, Emmy.

Hey,

Blade.

I've got a question for you.

Say we're successful. Say we wipe out all the vampires.

What then, huh?

You ever ask yourself that?

And somehow I don't picture you teaching karate at the local Y.

He hates me, doesn't he?

Yeah.

Why do you wear that symbol?

Old habits.

I was a good Catholic schoolgirl.

I was there when they crucified him.

He died for their sins.

Not mine.

Then what are your sins?

Would you care to confess them?

Take it off.

Why?

I will make you a better one.

There's an old saying, kill one man, you're

a murderer.

Kill a million, a king.

Kill them all.

Why do you do that?

Because there's something bad inside of me.

This keeps it from getting out.

Why can't you just be nice?

Because the world isn't nice.

I found where the vampires are working.

Biomedica Enterprises.

They've been buying up all sorts of supplies.

Check it out.

Tac -Palm Berets.

Bone Marrow Growth Supplement.

Genetic Sequencing Enzymes.

You want a party favor?

Lucky 7.

Silver Holo Points.

Done.

You wanted to see me?

We've got trouble.

Got a little moonlighting, Chief?

Shit.

What

are

you doing here?

Spill it.

You know what we're doing.

What's inside?

Now, what's behind door number one?

I can't tell you. They'll kill me. Kill you, motherfucker. I'll kill you.

I'll just enjoy it better.

What is this place?

It's a blood farming facility.

Vampires decided that hunting humans on a piecemeal basis was too inefficient.

Why kill your prey when you can keep them alive?

Under optimal conditions, a donor can generate anywhere from 50 to 100 pints

blood.

Productive.

Where do you get all these people?

They got processing centers in every major city.

In any given time, there's what?

Two, three million homeless wandering around America?

They just pull them in off the streets.

Nobody cares about them.

We're doing this country a service, really.

Vampire Final Solution.

Are they aware?

Do they feel anything?

They're in a chemical -induced coma.

They're brain dead.

Look at this.

It's the future you want.

Don't you think they have a place for you in their future?

We don't have a choice.

They're going to win. Can't you see that?

He's come back.

There's nothing stopping him now.

Just me.

Let's go.

You got 20 seconds.

Winnie.

Shut down password. What is it?

Harvest.

Put it in.

Gnome King, having never tried to be good, was very bad indeed.

Having decided to conquer the land of Oz...

Who?

Your dad.

Mom, the lights are weird.

What do you mean?

They're going on in the room.

Guys?

Zoe, I want you to go, and I want you to hide, okay? Like we talked about.

Good.

Something's not right.

King!

Zoe! Zoe!

Use it.

Use it.

Use it.

His name's Pac -Man.

We've been porting the vampire gene into other species.

Experimenting. You made a goddamn vampire Pomeranian?

Yes.

Precious, isn't he?

Well, that depends who you ask, because clearly this dog has a bigger dick than

you.

And when the fuck did you see my dick, fuckface?

I was talking to her.

Poor King.

You look so... Disgusting!

No, give me that chair.

You're tasting a little bland, lover.

Are you getting enough fatty acids in your diet? Have you tried lake trout?

Mackerel? How about you take a sugar -frosted fuck off the end of my dick?

And how about everyone here not saying the word dick anymore?

It provokes my envy.

Tell us about Blade King.

What's this weapon he's been planning?

I can tell you two things.

One,

your hairdo is ridiculous.

Two, I ate a lot of garlic.

And I just farted.

Silent but deadly.

Spit it out, you fucking fruitcake.

All right.

Fuck, I'll tell you about the weapon.

It's a new flavor crystal for me. Twice the chocolatey goodness. Half the

calories plus it helps with my tooth to get better.

You're brave, kid.

I'll give you that.

But underneath all that swagger, I know what you really fear.

What would hurt you more than anything.

You don't want to go back to being one of us, do you?

I'm going to fight you again, King.

And I'm going to leave you here while you turn.

I'm going to watch you.

Bring the little girl in here for you to feed on.

Now we're getting somewhere, my pet.

Are you alright?

Yeah, I'll be fine.

Don't let it turn into it.

Ever since I can remember, I've had this knife of

sadness in my heart.

And as long as it's there, I'm strong and I'm untouchable.

The moment that I take it out.

He's one of ours. My name is Calder.

I'll be your driver this evening.

Summerfield left you a video message.

If you're watching this, I'm already dead.

Zoe's alive.

I want you to promise me that you'll take care of her, okay?

I've been reading the Oz books every night.

We just started reading The Emerald City of Oz.

You know, the one with the gnome king.

I think I've managed to cultivate a workable strain of the Daystar virus.

As a precaution, I transmitted the genetic sequence to Calder in case our

stock was destroyed.

In order for it to achieve maximum lethality, you're going to need to

it with Drake's blood.

Now, if it works...

Every vampire in the immediate vicinity should die almost instantly.

There's one other thing.

Blade, you need to know there's a chance the virus could destroy you too.

Because you're a hybrid, I'm not sure if your immune system will be able to

tolerate it.

I'm sorry.

We just didn't have enough time to properly test it.

So, shall we take a look at the plague, General?

I only had time to fabricate a small amount of Daystar.

However, I was able to outfit it with a compressed

gas projectile.

It can be shot from one of the four -barrel rifles or a bow.

Either way, you must be sure that the shot counts.

You simply don't have enough for a second shot.

Do you know who I am?

You're the Gnome King.

Ah.

The Gnome King.

How sweet.

Tell me, child.

Do you want to die?

I'm not afraid.

I'll go to heaven.

There is no heaven.

No God.

No angels.

The only thing in your future is nothingness.

But what if you could change that?

What if you could remain a child forever?

Wouldn't you like that?

Wouldn't you accept that gift?

My friends are going to kill you.

And I'm sorry you did that.

Why?

Nobody's coming for you, king shit.

Sure they are.

See, one of the things you fuckheads need to know about us night sockets is

when you join a club, you get all sorts of groovy little door prizes.

And one of them is this nifty little tracking note surgically implanted in

body.

Bullshit. See, when one of us goes missing, the other stages dial up the

satellite, which is in space.

And then presto, instant cavalry.

You like that, huh?

Go fuck your sister.

Okay, King.

Where is this tracking node of yours?

It's in my left ass cheek.

Fine.

It's in my right ass cheek.

Okay, I'm serious now.

It's in the meat of my butt, just below the Hello Kitty tattoo.

Seriously, just pull down my tiny waist and see for yourself.

Enough! It's not funny anymore.

No, it's not, you horse -humping bitch.

But it will be a few seconds from now.

Huh? See that tickle that you're feeling in the back of your throat right now?

That's atomized colloidal silver.

It's being pumped through the building's air conditioning system, you cock

-juggling thunder -cunt!

Which means the fat lady should be singing, right?

About now.

Do you have a cell phone?

up here.

Where's Zoe? Thanks, Connor.

Thank you.

Brought your toys.

Try to keep up.

Let's get you out of here.

You're a cute little guy, aren't you?

Good little puppies. Yeah, you're going to stay.

Stay.

Oh, there's Grace.

Hey, dickface, you seen my dog?

Have you tried the lobby?

Thank you.

Fuck.

Come on, gang.

Dick.

Ready to die.

I was born ready, motherfucker.

Yeah. Oops.

What the fuck are you doing?

No!

Are you ready to die?

Mother -

in their kittens. I'll get help.

Funny, isn't it?

All this time my people were trying to create a new kind of vampire.

And one already existed.

I don't need to survive.

The future of our race rests with you.

a gift.

But remember this, sooner or later.

And Blade?

The virus didn't kill him.

Because he was a hybrid, his heart never stopped beating.

It simply slowed down.

And so he slept, waiting for the moment when he could walk the earth again.

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.

Yo, yo, it's the feast of the blood with sin. Unleash the beast within.

I walk around with a strength of a hundred men.

Do best they want before I count to ten. Blood dripping from my canines like a

thousand pens.

The shape -shifting mirror image, flash phototype. The everlasting vision, the

red platotype.

Come on. Walk with me. Come on. Walk with me. Walk with me. Come on. Walk

me. Come on. Walk with me. Come on. Walk with me. Walk with me. I strike back

with a vengeance to father your descendants, and I can't be deflected on

silver cross pendants.

Bloody holy water, you make the false images.

Much weed from the sickle. Your life diminishes.

Sing like the scorpion. Strike with the force again.

My blood is known to be vitalized. across the bench in the last eight. They

that they would walk against the Blacks.

You don't even know me You can't even see me

Friendly of the daylight Now I'm back, now I'm back again

Don't be scared, baby

Can't you see I'm thirsty?

Friends of the daylight.

Let me drink, let me drink, my friend.

Don't be scared, baby.

Don't be afraid.

Friends of the daylight.

And I'm back and I'm back again.

Never going nowhere.

You can't run from me.

Say goodnight, baby.

Can I drink, can I drink again?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Can we drink, can we drink, my friend?

Don't be scared, baby.

Don't be scared, baby.

Can't you see I'm thirsty?

And I'm back, and I'm back.

We logo on the side of the purse. And those tight mid -60s about to make me

burst. I can't think. Let me sink into your guzzler. Come have a drink with the

thirsty love guzzler. From the dark side, baby, don't be afraid.

You can't fight the thirst nor escape the blade.

I've been strooping you, hoping you'd be open to it. Take a sip of the potion

because it's overdue. It's not your ordinary.

It's a special brew.

In the heat of the night, I will rescue you.

Going nowhere.

You can't run from me.

Day and night, baby.

Can I drink? Can I drink again?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Can we drink? Can we drink, my friend?

Don't be scared, baby.

Don't be scared, baby.

Can't you see I'm thirsty?

And I'm back, and I'm back.

and i'm back and i'm back again