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♪ ♪

( panting )

( tires screech )

( engine revs )

( engine rumbling )

♪ ♪

( tires screech )

( engine revs )

( panting )

( footsteps approach )

You know what happens next.

Da.

( grunts and yells )

( knife clatters on ground )

( groans )

( growls )

♪ ♪

( screams )

Where you shipping the bodies?

Detroit.

Who's taking possession?

Van Sciver. Marcus Van Sciver.

Okay.

You can go.

You're kidding, yes?

Yes.

♪ ♪

You lost?

These streets are dangerous.

I can take care of myself.

Oh, really?

And, um...

these can take care of you.

Well, bring 'em in.

Mm!

Not here.

We're going to go for a little ride.

Where are we?

A friend of mine.

What is this place?

Oh, you're going to love it, sweetheart.

Hey, you robbing me, asshole?

Just wait here a second, beautiful.

What the hell's in there?

Don't worry about it.

( growling )

( screaming )

( growling, screaming )

It's easier if you don't struggle, honey.

Fifty bucks? Cheap whore.

( screaming continues )

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

It's a disaster.

Just the way you like it.

Barred windows, plenty of space,

and if we get bored,

there's a ping-pong table in the back.

I know how much you love ping-pong.

I've taken you to half a dozen sites.

Could be sealed up tighter than a frog's ass

and you've pissed on every one of them.

You said we had to move fast.

We do.

Well, then pick a place to throw down your sleeping bag.

Set up shop.

Thanks, Marcus.

You don't know how much this means to me.

You deserve this, Zack. You've been such a good boy.

ZACK: It hurts, right?

But it's like the last time

you ever really feel pain?

There's only pleasure ahead, baby.

( breathing heavily )

ZACK: Hey, Marcus, is there anything I should know?

Get out of the car.

Is there a speech I need to say

or a prayer or something?

We're not really ones for prayer.

But we are big on unity, Zack,

and trust is an important part of that unity.

That's why we brought you here.

Great... Aah!

MARCUS: The House of Chthon has a lot of locked doors,

doors meant to hold my secrets.

You've been peeking through a lot of keyholes, Zack.

Too many.

Wait! Wait!

She's home!

( laughs )

My baby girl's home!

Oh, I missed you.

♪ ♪

( indistinct conversations )

Hi, Uncle Pat.

Hey! It's great to have you back.

Mm. It's great to be back.

I heard about the accident you saw.

You know, I run a vet support group

out in Pontiac if you need it.

How about that beer?

Works, too.

For awhile.

You should eat something.

I will in a little while.

Where's Zack?

He was arrested last week.

Listen...

I'm thinking we should all sit down

and have a nice long talk before he winds up in prison.

Waste of time.

Mom, he's not a bad guy. He's just a little lost.

Why do you always defend him?

Because nobody else will.

Look, why don't we just

cool down a bit...

( doorbell ringing )

It's probably Zack right now.

Is this the family of Zack Starr?

Yes.

I'm sorry. There's been a shooting.

I know this is very difficult for you, Ms. Starr.

( sighs )

It's my brother.

Twin brother, right?

Yeah.

What is that?

Oh, that-- that's a gang sign. I've seen it around.

He wasn't in a gang.

Yeah? When was the last time you saw him?

Two years ago.

Well... a lot can change in two years.

Zack wasn't in a gang.

We're doing everything we can to find out who did this. Hey.

REPORTER: ...three men wounded tonight in the East Side,

when an unidentified man fired an assault rifle.

This continues a wave of violence

that's hit the city over the last two months.

The Mayor called it

a priority of the city earlier this morning

after the body of Zack Starr, an alleged gang member,

was discovered by the Detroit River.

This is the tenth gang-related death

in less than three weeks.

Authorities are asking anyone with information

to please come forward.

Back to you, Bill.

You finished?

Yeah, I'm finished.

Security, media feeds and infrared are on-line.

Sun's down.

Time to make some new friends.

( engine revving )

Uh, Blade...

try to do this quietly.

Yeah, that's my MO.

( hard rock playing )

♪ ♪

( beeping )

♪ ♪

How's it feel?

Mmm... it hurts.

TATTOO ARTIST: A good tattoo always does.

That's not a butterfly on your bikini line

or some five-minute shit like that.

It doesn't count until you've been

under the needle for at least an hour.

How long you been working for Van Sciver?

( screaming )

Tell me what I want to know.

Screw you! Get him off me!

( yells )

What do you want to know? I'll tell you.

I'll tell you.

What the hell? I told you I'd talk.

Sorry. I didn't hear you.

( cell phone dialing )

( phone ringing )

You've reached Detective Brian Boone, Robbery-Homicide.

I'm unavailable right now.

If this is an emergency, hang up and dial 911,

otherwise leave a message after the tone.

♪ ♪

( sighs )

Zack.

( rustling )

Hey!

Oh!

( exhales sharply )

( Boone laughing )

Yeah, come on in.

No, no, no, no, no. I got to go.

I'm sorry about that. Hello.

I left some messages.

And you are...?

Krista Starr.

Krista St...

Oh, right, the dealer's sister.

My brother wasn't a drug dealer.

Or a gang member.

Right, that took place in...

Here we are.

The, uh... the docks, right?

I was just at his apartment and there was

this man there going through his stuff.

Yeah? What'd he look like?

Black, dressed in black.

Oh, black-- that narrows it down.

He could be a suspect or he could know something.

Can I see my brother's file?

No.

Maybe I could help.

I was a sergeant in the Army.

Well, this ain't the Army. Listen.

Your brother got caught up

in something he shouldn't have.

Got in over his head, he pissed off the wrong people.

Just like these guys.

My brother isn't like every single one of these guys.

Look, people like this-- all they end up doing

is taking up file space, you understand?

Yeah.

I understand.

( phone ringing )

Have a nice day.

Boone.

( Boone laughing )

MAN: It was my woman's car, man!

Get off me!

I didn't steal nothing! Come on, man!

Hey, Pancho.

Get off me!

Shut that guy up.

Get off me!

( alarm blaring )

( indistinct shouting )

Son of a bitch.

( alarm continues blaring )

( gasping )

( groaning )

What? I got hungry, too.

I miss those inhalers.

I'm working on it.

Work faster.

Dude, most of Summerfield's notes were destroyed, alright?

The serum that keeps the thirst away is easy to replicate,

but the inhalers work on a totally different system.

You see, they allow you to generate hemoglobin.

Humans have genes that develop proteins,

but vampirism disables the links between those.

Now the inhalers help to fuse those chains...

Figure it out!

You're supposed to be the smart one.

Yeah, I'm the good-looking one, too.

Got any leads on what Marcus is up to?

I cracked open a dozen familiars last night.

If they knew what he was really doing in Detroit,

so would I.

Well, can't hide forever.

He's Detroit's great white hope.

The guy started some kind of Renaissance movement

two years ago.

Restored a dozen buildings from the late 1800s,

preached about the historical value of the city,

past shows us the way to future, blah, blah, blah.

It's only a matter of time

before he shows his smug little face.

( slams down magazine )

When he does, he'll be surrounded by the press.

( sighs )

He'll be hard to get close to.

And you... don't exactly blend in.

( growling )

( clattering )

Damn!

Danny Milano?

Yeah.

Do I know you?

I'm Zack's sister.

Don't know him.

( yells in pain )

He's the guy you got arrested with last week.

I don't know who you think I am.

I'm not...I'm not.

( hammer cocks )

Did you kill my brother?

No, no, no freakin' way. Why would I want to kill Zack?

Your memory coming back?

He lived up the street from me. We hung around.

Who wanted him dead?

I don't know.

People disappear around here all the time.

What is that?

Gang sign?

It's just a tattoo.

Of what?

Psycho bitch.

Yeah. Hey.

Um...

Zack's sister showed up.

I think we got a problem.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

MAN: Yes?

Professor Melvin Caylo?

Who are you?

What is this?

Let me see.

( door slams )

Hello?

( sighs )

Let me see your wrists.

What?

Let me see them!

And your neck.

The neck!

( door unlocking )

( lock rattling )

You didn't use it, did you?

Use it?

The ash.

It's found its way onto the street now

with the rest of the drugs.

You inhale enough of it,

and it'll give you the abilities of the homines nocturnae.

At least for an hour or two,

though the side effects--

the... the thirst that comes with it--

most end up chewing their own fingers off.

The homines nocturnae...

Vampires.

This is vampire ash.

It's quite expensive, too.

This vial... is at least a thousand dollars.

Ten if it comes from a pure blood.

( incredulous laugh )

And I suppose next you're going to tell me

that werewolves exist.

My colleague Marc Spector's area of expertise.

Really?

( paper crinkling )

What do you think this means?

It brands Familiars dedicated to the House of Chthon,

humans who have pledged their lives

to their culture, hoping to be changed someday.

They're everywhere, you see:

the police, the government.

Everywhere.

Here.

Take this and flush it down the toilet.

But I read you were searching for proof.

I have plenty of that.

Proof...

Um... thank you for your time.

Wait. Come back.

( tires screech )

( sighs )

God.

Having a hell of a day.

( grunts )

( groans )

You okay?

Hello?

Hello?

( tires screeching )

Hey!

MAN ( whispering ): Krista.

Krista.

Krista! I know who killed your brother.

Here! Hurry!

( door creaking )

( whispering ): Krista.

Hello?

( door shuts )

♪ ♪

( growls )

( chuckling )

You want to know what happened to your brother?

The wannabe!

( panting )

He's... now meat.

Just...

like...

you.

( growling )

( yelling )

( low growl )

( laughing )

( guttural growl )

( vicious growl )

( gunshot )

( groans )

( yells )

( grunts )

( growls )

( screeching )

( panting ): Holy shit!

Those...

are...

Were.

...vampires.

What does that make you?

Something else.

What does that mean?

( grunts )

God, what is that smell?

Garlic.

They don't like it either.

This is impossible.

There's a whole other world underneath this one, Krista.

Why does everybody know my name?

Do yourself a favor, get out of the city.

Forget everything you saw here tonight.

Yeah, right.

I can't just forget about this. I mean...

Hey.

( growls )

( growling )

( zapping )

( growling )

CAYLO: Vampires exist, young lady,

but most people don't see the dangers.

So, who the hell is Blade?

A favorite fascination of mine.

His parents were Robert and Vanessa Brooks.

They lived in Detroit.

Vanessa was nine months pregnant

the night she was attacked,

bitten, left for dead.

Robert found her struggling to survive

for the sake of her unborn child

outside of their apartment.

He rushed her

to the hospital where their son

was delivered by C-section.

Robert named him Eric.

The boy

aged relatively normally,

but he wasn't normal.

I kind of figured that.

Blade went through genetic changes at birth.

He was born a different kind of vampire;

a half-breed.

He has all of their strengths and none of their weaknesses.

Except for the thirst.

The thirst is what controls all homines nocturnae.

And no one can fight it.

Except Blade.

His father kept Blade secret.

He provided fresh blood for him

for the first ten years of his life--

don't ask me how--

till he couldn't handle it anymore.

Then Blade was loose

out on the streets--

till a friend of mine, Abraham Whistler,

found him and took him in.

Some say Blade started drinking the blood of animals.

Others a cloned supply like the House of Leichen.

But I know the truth.

He lives off a synthetic serum.

Where can I find him?

( chuckles )

Well, I... I tell ya,

he doesn't stay in one place very long.

He, uh...

The only address he ever had.

Shave 'em, bag 'em, tag 'em.

♪ ♪

( thud )

( bang, bird wings flutter )

( gasps )

( gasps )

How can you see with those things?

What are you doing here?

( coughs )

You were following me.

You should have left.

You've seen 'em in the flesh.

They'll be sending all the bottom feeders after you.

You know who killed my brother. It was one of them.

Let it go!

Help me take out these bastards.

Help you?

I'm going after them with or without you.

Silver bullet?

( chuckles )

Doesn't work on me.

But I bet it hurts like a son of a bitch.

SHEN ( over radio ): Blade?

( radio beeps )

Go ahead.

Go ahead?

I'm not talking to you.

Got some news.

What?

Van Sciver finished restoring some art gallery last week.

Tonight there's a big party

and our boy's making an appearance.

Good.

Good?

Who you talking to, man?

Where are you?

No, no.

Dude, that is Zack's sister.

Do not get her involved.

I'll hold this. You have a job to do.

Are you listening to me? No! No, Blade. Damn it!

Test subject G-1139.

( vampire growling )

Floor baseline trial on batch 97-G.

Beginning vaccine injection now.

Stand by for stage-one confirmation.

Introduction of stage one garlic extract now.

( screaming )

Stage-one failure.

Moving on to batch 98-G.

New UV glaive's not working.

My stuff always works.

( device beeps )

Isn't all this a little

elaborate?

He likes the pretty lights.

What is this?

The Fat Lady.

Oh, the Fat Lady.

Ultrasonic brain scrambler.

Finally, something I recognize.

Customized PDW?

We call it a shock gun.

One taste of liquid garlic chambers from that monster

sends any vampire into anaphylactic shock.

Their skin ruptures, their blood evaporates.

What about crosses and holy water?

They don't do anything.

You don't need this.

Why not?

Here, this is a transponder.

Can track it anywhere in the city.

Oh, so you want me to carry it.

We want someone else to.

Marcus Van Sciver,

he's a player in the House of Chthon,

the largest vampire colony in North America,

and tonight, he'll be parading around

the Van Sciver House Gallery.

So take him out.

( chuckles )

If we can track him, he can lead us to the House of Chthon.

If we play this cool, if we have a little patience,

we could find out what they're up to,

where their operations are.

You take this seriously.

There's no other way to take it.

Big party.

( clamoring voices )

Excuse me.

This gallery hasn't opened these doors since 1978.

How's it feel to be a part of another revitalized

historic institution, Mr. Van Sciver?

I'm just doing my best to keep this city alive.

Thank you.

Thank you.

There's our girl.

( reporter speaking indistinctly )

Next time on Blade:

I'm gonna kill her.

I got a silver bullet ready to blow

that stupid smile right off your face.

Come on, Krista. Take the shot.

If someone disappears down here, who knows where they go?

Don't question me, Chase.

It's been fun.

What the hell were they doing here?