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Previously on Blade:

We can stay together for a while.

We can stay together forever if you want.

What are you doing?

She turned her mother?

That's what it looks like.

Oona's dead. Damek learned nothing from him.

He knows.

- Charlotte. -Damek.

Armaya is back in the fold by Friday

or Chthon

will be destroyed.

Silver. Mirrors are backed with it.

( screaming )

What is this?

Sex trade, illegal body parts.

I've never seen this before.

-Van Sciver isn't human. -I'm going to get you some help.

Believe me, I've seen the things.

I don't doubt it.

Listen to me!

What are you? You're just infected.

Vampires like you,

you're nothing but pieces of meat that got a reprieve.

Chase, what are you doing?

Giving you the chance to prove

that Pure Bloods aren't immortal-- Pure Bloods can die,

and that we, the infected ones,

will be the ones to take you all down.

Who's infected now?

I'm so thirsty.

She's fed too many times. She's been turned for too long.

Mom!

Krista...

I'm sorry.

♪ ♪

Slow down, sweetheart.

Then again, everyone who loved you is dead.

And it's all your fault.

I need another one.

Beautiful women

should never have to buy their own drinks.

Thanks.

I'm Lance, by the way.

See, this is where you're supposed to say who you are.

Someone you don't want to know.

Why, do you bite?

So, mystery girl, are you here to forget a bad day

or you looking to have a good night?

Just trying to have a drink...

alone.

In a place like this?

Let me get you another one.

Bartender, whatever she's having, we'll have a bottle.

Lance, go away.

Look, the VIP room upstairs--

the guy who runs it is a buddy of mine. We go up, we chill.

You could use some warming up. You're ice cold, honey.

I can get a lot colder.

You're a crazy bitch,

you know that?

Yeah, I know.

You look like a little boy itching to open his presents

on Christmas morning.

These are exciting times, Chase.

So the final data is confirmed?

Overwhelmingly.

All that's left is replication of the pathogen

and aerosolization for delivery.

That, and to enjoy the last look on their faces.

I hate to ruin your day, but remember a few nights ago

when that woman stormed the lobby, then killed our disposal team?

One Lisa Starr.

Tell me you're joking.

Crazed, out of control.

Like mother, like daughter.

Where's Krista?

We are about to achieve something magnificent here.

Transform Chthon into something new, something better.

Maybe it's time we thin our ranks--

clear out the underbrush.

Locate Krista and collect her.

Safely.

Once the Pure Bloods are gone,

the last thing we need is a problem like Krista...

Chase, find her.

This is where you guys work?

I got to say, it looks better over the computer.

Ever heard of a lamp? Maybe a couple of throw pillows?

Did you bring them?

Yeah.

The Aurora vaccine, I just needed about half.

And a little bit less of the stuff

that came out of the girl.

Final results are right here.

So Marcus is making...

a Pure Blood poison?

A biological masterpiece.

The Aurora vaccine was just the start.

The emerging agent is a DNA-based weapon

specifically engineered to attack the Pure Blood genome.

It's one nasty bug.

Why use a pregnant woman?

The womb is the perfect nutrient rich incubator.

It also insures biological immunity

for anyone other than the intended target.

So it's harmless against us?

It only kills Pure Bloods.

So that sneaky bastard wasn't even trying to create

a vampire immunity.

He was just planning a palace coup.

Dude, crack a smile.

He takes out the Pure Blood trash, we don't.

Maybe.

He needs to get the Pure Bloods together in one place.

Sounds like a party.

You think Krista's got an invitation?

Find her and I'll ask.

I'm trying. I've alerted all eyes

on the street, but no one's seen so much as a shadow.

Just get it done.

No, really, Blade, you don't have to thank me.

Welcome to my nightmare.

WOMAN: Let go of me!

Please, I said no!

MAN: Give me a break.

Is that the only word you bitches can say? "No"?

Please! I said no!

You... leave.

You... die.

Krista.

I've been looking for you, darling.

It's time to go home.

( chuckles )

Excuse me, sir.

What?

Armaya's reinstatement has become official.

The leaders of all the factions are sending very generous gifts.

Send them back.

Sir?

Screw them all.

We're going to clean this House, Fusik,

once I'm done with the House of Chthon.

I thought we were.

We haven't even started.

Call Van Sciver.

Tell him I'll be stopping by for a little visit.

Damek, with all due respect, is that wise?

It's necessary.

Charlotte and her lap dog Marcus

having been living the good life for years,

forcing us to feed off table scraps.

But Chthon has already provided you

with everything you demanded.

Then it's time to demand more.

KRISTA: Let go of me.

CHASE: Look what I found.

Where have you been?

In a filthy alley

rummaging for a midnight snack.

MARCUS: We've been worried about you, Krista.

Yeah, well, "worry" is your middle name,

isn't it?

You've been drinking.

Obviously not enough.

You know, bitterness isn't the most attractive emotion.

What am I supposed to feel, Marcus, hmm?

Gratitude?

It would be a start.

No, the start was when you killed my brother.

I told you before--

I didn't mean to kill Zack.

Don't you even say his name.

You need to accept your brother's fate.

In the same way you need to accept your own.

What, by living here?

With you animals?

We're your family.

My family is dead!

All I ever loved,

everything I ever was, is gone!

Replaced by a life even better.

"Life"? All you've given me

is one long night of nothing.

Then you simply haven't opened your eyes.

Oh, they're open.

And every day they look at you

and see the bastard that killed me.

Do you think you're the only one?

You think you're the only vampire who's ever felt pain?

Who's ever suffered loss?

Kill me!

Kill me.

( coughing )

( grunts )

Get her to her room.

Clean her up.

Sir, he just called.

He?

Damek. He'll be here tomorrow night.

Shen.

Haven't found her yet.

So what are you doing about it?

I told you, I put the word out.

What do you want me to do, tack up flyers around the neighborhood?

"Lost vampire. Last seen ashing her own mother.

"May be suicidal, homicidal, both. Needs her meds."

We have to find out where Marcus is going to poison the Pure Bloods.

And Krista will tell us. Just relax.

Give the girl some time.

It's weird, isn't it?

What? That I haven't taken your head off yet?

You and Marcus.

On the same side, gunning for the Pure Bloods.

I guess the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Well, I don't have a problem killing my friends, either.

Oh. Bingo.

What?

One of those street punks that hangs out downtown?

Says he saw Krista get scooped outside a club

before daybreak.

Hot ride. Hotter blonde.

Chase.

At least our girl's still alive....

so to speak.

Grab your shit.

We're going to Chthon.

What do you want?

Only to know that you're better.

You mean no longer a threat.

If you meant the things you said and did in my office,

then Chase would be disposing of an ash-stained carpet right about now.

Then why am I tied up?

Because you're a threat to yourself.

Screw you.

Krista...

Krista.

Do you really think you're alone?

Everyone I had is gone.

Everyone you thought you had.

The ones whose memories are fading

even now, no matter how hard you try to hold on to them.

And what were those people to you really?

Acquaintances come and go.

Friends lose touch.

You move on, they move on.

But my family...

Accidents of birth.

No more intentional than the color of your eyes.

But you and I?

We're connected.

My life is in you.

Flows through you.

You know this.

( sighs )

The A.D.E.

Every vampire shares an eternal link

with the one who turned them.

That's the gift of the after-death experience.

Who I am, who I was, now lives in your blood...

your mind.

It's the only bond that can't be broken

by hate or hurt or even time.

So, you want to kill me?

Fine.

Just know that you can't kill the part of me that will live inside of you

forever.

( giggling ): Marcus, where are you taking me?

Keep your eyes closed.

Okay, nearly there.

They still closed?

Yes.

Okay.

Ready?

I'm ready.

But are you really ready?

Marcus.

Okay, open.

Oh, it's beautiful.

Isabel, don't lie.

It's appalling.

( laughs )

No, it's ours.

It's yours and mine.

We can start with dry goods.

Then add fresh produce and flowers.

Let's start by removing the rot first, shall we?

Didn't I tell you coming here would change everything?

Your father can't stop us now.

We're oceans away.

And we do whatever we choose.

So we can buy a house?

As soon as you find one.

Start a family?

Maybe even sooner than that.

Whatever I am, Isabel...

whatever kind of man I become...

it's all because of you.

No, it's all been taken care of.

He's here. See you when we land.

Hey, Ray. You ready?

As long as you get me that meeting with Hendricks.

That was the director's office. They'll send a car for us.

Let's go.

I'm proud of you, Ray.

Coming in's the right thing to do.

What are you doing, buddy?

Thanking God that I didn't give you my backup yesterday.

Come on, Ray, don't do anything crazy.

Come on!

I saw the mark. I know.

So, what? You got some place to hide from them?

You tell me, you work for them.

What, are you gonna shoot me, now, here in the street?

Come on. Shoot me.

Go ahead, Ray.

Shoot me, Ray.

( groans )

Isabel.

Yes.

She was beautiful.

In every way.

And you were...

Younger?

Human.

What I saw,

you and Isabel,

was that was before you were turned?

You already know.

Marcus.

Marcus.

Take a break. I'll bring you dinner.

Isabel...

we don't have time.

We open in two days.

Five minutes won't kill you.

( door opens )

Sorry, gentlemen, but, uh...

but we don't actually open until the day after tomorrow.

Evening, friend.

Handsome venture you're undertaking.

Ambitious.

Thank you, um, Mr...

Damek.

And let me guess, you are not from Detroit.

London.

Disgusting city.

Couldn't abide the smells myself.

What can I do for you, Mr. Damek?

Actually, it's what I can do for you.

I'm not sure I follow.

As you have surely have noticed, ours is a growing city.

Each day, more enterprises are commenced, more people arrive.

Not all newcomers are as honestand industrious as yourself.

The rabble who don't know how to comport themselves like gentlemen.

I understand. And you would like to protect me from such rabble.

And all that is due me is a small sum paid weekly.

For that, my associates and I will provide a bulwark against

the unsavory tide rising on our fair streets.

That's very generous, Mr. Damek,

but, uh, I believe I'll decline your offer.

Offer?

I don't recall making one.

Marcus?

It's alright, dear.

It's just some of our neighbors overeager to browse.

I assured them we'll be opening properly in the next few days.

Yes. We'll be back then

to finalize our arrangement.

Until then, madam,

you should tell your husband to secure

the front door.

Detroit is a lovely city, but it has its uglier elements.

I heard his demands.

Then you heard my refusal.

Marcus, I don't think a man like that...

Isabel...

he's gone.

It's alright.

Now...

how about that dinner that smells so good?

You're shittin me.

You want to break into Chthon?

Girl's on a knife edge.

If she falls off, I want her to fall our way.

So you can catch her, right?

Right?

That's our way in.

The sewer.

Lovely.

It's how Krista got to their labs.

And got caught.

We'll do it quieter.

I'll grab my tools.

And I'll grab mine.

( knock on door )

How is Sleeping Beauty?

MARCUS: Still sleeping.

You've been terribly indulgent with her.

We all make allowances with those whom we share a birth experience.

Young Frederick, for example.

I'd like to kill him.

And yet, you never have.

I hear Damek's on his way.

In a few hours.

What are you going to do?

Remind him who he's dealing with.

So shopkeep, our arrangement.

I told you there'll be none.

You'd be wise to reconsider.

You'd be wise to leave my store.

Better do as he says, fellows. The man's armed with a broom.

You'll get nothing from me, Damek.

Nothing!

We'll see, shopkeep.

We'll see.

( loud clatter )

SHEN: And I thought vampires were the most disgusting thing

in this place.

From what Krista said, the pipe up to the MedLab

is around this corner.

Van Sciver bricked it up.

Seems this enjoyable little jaunt has gotten us squat.

We can get through this.

SHEN: No, no! Wait.

What?

Shock sensors.

Any out of the ordinary vibration

and the cavalry comes running.

We have to find a way to know what's going on with Krista.

I think we just did.

Still no word from Glynis?

Then we must assume there never will be.

At least it confirms our suspicions.

Marcus and his newest recruit cannot be trusted,

which means we will accelerate our plans.

Bring me the girl.

As long as she stays in range of a security camera...

Oh!

And if I don't fry myself first.

Got it.

Now, this trunk supports their IT system, PBX,

phones, data, and now if I can just isolate the security feed

and pop an uplink,

then we can tune into BS TV.

BS TV?

Bloodsucker Television!

The 24-hour Chthon network, all vamps all the time.

( chuckles )

Tough room.

( footsteps )

I'm thinking vampires or Familiars.

Either way, they die.

Keep working.

Control, I have a possible breach in Tunnel 12.

Checking it out now.

You, what are you doing?

What does it look like I'm doing, getting a manicure?

Someone called City Works about an IT line that got chewed through.

Let me see some authorization.

Toolbox right there.

You got some real problems, pal.

Real scary shit.

Like what, rats?

No, Daywalkers.

You done?

( grunts )

So is he.

Sleep, my angel.

ISABEL: Marcus!

( grunting )

( yells with pain )

You had your chance to pay.

( shrieks )

No!

Now she will.

Isabel, no!

No!

No!

No!

No! No!

No!

No, no, no!

No!

No! No! No!

( panting and gasping )

( yells )

( gasping )

What kind of a monster are you?

Monster... I am something far greater.

( yells )

Something you will come to understand.

I would rather choose death.

Death just chose you, shopkeep.

Isabel!

Marcus?

Where are you taking me?

( typing )

Blade, I'm online.

SHEN: There.

BLADE: Something's wrong with her.

She looks drunk.

No. Something else.

Wait.

Please... kill me.

( sniffles )

( car approaching )

( gasps ) Agent Collins?

I'm sorry. I had nowhere else to go.

Come in. Please.

Thanks.

Was Sorenson alive?

I don't know. I think so.

But you don't know.

He was trying to kill me. I didn't check his pulse.

I just have to stay alive long enough to expose these things

for what they are and the people who help them. Bastards like Sorenson.

You must think I'm out of my mind.

Then we both are.

If you'd shown up on my doorstep

in the middle of the night a month ago,

talking about vampires, governments in collusion,

I probably would've called the cops.

What changed?

Everything.

What's this?

Proof. That you're not crazy. And neither am I.

I started to feel nuts trying to figure out what happened that night at the truck stop.

The American Butcher truck?

The fires, those body pallets...

It all just got too weird.

So I called in a favor at Central.

I got all the files from every case over the last ten years

with even the slightest similarity.

And?

And I found stuff. Strange deaths.

Corpses with bite wounds.

Evidence of events

described as spontaneous combustion.

So other people at the Bureau know?

Whoever does is trying to bury it.

Right after I Xeroxed all these and got the originals back to my friend at Central,

he disappeared.

His job, his apartment, every trace of him is gone.

They got him.

Somebody did.

So there's no one who can help us.

There might be one.

He, uh, he goes by the name of Blade.

The guys in Profiling peg him as a psychopath

with schizophrenic ideation.

Blade, on the other hand, refers to himself as a hunter.

Who's he hunting?

Not who. What.

He still in custody?

He escaped.

Last known sighting was Detroit.

( knocking at door )

Van Sciver.

MARCUS: Damek.

I'm surprised you allowed me in.

Is that why you brought help?

Fusik, wait downstairs.

Sir, I don't...

Wait downstairs.

So this is where it all happens, huh?

The heights from which the mighty Marcus Van Sciver

makes the world do his bidding.

It's called furniture, Damek.

Please suppress the urge to urinate on it.

I just thought for the self-proclaimed

leaders of the Vampire Nation,

the House of Chthon would be a little more... upscale.

Get to the point.

Do I need one?

Can't I just visit?

I mean, we're partners now, right?

Under protest.

Oh, yes, that's right.

You didn't want Charlotte cutting me in

on your little experiments, did you?

Even after I found out it was my people you were cutting up to make them happen.

The House of Armaya will receive priority access

when the Aurora vaccine is ready.

The negotiations for this arrangement have been concluded.

So there really is nothing left for us to discuss.

That's just it.

I'm here to reopen negotiations.

I want a piece of your action, too.

Precisely what action would that be?

All of it.

Real estate developments,

currency speculation...

My House has been living out of pocket for centuries,

so I want a slice of every pie you've got your fingers in.

I'm afraid you've made your trip in vain.

You will receive nothing more from me or my House.

Do I have to remind you of your place in the world?

I am of Pure Blood. I can take what I want from you

and there's not a damn thing you can say about it.

You know what, Damek?

There was a time when that was indeed true.

You did take everything I had.

What are you talking about?

100 years ago.

My wife, Isabel.

I swallowed my grief.

Bided my time.

A century's worth.

And now it's here.

The moment where I take from you.

Screw you.

And screw Isabel.

( grunting )

( grunting )

( grunting )

( screaming )

( screaming )

( screaming )

( yells )

( grunts )

( screaming )

Marcus...

Do you know how many men

I've killed over the years?

How many women I've taken?

( laughing )

Why are you laughing?

You. All this time.

Burning with revenge for me.

I don't even remember you.

Or whoever that whore was you say I killed.

( laughs )

I don't remember.

I don't remember.

( laughing )

I do.

( laughing )

Marcus?

I'm fine.

I'll alert Medical.

I said I'm fine, Chase.

Damek's man.

He's downstairs.

On my way.

Marcus, I saw what happened to Isabel.

To you.

It's only what happens to all our kind.

Like you and your mother.

It hurts so much.

Being alone.

You don't have to be, Krista.

Ever.

( groans )

Where's Damek?

Hell. Care to join him?

( clears throat )

Wait, wait, there she is.

Who is she with? Is that...?

Yeah.

So where are they going?

And it just got worse.

They're on to us.

They're trying to find our taps.

No, not yet...

Damn it!

Hey. Where are you going?

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Next time on Blade:

The detox doesn't work,

our partnership is done.

Krista, I know you can do this.

They're a line of unaffiliated vampires,

building they're own little kingdoms.

( yelling )

Oh, shit.

Oh, yeah.

( grunting )

You enjoy it.

Killing, pain, torture.

I'm nothing like you.