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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.

Boone is 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.

- What is this?
- Sex trade,

illegal body parts.
I've never seen this before.

Van Sciver isn't human.

- Let me get you help.
- Believe me, I've seen things.

- I don't doubt it.
- No, listen to me!

And 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 Purebloods aren't immortal,
Purebloods 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, honey.

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 are you looking
to have a good night?

I'm 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 the bottle.

Lance, go away.

Look, the VIP room
upstairs...

the guy who runs it's
a buddy of mine.

You and I, we go up,
we chill.

Although 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 is 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 Purebloods
are gone,

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

Chase, find her.

This is where
you guys work?

I've 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 Pureblood poison?

It's a biological masterpiece.

The Aurora vaccine
was just the start.

The emerging agent
is a DNA-based weapon

specifically engineered
to attack the Pureblood genome.

It's one nasty bug.

Why use a pregnant woman?

The womb is the perfect
nutrient-rich incubator.

It also ensures biological
immunity

for anyone other
than the intended target.

So it's harmless
against us?

It only kills Purebloods.

So that sneaky bastard
wasn't even trying to create

a vampire immunity.

He was just planning
a palace coup.

Dude, crack a smile.

Marcus takes out the Pureblood trash,
we don't have to.

Maybe.

All he'd need to do is get the
Purebloods 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 her shadow.

Just get it done.

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

Welcome to my nightmare.

Let go of me!

Please, I said no!

Give me a break.

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

Please!
I said no!

You... leave.

You... die.

Krista.

We've been looking
for you, darling.

It's time to go home.

Excuse me, sir.

What?

Armaya's reinstatement
has just 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 that 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've demanded.

Then it's time
to demand more.

- Let go of me.
- Look what I found.

- Where have you been?
- In a filthy alley

rummaging for
a midnight snack.

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.

Get her to her room.
Clean her off.

Sir, he just called.

- He?
- Damek.

He'll be here
tomorrow night.

- Shen.
- Haven't found Krista 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 Purebloods.

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 Purebloods.

I guess the enemy
of my enemy is my friend.

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

Oooh!

- 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 I thought you really 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.

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.

Marcus, where are you
taking me?

Keep your eyes closed.

Okay, nearly there.

- Are 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.

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 can 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 keep your word
and get me that meeting with Hendricks.

That was the director's
office on the horn.

Said they'll have a car
waiting for us at Dulles.

- 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,
are you going to start running

like there's someplace
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.

Come on.
Shoot me, Ray.

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.

Um, I'm sorry, gentlemen,

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.

Unfortunately, not all newcomers are
as honest and 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 all right, 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 will...

Isabel...
he's gone.

It's all right.

Now...

how about that dinner
that smells so good?

You're shitting me.

You want to
break into Chthon?

Girl's on a knife's 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.

How is Sleeping Beauty?

Still sleeping.

You're being terribly
indulgent with her.

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

You and 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.
Man's armed with a push broom.

You'll get nothing
from me, Damek. Nothing!

We'll see, shopkeep.
We'll see.

And I thought vampires
were the most disgusting thing

in this place.

From what Krista said,
the pipe leading to the MedLab

is around this corner.

Van Sciver bricked it up.

So this enjoyable little jaunt has
gotten us squat.

We can get through this.

- No no no! Wait.
- What?

Shock sensors.
Any out of the ordinary vibration

and the cavalry
comes running.

Well, we have to find a way
to know what's going on with Krista.

I think we just did.

Still no word
from Glynnis?

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,

we can tune
into BS TV.

BS TV?

Bloodsucker Television!

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

Tough room.

What do you think,
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's see
some authorization.

Toolbox right there.

You got some real
problems, pal.

Real scary shit.

What, like rats?

No, Daywalkers.

Done.

So is he.

Sleep, my angel.

Marcus!

You had your chance
to pay.

No!

Now she will.

No.
Isabel, no!

No!

No! No!

No!

No no no!

No!

Mar...

No!

No!

No!

What kind of a monster
are you?

Monster...
I am something far greater.

Something you will
come to understand.

I would rather
choose death.

Death just chose you,
shopkeep.

Isabel!

Marcus?

Where are you taking me?

Blade, I'm online.

So where is she?

There.

Something's wrong
with her.

- She looks drunk.
- No.

Something else.

Wait.

Please... kill me.

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,
Jessica, 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.

Believe me, I started to feel pretty
nuts trying to figure out

what happened that
night at the truck stop.

The American
Butcher truck?

Yeah, the fires,
the body pallets...

it all just got too weird.

So I called in
a favor at Central.

A friend of mine
gave me all the files

from every case over the last 10 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.

Is he still in custody?

He escaped.
Last known sighting was Detroit.

- Van Sciver.
- 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, Van Sciver?

I am of Pureblood.
I can take whatever I want from you

and there's not a goddamn
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.

Marcus, enough.

Do you know
how many men

I've killed over the years?

How many women I've taken?

- 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.

I don't remember.

I don't
remember.

I do.

- 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.

Then you don't have
to be, Krista.

Ever.

Where's Damek?

Hell.
Care to join him?

Wait wait,
there she is.

Hang on, who is she with?
Is that?

Yeah.

So where
are they going?

And it just got worse.

They're onto us.
They're trying to find our taps.

No, not yet.

Damn it!

Hey.
Where are you going?

Next time on "Blade"...

The detox doesn't work...
our partnership is done.

Krista, I know
you can do this.

There are a lot of unaffiliated vampires
building their own little kingdoms.

- Oh shit.
- Oh yeah.

You enjoy it...
killing, pain, torture.

I'm nothing like you.