INT-ANGEL'S BASEMENT-NIGHT
Camera pans through rooms until we reach, ANGEL'S BEDROOM
INT-ANGEL'S BEDROOM-NIGHT
ANGEL lays asleep in his bed. The covers are tossled and ruffeled, he's been sleeping pretty rough. His clothes lay spewed about on the floor. One can assume he's naked.
CLOSE UP ON ANGEL'S FACE
He looks uncomfortable and twitches a little.
INT-ANGEL'S DREAM
INT-WHITE ROOM
A simple huge white room, with apparently no ceiling. Angel appears, wearing his usual all black. He looks around. Then his eyes focus on something.
Camera pans over until we see a LITTLE GIRL about 6 or 7. She plays with a doll. Angel looks at her, raising an eyebrow. She looks up at him
Girl:
You came.
Angel:
You were expecting me?
Girl:
Oh, I've been expecting you for quite some time.
Angel:
Why?
She smiles but doesn't answer.
Angel:
Who are you?
Girl:
Why does he seek knowledge he knows?
Angel:
Who?
She looks at him
Angel:
Me?
Girl:
He knows his questions answer. Yet he continues to question himself. Hmm. Intersting.
Angel:
Who are you?
Girl:
That is not important. What's important, is that you're here.
Angel:
Where is here?
Girl:
The astral plane.
Angel:
Why am I here?
Girl:
That which was meant to be cannot be changed.
Angel:
Why are you here?
Girl:
Because. He put me here.
Angel:
Who?
Girl:
The Fallen. A child of darkness. Of sin.
Angel:
Who is the fallen?
Girl:
The Fallen--
Camera goes black.
It pulls back as if lifting up off of something.
Camera rolls sideways and we see Angel has fallen off of the bed.
Angel:
Oh shi--
INT-OFFICE-DAY
A BOOK is seen being plopped onto a desk. WESLEY stands over it, smiling triumphantly.
Wesley:
Ah hah.
Angel looks up from the coffee mug he seems strangely fascinated in.
Angel:
What?
Wesley:
I believe I found your demons.
Angel looks over his shoulder at the page.
Wesley:
I can't quite pronounce the name but they're servents... workers.
Angel:
Servents of who?
Wesley:
Well... whoever summons them. They do their masters bidding. Nothing can stand in their way.
Angel:
Ruthlessness. Makes them even more dangerous.
Wesley nodds in agreement
Angel:
All the more reason why I should find them and kill them.
Wesley:
Right... wait a minuet... what?
Angel:
All the more reason why I should find them and kill them.
Wesley:
Angel... remember the talk we just had on dangerous? Ruthless?
Angel:
Just like me.
Cordillia:
(mumbeling, not looking up from her fashion magazine)
Not wrong about that.
Angel glares at her, but she doesn't catch it.
LATER THAT NIGHT
INT-DARK ALLEY-NIGHT
ANGEL walks alone, talking to himself
Angel:
Okay... weird dream... doesn't mean anything... just a dream... doesn't mean I'm crazy.
(pausing)
Of course, talking to myself in a dark alley doesn't exactly help me state my sanity case.
A trash can is heard being knocked over. Angel stops and heads towards the sound
INT-ALLEY
A gremlin like demon is seen knocking over a trash can and rumaging through it
Gremlin:
Comming. It's comming comming.
Angel:
(with caution)
Who?
Gremlin:
He who is of pure darkness and evil. A being of pain and torment. Of sin.
Angel:
Who?
Gremlin:
The Fallen.
Angel's jaw quivers at the mention of the fallen.
In his mind flashes that little girl and her mention of the fallen.
Angel:
Who---
A steal pipe cracks down on his head
He stumbles and turns around. Behind him he sees two vampires a GIRL and a MAN. Both full in vamp face.
Girl:
You really are cute. I thought the whole 'Angelic face' thing was just self imposed.
Angel:
Who the hell are you?
Man:
You're murderers.
Angel rolls his eyes in a 'I so don't have time for this' fashion.
The man lunges at Angel who catches him and brings his knee up to his chest. The girl claws at him, and Angel dodges and backhands her, sending her stumbeling. He throws the man into a wall, just in time to break out a stake and drive it into the girl. But uh oh. He misses. He hits her stomach instead. She doubles over in pain.
Angel:
Opps, well... that's a first.
He pulls the stake out of her and rams it into her heart. She's dust. He turns his attention back to the man who sends a kick flying at him. He catches his foot and spins it. But the vamp rolls with it and lands. Sweeping out Angel's feet. Angel falls back and the vampire stradles him, pushing the stake towards his heart.
Angel:
(struggeling)
To an innocent bystander, this does not look right.
Man:
Shut up and die.
Angel:
Heard that line so many times. Try using something like 'Hush up and face your doom' or something...
The man pauses, and for a moment it looks like Angel may win the struggle, but the man recovers.
Angel:
Didn't know you liked it on top so much. You seem to really be enjoying yourself.
Man:
You don't look like you're having too much trouble with this either.
Angel:
If the next line that comes out of your mouth is 'Sit back, shut up and let it happen' I swear...
Man:
Would you please... shut up and die.
Angel:
I told you, that line is so dated.
Man:
You're having fun aren't you?
Angel:
(teasing)
Never said I wasn't.
(he give his a mock kiss)
Man:
I knew you were gay.
Angel:
Yeah, I'm a pretty happy fella'.
Man:
This conversation is really making me uncomfortable.
Angel:
You too huh?
They look at each other for amoment then Angel drives the stake into his heart. He turns to dust and Angel gets up and looks around
Angel:
Now... where were...
He turns around to find the demon gone
Angel:
We?
INT-DARKENED TEMPLE LIKE ROOM
The room is clearly old and ancient. It is decorated in an old Egypt type style. There are pillows on the floor and cloths adjorning the walls.
Camera pans up to a throne which is surronded by shadow. All we can see is a perfect, silkly stiletoe adjorned leg, dangeling. The person stands and moves from shadow into light.
She is beautiful and blond. Tall and skinny. On her back are tattoos and markings. She wears a long flowing white skirt, golden revealing top. Her eyes glisten as does the crown on her head.
Her name is Isis. And she is a higher being.
Isis:
Oh it is almost time.
She swirls, her skirt trailing out behing her.
Isis:
La compida de corozone. I call you forth. On this holy day, in this holy hour. Come forth. Come to me. From the darkest of hells, I bring you. Into this dimension you dwell. Bring forth your evil, your cruelty and malice. Bring forth your corruption. I summon you!
The room swirls with a bright light. Yet the maids adjorning the walls in silence don't even wince. It's as if they are lifelike statues. From a dark portal, out steps a beautiful woman, equally as beautiful as Isis herself. She is tall and pretty with long red hair and quick blue eyes. Her long black dress, hugs her curves and she looks around.
Corompida:
Why have you summonded me?
Isis:
Because Aurora. I have a proposition for you.
INT-ANGEL'S BEDROOM-NIGHT
He sleeps, tossing a bit, still obviously nude.
INT-WHITE ROOM
ANGEL enters still wearing all black. The little girl still sits along the wall.
Girl:
You came back.
Angel:
Not by choice.
Girl:
Yet Champion, you came. You are here.
Angel:
I don't understand why?
Girl:
You seek knowledge. Of things you must soon know.
Angel:
What must I learn?
Girl:
What She will tell you.
Angel:
Who?
Voice:
I believe she's refering to me.
Yet another beautiful woman, she has long blonde hair too and is also fairly skinny. She wears a long beautiful blue gown.
Angel:
Who are you?
Woman:
My name is Gladial. And I need your help.
Angel:
Need my help? With what?
Woman:
Champion. You have learned of The Fallen... no?
Angel:
Somewhat...
Gladial:
Good. There is a higher being. They seek the knowledge and power of The Fallen. They seek to use the power to over run this dimension, rule everything in it. And they have the power to do so. But this is not all.
Angel:
What?
Gladial:
They have... summoned La compida de corozone.
Angel:
The corrupter of hearts.
Gladial:
Yes. And the corrupter is a higher being. But one of evil. She was banished to the darkest of hells much time ago. But who ever has brought her back...
Angel:
Who and why?
Gladial:
I do not know. I do know that I need your help Champion.
Angel:
What are you?
Gladial:
A guardian of light. Of good. I am a protecter of good. Much like yourself. Only... how do you say... higher up on the food chain.
Angel:
Wh--
Gladial:
I shall explain later. As for now Champion. You must stop them.
Angel:
How?
Gladial:
We shall find a way.
Angel:
Who's The Fallen?
Gladial:
Oh Champion... it's you.
INT-ANGEL'S BEDROOM. He sits up, panting.
INT-OFFICE-NIGHT
WESLEY stands looking at a rather heavy book, Cordillia as always is lounged behind her desk, with a fashion magazine. Angel sips coffee. Then winces at the taste.
Wesley:
The Fallen? You say?
Angel:
Yeah.
Wesley:
Well that could pertain to a number of things.
He flopps behind a desk
Angel:
I guess so.
Angel looks around. Trying to tell that he's the fallen.
Cordillia:
You okay? You look a little flushed.
Angel:
I'm tired... just haven't been sleeping well. I'm just, gonna get some sleep.
Cordillia:
Sleep tight.
Angel doesn't reply, only manuevers his way to the elevator and goes down.
INT-ANGEL'S BEDROOM
He lays on his back on the bed, asleep.
INT-TEMPLE
AURORA and ISIS talk. Isis sits on her throne, being fed grapes, where as Aurora sits on her stairs.
Isis:
Mmm. I just love grapes. Don't you?
Aurora doesn't reply
Isis:
They're sort of like immortals. When they're children, young, un ripe, they're so sweet. Bitter even. But as they grow older, mature, ripe. That all changes. They still have sweet, but just a little bit of some sort of tang to it. Something about them, a consistancy. They grow bigger, powerful, tastier. Then, everything for one reason or another, changes.And they become wine. Something pure and great. A legend. And just like wine, we immortals. We get better with age. Don't you agree?
Aurora:
Hmm. Better with age you say?
She crawls up the stairs sensually, placing her hands on Isis's thighs. She smiles suggestively.
Aurora:
Then they just reach that age where there so yummy and delectable.
Isis smiles
Aurora:
But deciving.
She stands and walks down the stairs
Aurora:
We immortals, with age, we gather wisdom, how to survive. We lie, cheat and decieve, play every card in our hands. So Isis. Why should a higher being, one supposedly of good... why should you?
(she points to her)
Call me?
(She puts her hand to her chest)
Isis:
Because. Like I said, I have a job proposition for you. I dream of making this world my own. My own domain. My own--
She stands and walks down the stairs
Isis:
Play thing. And for that... I require a bit of help.
Aurora:
What is a ruler if she depends on others?
Isis:
Resourceful.
Aurora smiles
Aurora:
What is this job... you wish of me?
Isis:
His name is Angelus.
Aurora:
The vampire? Why he is legendary. Powerful. Mmmm. What are we planing, Isis?
Isis:
He has wisdom. Power and strength. He would be a wonderful alli to have.
Aurora:
He is a vampire. Why should a higher being seek his help?
Isis:
Because. He is not just any vampire. He posses cunning and wit. Not to mention a six pack.
(she licks her lips)
Hmm. But, I want his help. And for that. I need you my pet, to do something for me.
Aurora:
And what would that be?
Isis looks at her, smiling.