Sorry about the delays. Started a new job and a new semester of school.

I guess I misunderstood about the script format so if you guys can bear with me, this story will continue in the same way – cause it's already written and only has two more chapters, and I'll switch formats after this piece.

Thanks again. :)

INT. LOS ANGELES WAREHOUSE - NIGHT

Whistler has already backed the huge semi-truck into their new lair. The huge empty building is nestled up against the river, perfect for water access. Blade has just arrived after the mistake of killing the human. He's not too sure yet how it happened. Used to be, he could smell the difference, but now things are a lot more confusing.

Whistler hands him the small piece of metal. It looks a little hi-tech, more hi-tech than even Whistler usually gets into.

BLADE
What's this?

WHISTLER
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.

BLADE
Hm? Friends?

Whistler nods slightly.

WHISTLER
Yeah, you remember those?

Blade doesn't exactly answer. He knows what friends are. He's had at least two that Whistler disapproved of and he's not so sure why he cares anymore.

EXT.DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES - NIGHT

The building is huge and exactly the opposite of Blade's digs. It's an enormous skyscraper made of steel and glass. From the outside it almost doesn't look any different from a bank or any other financial institution, but as a limousine pulls up outside, the faint shimmer of a vampire glyph is evident where it's etched in marble against the building's front facade.

The door opens and Meg gets out, but not the same woman that left Blade ten days ago. She is wearing stiletto boots and a long leather skirt with thigh-high slits. Above that is a leather corset and an off-the-shoulder wine colored blouse. Her hair is piled in a loose bun but it is her eyes that are the most striking part of the ensemble. Unlike her maker, she does not hide their vivid amber color behind sunglasses.

One of the front doors opens and a dapper male vampire, almost a dandy descends from the building. Dusty blond hair and light blue eyes. Asher Talos has arrived himself to greet the woman who is supposed to be the new American emissary of an ancient European lineage.

ASHER
Madam.

MEG
Asher Talos.
(She quirks her lips slightly.)
Interesting.

He escorts her inside the building. Vampire familiars with sub-machine guns guarding the entry but deferring to his presence.

ASHER
We hadn't heard anything from your lineage in
several months.

MEG
(Calculated.)
Blade's attack caused us grievous hurt.
The Overlord has been most…cautious in revealing
anything about our condition.

ASHER
Even with our news?

She hesitates. She hasn't been able to find out much of the specifics that the Talos siblings have been involved in. She knows they are expanding their power base among the humans, but other than that, no mention of what could possibly threaten Blade. These lies she walks along are such tenuous things.

MEG
He wants proof before committing himself.

ASHER
A valid concern.

MEG
So, Jason was most adamant that I meet you
before I could tour your facilities.

ASHER
A security precaution.
(He gestures her through another door.)
Proof that you are what you say you are.

Meg balks for a moment. The room in front of her is a torture chamber and for a brief second she thinks this is where she's being led. Asher catches her hesitation but points to clarify things. There is a lab just beyond this chamber where a doctor is waiting.

ASHER (cont.)
A blood sample will suffice.

Meg submits to the tiny prick of blood which quickly confirms that she is truly a vampire. She acts put out and Asher is at his best, fawning over the inconvenience of the test. Neither of them notice the two figures watching them through a one-way mirror.

Danica is made up in her usual bizarre fashion with what appears to be a domestic house-cat draped in her hair like a net.

But next to her is a man more frightening by his presence than his appearance. Drake is watching as Asher looks briefly at the mirror and escorts Meg from the room.

DRAKE
She doesn't smell like a pureblood.

DANICA
They might use a half-blood for protection.
Rumor was that they lost several of his
heirs. He'd want to keep those left close to
home. Use someone more expendable.

DRAKE
No. (He leans forward slightly, as if that will increase
what he sensed.) Not a half-blood either.
Something different.

DANICA
A threat?

Drake ponders this for a moment. He had no real interest in these people, foolish children running around to prove their dominance. Nothing remotely worth his time. But this woman smells like something different, not the weak scent of the vampires around him, but something new and unique that he can't quite identify.

DRAKE
Let her go to the factories. I will deal with her
when she returns.

DANICA
It would be easier to kill her now.

DRAKE
No. Not yet.

Danica grimaces, put out by his dismissive behavior. Then her eyes narrow as Asher lets the door swing shut behind him and the woman. To her the bitch smells like competition and she isn't about to put up with that.

But Drake walks away from her too and there really isn't anything she can do to stop it.

EXT.THE TALOS BUILDING - NIGHT

Asher is quite a bit closer to Meg than when he started. She is flirting shyly and he's falling for it easily. This is what she's good at, the way she hunts, and it works no matter what she has become. Flatter 'em, draw 'em in, and then stake them through the heart.

She is focused intently on him and he's responding just the way he's supposed to. Meg realizes that her hand is itching to pull a weapon on him but she's completely unarmed, Blade's idea, not hers. Killing him will have to wait.

ASHER
Six hours up the coast and you'll see our main processing
facility and factories. Pretty soon we'll have their capabilities
all along this coast.

MEG
I look forward to seeing them.

DRAKE
I didn't get your name.

Meg and Asher spin. Drake's deep voice has startled both of them.

But nothing startles Meg more than the sudden rush of blood that hits her. She can't reconcile the sudden swift attraction to the man in front of her with the absolute certainty of what he is.

DRAKE (cont.)
Your name?

She is speechless. Completely caught off guard. No vampire has ever made her feel this way, no man either. Asher – off to her side – realizes quite quickly that he's lost his standing in the ranks and something like anger flashes quickly over his face before it disappears.

ASHER
Her name is Margaret.

DRAKE
But you don't go by that.

It's not quite a question but Meg shakes her head in response, her eyes locked on him.

MEG
No.

He steps down the final stair so that they are so close as to be touching. He is wearing a white linen shirt that contrasts starkly with the dark colors of her clothing. This close, she can see the strange scar on his chest and she faint almost reptilian smell that he gives off. But instead of being distasteful it is addictive, as though there are pheremones in it that overpower anything else.

DRAKE
You're not a pure-blood. But you're not a
half-blood either.

Meg fights for control. She can't give up her cover, no matter how hard it is to concentrate. Blade prepared her for this eventuality but now that she needs it, she can barely remember what to say.

MEG
We're using gene modification….
Trying to restabilize the genome.

DRAKE
Is that so?

MEG
(A whisper.)
Yes.

Asher finally gets some balls and intercedes between the two of them.

ASHER
It's almost daylight. You'll need to get on
the road.

MEG
Of course.

She steps back from Drake even as her pulse races up into her throat.

MEG (cont.)
Your pardon, but I should be going.

DRAKE
Of course.

He relinquishes control of her gaze as Asher opens the limousine door and Meg gets in. Once she's away from Drake her pulse drops but then rises as she realizes that she has no idea of who – or what – she's just met.

As the vehicle pulls away from the Talos building she pulls out a tiny cell-phone. Her fingers trip over the number and she has to dial again before Blade's voice comes through the receiver.

BLADE (phone filter)
Yes.

MEG
I'm headed north.

BLADE (phone filter)
Good.

MEG
There is something else.

BLADE (phone filter)
Focus on what you're supposed to focus on.

MEG
But…

BLADE
Everything is under control.
Understood?

MEG
Yes, of course.
(Softer.)
I know the plan.

The phone goes dead in her hand and she leans back against the seat with the phone clenched tightly against her chest.

She can't get him out of her mind. Along with the sudden new fear that Blade is wrong, that nothing is under control.

EXT.SAN FRANCISCO AIRPORT HANGAR - EARLY NIGHT

The limousine is parked at a funny angle outside of the airport hangar. The vampire glyphs that mark the building are much more obvious here. There are muted sounds of shouting from inside the building and gunfire. A window bursts out, even as the vampire crashing through it turns to ash.

Then silence.

A moment later, Meg walks through the doors. No longer the sleek Damaskeinos emissary, now she's back to her normal angry self. Black pants with a sleek grey top and knee high boots that are holding her asp in reserve. That's not what caused all the fighting inside, she's also carrying a stolen machine gun that she took from one of the vampire guards shortly after she saw what they meant by a processing facility.

It's a body farm. And she steps outside even as the first set of explosions start to go off inside. Nothing pretty or easy. She's sprayed jet fuel across the floor and it goes up brutally. Burst after burst of fire.

She dives behind the limousine for cover as her cell starts ringing.

MEG
Yeah?

She ducks as another set of implosions rock the hangar.

MEG (cont.)
Blade? What? I don't understand.

Shock runs across her face as he tells her.

MEG (cont.)
I'm on my way.