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What the hell?

>>

>> New York.

I used to know this city.

When I was younger, these streets felt

different.

Hard, sure.

But familiar.

Now, I've worked these streets long

enough to know every kind of bastard

they can produce.

Thieves,

killers,

bootleggers,

men who'd put a bullet in you for $10.

And every year,

it gets a little worse.

A little colder.

A little meaner.

But this

this is something new.

Six bodies

drained dry.

Two marks in the neck.

No witnesses.

No weapon.

No answers.

Just another killer loose in New York.

At least

that's what I keep telling myself.

>> Go home, Voss.

>> Six bodies don't go home.

>> Some lunatic with a needle.

>> A needle doesn't drain 8 pints of blood.

Six of them now.

And still nothing.

New York didn't need another corpse.

It needed someone who could stop this.

Hell

maybe it just needed something to

believe in again.

>> Detective Voss.

I hear you've been looking for me.

>> Don't be afraid, detective.

I'm not going to kill you.

Not yet.

>> Leave him.

Now.

>>

>> Who the hell are you?

>> You may call me doctor.

Dr. Edmund Ashworth.

>> Start talking. What the hell was that

thing in the alley?

>> You know what it was, detective.

>> A real vampire?

I don't believe in all of this.

>> The world is larger than your evidence

permits, detective.

I learned that the hard way.

>> You're one of them, aren't you?

Stronger, maybe.

That's how you put that thing down so

easily.

>> One of them, yes.

But I am not like them.

Not anymore.

>> What's that supposed to mean?

>> There was a time I could not control the

hunger.

Innocent people paid the price for it.

Over the years, I learned control.

The hunger remains,

but it no longer commands me.

Now I hunt my own kind.

Call it redemption if you like.

I only pray God has left some mercy for

me.

>>

>> What happens if you don't take that?

>> I stop being a doctor.

>> What do you need from me?

>> Information.

You know the victims, the streets,

and the places the police stopped

looking.

They're nesting somewhere in this city.

I just don't know where.

>> You said there's a nest.

>> There will be.

>> How do you know?

>> The young ones don't hunt far from where

they sleep.

These are not six separate hunting

grounds.

They're a circle.

>>

>> The six aren't the first.

I figured they skipped town.

Maybe they didn't.

>> They're moving through covered routes.

>> Alleys.

Below.

The Westside packing district.

There was a meat packing plant on 12th.

Closed after a fire.

Basement never reopened.

You're telling me they've been under our

noses this whole time?

>> They usually are.

>> How many?

>> At least six.

Perhaps more.

Thank you, detective. You've given me

what I needed.

I'll take it from here.

>> Wait, what the hell does that mean?

You find the place

and then you just walk into it by

yourself?

>> I hunted these things before you were

born, detective.

To me, this is just another night's

work.

>> Not anymore.

I've spent months chasing what's been

butchering people in this city.

Now that I finally know what it is, you

expect me to sit here and do nothing?

>> Then I must warn you, detective.

Once you step into this world, there is

no going back.

>> I'll take my chances.

Now tell me

what kills these bastards?

>> Custom piece. Silver nitrate rounds.

Put one through the heart of the head

and they go down.

>> What happens if I miss?

>> Then pray you don't miss.

>> Very well.

Come along then.

Let's hunt us some fiends.

>> Jesus.

>> They feed close to where they sleep.

They are near. Be vigilant.

>> Stop. You've had enough now.

>>

>> Don't hesitate to kill them, detective.

Because they will not hesitate to kill

you.

>> Ready?

Is that all of them?

>> Yes.

>> The ones they killed,

will they turn too?

>> No.

They're dead.

A victim must drink the blood of its

maker

before it can turn into a fiend.

>> Very well done, gentlemen.

Well now,

what a curious partnership.

A doctor and a detective.

Now there's a pair I never expected to

find in company.

It's been a long while, doctor,

since you and I last crossed paths.

I see you've kept yourself busy

putting down our own kind.

>> You were the maker of those fiends.

>> Our father speaks of you with great

disappointment.

You were meant for finer things than

this.

Come back to us, brother.

They are not our equals.

They are cattle,

meat,

nothing more.

>> He is not my father, nor are you my

brother.

I saved them because I could not save

myself.

>> Still clinging to guilt.

What a pitiful thing conscience makes of

power.

You could be so much more.

Instead, you chose to become nothing.

Next time we meet,

believe me,

death is the least painful thing you can

expect.

>>

>> Who was he?

>> Valerian.

He used to be a Roman soldier

many, many centuries ago, before he was

turned by him.

>> By who?

>> My maker.

If Valerian is here,

then he's here, too.

And if he is here,

this city stands at the edge of ruin

already.

There is no fouler creature walking this

Earth.

>> All right, then how the hell do we stop

him?

>> We must find and gather others.

Not saints,

not heroes,

the damned,

the cursed,

those who have fallen

and still choose to stand for mankind.

>> I might know a man who can help.

>> I met our beloved doctor today.

He is making new friends.

>> Good.

Let them gather.

Many have come and gone to perish.

They too shall learn the price of blood

and snow.