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I have killed the vampire Darius.

Beth.

Call The Brotherhood.

Tohrment. Vishous. Rhage. Phury.

Nice of you to show up, Z.

How about you get off my dick?

Master Darius asked me to give this to you.

Her name is Elizabeth Randall.

Police! Halt! Let me see your hands.

I'm here to save her.

Let him go!

You're about to get sick, Beth.

And I'm the only one who can help you.

Who was my father?

He was as I am.

Vampires were created by the Scribe Virgin.

The strongest males were chosen.

Those warriors were bred

through the strongest females over generations

until a separate subspecies of vampires emerged.

The most powerful were indoctrinated into the Black Dagger Brotherhood.

Who are you fighting?

Lessers,

humans who have traded their souls to the Omega for a free reign of terror.

When was the last time you fed?

My lord, I release you from the covenant.

I'm no longer your concern.

What's your name?

I'm called Marissa.

Butch... or Brian O'Neal.

People call me Butch, though.

- So, we can kill him now? - Back off, V.

The man doesn't die just because he's not one of us.

I don't like humans.

Yeah? Not too crazy about you bloodsuckers.

Will you have me as your hellren?

Yes. I will marry you.

The tomb's mansion, that's where we should go.

That's a damn good idea.

The place is also big enough.

We could all live there without killing each other.

About the cop.

He should come with us.

Any particular reason?

I've dreamed of him.

Safety in numbers, right?

I guess we've got ourselves a home.

Oh, man. Are we gonna have to watch them smooch all the time?

We should be so lucky.

Yeah. All I want is one good female.

But I guess I'll settle for quantity until I find her.

Life just sucks, doesn't it?

You want me to send you back?

I want to see my daughter. Just once.

You will have no conscious memory of her.

You will not be as you are now.

I give you life anew,

Darius, Son of Marklon.

May you find what you seek in this incarnation.

Oh, hell, V. You're killing me.

If I were killing you, cop,

footwear would be the last thing on your mind.

Did you have to go for my dress blacks?

They feel good.

Why don't you ask Fritz to get you some?

I'll ask him for you.

Well, aren't you a gentleman?

You need the Escalade tonight?

Need to know, one way or the other.

Damn.

Flyboy's gonna have to learn how to use the doorbell.

What's doing, Hollywood?

Time to go, cop.

Damn, vampire.

You get enough last night?

That redhead looked like serious stuff.

So did her sister.

And you know me, always hungry.

You thinking of hitting One Eye in a towel?

So...

So...

You're dolled up for someone who turns down the females all the time.

Do I know her?

Doesn't she want you?

We're gonna find out tonight.

You're lucky, cop.

Always wondered what it would be like to have a female of worth.

Okay, Hollywood. What's the punchline?

Can we get out of here?

Tired of waiting on you, boys.

The details are boring.

The civilian vampire escaped.

Will it survive?

I don't know.

Were you here when it happened?

No.

Mr. O, if you don't tell me who did this,

I might have to take this failure out on you.

Don't you want me to punish the right person?

I wanna take care of it myself.

I'm sure you do.

We both know how much you like to work...

independently.

But I'm glad you came to me first.

You can have Mr. E.

I wanna do it with an audience.

Your squadron?

And others.

Trying to prove yourself again?

Setting a higher standard.

You are an arrogant little bastard, aren't you?

But have fun, son.

And remember,

you are not me

and you never will be.

Good luck, man.

It'll be what it is.

All right. Who is she, V? One of us?

Marissa.

Marissa? As in Wrath's former shellan?

Oh, man. I need details.

I don't ride him about it.

Neither should you.

Aren't you curious?

Oh, right, you already know her don't you?

You ever dream of me?

See my future?

Do you really wanna know?

Only one thing I care about.

Will I live long enough to get away from my curse?

Scratch it, V, I don't wanna know.

Ninety-one years, eight months, four days.

Rhage, your destiny is coming for you.

And she's coming soon.

Oh, yeah?

- What's the female like? I prefer-- - She's a virgin.

Suicide prevention hotline. This is Mary.

How may I help you?

This is Mary. How may I help you?

I know it's you.

I'm glad you're reaching out again.

Please, can't you tell me your name?

Or what's wrong?

Your silent caller?

The cops got back to me.

Short of assigning details to every payphone in Caldwell--

- I'm not in danger. - You don't know that.

Come on, Rhonda. It's been nine months.

If this person was gonna jump me, they would've.

- I really wanna help. - I'm concerned.

You're getting too personal.

No, I'm not. They're calling here for a reason.

- I know I can take care of them. - Mary, stop.

This is hard to say, but you need a break.

Rhonda, please, not now.

I need to be here.

This is not the place for you to work out your issues, you know that.

You are one of my best volunteers. I want you to come back.

Clear your head.

Take some time.

Of course. You're right.

I'll leave as soon as Bill comes in.

Good.

Yeah. Butch-- Brian O'Neal to see Marissa, please.

We are not receiving tonight.

I'm sure if you let her know it's me...

Marissa?

You did the right thing, Marissa.

Our people would never accept...

him.

Mary, this is Dr. Della Croce. Please call to schedule an appointment.

If you like, we can discuss the follow up to your...

This is Dr. Della Croce. Leave us a message.

You don't know that anything's wrong.

They didn't say it's back.

You don't know yet. You don't know what it is.

Who are you?

What are you doing here?

Are you lost?

Do you read lips or can you hear?

You're the caller.

I believe you.

You want something to eat?

You want a sweater?

What's your name?

John Matthew.

Two New Testament prophets.

You were in an orphanage?

Were you adopted?

Foster parents?

Across from the hotline's offices.

That's how you knew I was there tonight.

And you followed me home?

Do you do that often?

Mary?

Are you up for a visit?

Hi.

I'm Bella. Mary's neighbor.

This is John Matthew.

No. Stay.

Yeah. Come on, John.

Stay with us.

Hey, Vishous.

Evening, Caith.

You going to say hello, Rhage?

You're blocking my view.

How is it that you'll do so many humans and deny me?

Just not interested.

Well, you should try me sometime.

That's right, Rhage, squeeze harder. I like it when it hurts.

Hey.

I'm settling in right now.

Maybe later.

I don't know how you can stand her.

She has her attributes.

Hi.

What's your name?

Tiffany.

Nice to meet you, Tiffany.

You're not serious?

What did he say?

He watched The Matrix four times last week.

I'm sorry to break it to you, but that's pathetic.

He really likes martial arts.

What's that on your wrist?

That's gorgeous.

May I see it?

Where did you get this?

He says he made it.

Where did you say you were from?

He lives here. He was born here.

Where are his parents?

- He doesn't have any. - None?

Those markings, do you know what they mean?

He says they don't mean anything.

He just dreams of them and he likes the way they look.

Bella, ease off. Okay?

Sorry.

I...

I'm really sorry.

Does your head hurt?

Would you guys excuse me? I will be right back.

Come on, come on, please.

At the tone, please record your name and number.

I...

My name is Bella. I'm looking for The Brotherhood.

I need help.

You can call me back at 555-0129.

Hello?

Bella?

Yes.

You called us.

Yes. I met a young man pre-transition.

No family. He has a bracelet with a warrior's name on it.

Terror. He says he dreamt it.

I don't think he knows who he is. I thought maybe you could help.

Tomorrow you will bring him to us.

He doesn't speak. He can hear, but he needs a translator.

Then bring one with him.

The female he's using is human.

We'll take care of her memories.

A car will come for you at 9:00.

Okay. Okay. My address is--

We know where you live.

Hey. Sorry about that. I just had an idea, I wanted to check it out.

John, I know some folks who are really into martial arts.

Any interest in meeting them?

Why? For training?

Yeah. Maybe.

He can't afford it.

What if it's free?

Mary, tell him this is a place where master fighters hang out.

He could talk to them and get to know them.

He wants to remind you he can hear perfectly well.

I'm sorry.

Just come meet them tomorrow night.

What have you got to lose?

He says okay.

You would have to come, too.

To translate.

9:00, tomorrow night.

We got next game.

Hey, cop.

- How did it go? - No go.

Oh, hells.

I'm sorry.

Me too.

Done.

Wrath needs us. You coming?

Sitting here and drinking alone's got "bad idea" written all over it.

You wanna poof it or ride back with me?

We got time to drive.

I'll grab Hollywood.

Rhage, buddy. Gotta bounce.

Hey, I'm not cock-blocking for kicks and giggles.

- Mother ship called. - Shit.

Cop, sorry about the evil eye back there.

- I get a little focused. - No problem.

- How did your female-- - Not a chance.

Damn, Butch. That rots.

Lessers.

- Cop, you might wanna stay in the car. - Fuck you, V.

- Going with one of mine? - No, I'm going out there naked.

Jesus, that guy is nuts.

Cop! Get in the fucking car!

- Rhage. Rhage is out there. - Come on.

We're not leaving Rhage out there!

What the hell is that?

That's Rhage, when he's in a really bad mood.

- Since when has he-- - Since he pissed off the Scribe Virgin.

She cursed him. Two hundred years of hell.

Does it happen often?

When he gets worked up.

Sex keeps him calm.

You don't wanna screw around with the beast, cop.

It doesn't know who's a friend and who's lunch.

All we can do is wait.

Then take care of him.

Take care of him?

Every bone in his body breaks when that thing comes out.

And as it leaves, he gets nailed again.

- Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. - Whoa. Whoa!

- Can it get in the car? - If it really wants to.

It can't be very hungry.

Yeah.

What if it's got room for Jell-O?

Fuck.

What was that?

You and V hurt?

No. Nah, we're good.

Please...

- take me home. - Don't you worry about a thing.

We got you.

All right. Come on.

All right, big guy. Down you go.

And look who it is. Nurse Vishous with your Alka-Seltzer.

Bullet went through clean, but he doesn't look good.

He'll be all right in a day or two.

That creature was something else.

He tries not to show it,

but he's terrified of it hurting someone.

You boys had some fun on the way home.

Yeah, Rhage really let loose.

How many did you...

You took good care of Rhage tonight, Butch.

I appreciate it.

You'd done the same for me.

Havers had a trauma case tonight.

Civilian male. Beat to shit, barely conscious.

Before he died, he told Havers he'd been worked over by the Lessers.

They wanted to know about The Brotherhood.

Another one.

We're seeing a shift in the Lessening Society's strategy.

The male described a place specifically set up for interrogation.

V,

go to the civilian's family.

Tell them the death will be avenged.

Done.

Phury, talk to Havers' staff.

See if you can get a bead on where they had him and how he escaped.

I'm not going to have those bastards using my civilians as scratching posts.

They're working over their own kind, too.

We found a Lesser being strung up in a tree on the way home,

surrounded by his friends.

Hell of a coincidence.

Civilian gets free of a torture camp. Lesser shows up looking like a pincushion.

You get any info off the Lessers?

Or did Rhage clean house?

- Everything was gone. - Not exactly.

I got this off the one they turned on.

Gary Essen.

Oh, lived in my old patch.

Never know your neighbors, do you?

I'll search the apartment.

One more thing.

Got a call tonight.

Civilian female found a young male out on his own.

He had the name Tehrror on a bracelet he said was his.

But he doesn't know he's a vampire.

Interesting.

I told her to bring him to the training center tomorrow.

He doesn't speak.

His translator's coming with him.

She's human.

You mind explaining why you killed your squadron last night?

I didn't kill them.

But a creature did?

Please, Mr. O.

- Be more original. - I told you exactly what I saw.

Why would I lie?

The why is irrelevant to me.

Those were Primes you killed out there.

- Seasoned Lessers-- - I didn't kill them.

Do you have any idea

how long it takes to make a Prime?

Decades, centuries.

You wiped out three in one night,

which brings your total to four, including Mr. M,

who you sliced without my permission.

Not to mention the betas that you killed.

You're only three years into the society.

You are strong, you are effective,

and you're proving impossible to control.

I put you with Primes to temper you.

Instead, you killed them.

You took out some of our best assets last night.

It is going to stop, Mr. O,

right now.

- Time for a little behavior modification. - I told you the truth!

In you go.

Time for talking has passed.

Oh, my God.

The Omega.

No.

If you'll excuse me,

I'm going to leave the two of you alone.

Bella? I think our ride's here.

I am Fritz. Please allow me to drive you.

Oh, thank you.

Do you know where we're being taken?

Sure.

We're going to meet some of the most amazing males you've ever seen.

You will not have to wait long.

You mind telling me what this place is?

It's a facility.

A facility.

You know, for training.

Are these friends of yours with the government or something?

Oh, no. No.

Yeah.

What did he say?

He's as curious as I am.

Who are you? How did you get in here?

I'm not going to hurt you.

But you don't belong here.

Who are you?

My name...

My name is Mary. I'm here with a friend.

Say that again.

My name is Mary Luce.

I'm a friend of Bella's. We came here with a boy, John Matthew. We were invited.

Say something else.

What?

Talk.

Talk to me.

I wanna hear your voice again.

You don't look well. Do you need a doctor?

More.

Could you...

could you please let me go?

No.

Talk.

Please.

You're crowding me.

I know.

Talk.

For God's sake, what do you want me to say?

Anything.

Fine.

Get your hand off me and let me go or I'm gonna knee you where it counts.

Keep talking.

Please.

I have nothing to say.

Get off of me.

So say that.

What?

Nothing.

Say nothing.

- Say it. - Fine.

Nothing. Nothing.

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing! There.

Will you let me go now?

No.

Talk to me, Mary.

Antidisestablishmentarianism.

What?

Just wondering if you could say that for me.

Are you a virgin?

I beg your pardon. What kind of question is that?

Have you ever been taken by a male?

Answer the question.

Yes. Yes, I've had...

a lover.

Where do you live?

Your heart is beating fast, Mary.

That's because I'm frightened.

Fear isn't the only thing you're feeling.

Mary?

Mary, are you okay?

Oh, my God.

Your friend's worried about you.

You can tell her...

she shouldn't be.

I have an idea.

Why don't you let me go, and then I won't have to reassure her?

Rhage.

I'm gonna ignore them both.

If you do the same,

we can make them

disappear.

See you later, Mary.

Where's the boy?

The boy?

He's in here.

You were the one who called?

Yes.

This is Mary Luce.

And John. John Matthew.

I'm Tohrment.

How you doing, son?

He says fine, sir. How are you?

I'm all right.

Wait in the hall. I'll talk to you after I speak with him.

So, tell me, where'd you grow up?

Here in town.

First in an orphanage,

then...

with a couple sets of foster parents.

You know anything about your mom and dad?

I was born in a bathroom stall in a bus station.

The janitor

who found me took me to the nuns.

Bella told me you had a bracelet with some designs on it.

Would you show me?

That's real nice, son.

You make it?

Where did you get the idea for the design?

He dreams of the pattern.

Mind if I ask what your dreams are like?

It's all right.

Whatever it is, it's okay.

He's in a dark place,

kneeling in front of an altar.

Behind it, he sees writing on the wall,

hundreds of lines of writing in black stone.

Of-- John, wait, slow down. I can't translate when you go so fast.

In the dream, he keeps going over to the altar,

and touching a line of writing that...

looks like this.

Is there anything else you can think of about yourself

that maybe makes you different from others?

I dream...

of blood,

of fangs,

of biting,

and...

Where did you get that?

He was born with it.

What are you doing here?

I'm sorry.

Yeah,

I bet you are.