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Aaron Walker
DISOBEY YOUR THIRST
A Short Screenplay


Fade in:

EXT. city street - nIGHT

A fading streetlight. Bars on every window. Graffiti.

The kind of street no sane person would be caught dead in at night.

A back alley. Four figures, huddled together.

SANDY - 30s, a little pale - shifts his feet nervously. He's here with EDDIE, 30s, much more relaxed.

Two THUGS stare them down.

Thug #1

So you in or what? C'mon, man, I ain't got all night.

Hesitation. Sandy eyes look everywhere except at the thugs.

THUG #2

Shit, man, told you these dudes was pussies.

Eddie

We're in, we're in.

Thug #1

What about your friend? He don't look like he --

EDDIE

He's fine. He'll be fine.

(to Sandy)

You'll be fine, right?

Sandy

Yeah.

Thug #2

Let's do this then, motherfuckers.

Later

The four stand in the shadows of the alley. Thug #2 on lookout.

Sandy leans heavily against the wall. Breathing loudly -- too loudly.

Thug #1

(whispering, to Eddie)

Man, you better shut his ass up. You don't want me to do it.

Eddie

Please, Sandy, just calm down. You've got to calm down.

THUG #2

All ya'll better shut the fuck up. Someone's comin'.

Footsteps. Giggling.

A MAN and a WOMAN approach. They seem drunk. Oblivious to where they are.

Thug #1

Get ready.

The man and woman are almost to the alley.

SANDY

Oh shit oh shit oh shit...

Thug #1 smiles. Reveals a mouth full of long, sharp teeth.

The couple stumbles into the opening of the alley.

All except Sandy burst from their hiding place. Snorting, growling, howling.

The woman screams. The man pushes her away, reaches into his coat --

Eddie and the thugs pounce on him --

The whole area is flooded with light.

Police cars barrel down the street, skid to a stop at the scene. Spotlights blaze.

COPS spill out, aim their guns -- and their crosses.

COP #1

Freeze, bloodsuckers!

The man brandishes a crucifix. Eddie and the thugs cower, hissing and spitting.

A spotlight shines into the alley. Sandy. He's a deer in headlights.

Man

There's another one! More crosses over here!

It's fight or flight -- Sandy goes for flight.

His speed is incredible. The cops pursue, hopelessly slow.

Sandy makes the end of the alley. A superhuman leap. Lands on the fire escape three floors up.

Guns blaze --

But two more bounds and Sandy has cleared the roof. He's gone.

InT. courtroom - nIGHT

A few people in attendance. Everyone looks tired.

Sandy sits in the last row, close to the door. Careworn. Trying not to look too out of place.

Before the JUDGE stands the defendant -- Eddie. His LAWYER next to him.

JUDGE

Mr. Carlson, how do you plead?

EDDIE

Guilty, your honor.

Sandy squirms.

Lawyer

Your honor, my client has no priors and wishes to throw himself upon the mercy of the court.

A glimmer of hope on Sandy's face.

JUDGE

Very well... Mr. Carlson, you know as well as I that being a vampire is not a crime. But being an unregistered vampire is.

The BAILIFF eyes Sandy suspiciously.

Sandy notices. Very uncomfortable now.

JuDGE (cont'd)

And attacking a human being with the intent to feed is an even more serious criminal offense. Do you understand?

EddIE

Yes, your honor. I am very, very sorry for what I did. And I know I should have registered myself, as soon as I knew for sure.

Sandy pushes himself slowly out of his chair. Edges toward the door.

The bailiff's hand inches towards his sidearm.

JUDGE

Mr. Carlson, you are the victim of a terrible, terrible disease. But I want you to know that there is help for you. You have only to accept it...

Sandy exits quickly.

INT. apartment hallway - night

The LANDLADY -- late 40s, a human poodle - -bangs on Sandy's apartment door. A POODLE -- her twin -- yaps at her feet.

Landlady

Alexander Marks! If you're in there, open up!

INT. sandy's apartment - night

Sandy sits on his couch. Fidgety. Completely haggard now.

He works a pair of Chinese hand balls furiously. Chews a mouthful of gum.

LandlaDY (O.S.)

Are you in there? Do you hear me? Answer the door if you're in there!

Sandy tosses the balls away. Begins to pace. A caged tiger.

Landlady (cont'd)

Do you have any idea how late on rent you are, mister?

He stops in front of the door. Spits out the gum. Snarls.

LANDLADY (cont'd)

You're in there! I know you're in there, I can hear you! Open this --

A shocking display of force. Sandy dashes the door open -- springs upon her, teeth bared --

No time to scream. She just collapses.

Fangs sink into her neck. He begins to drink, desperately. Dragging her inside.

The poodle rushes after. Yapping incessantly.

Sandy turns on the dog, hissing -- it squeals once, then silence --

Except for the sounds of flesh, tearing...

LATER

Sandy crouches over something. Still feeding.

Something stirs on the floor nearby.

He pauses, listening. Head cocked liked an animal.

A moan. The landlady.

He stares at her. A total blank. No idea what he's been doing.

Realization dawns. Horror, then relief that she's still alive.

But the blood on his hands, so much... he looks down. Sees what he's been up to --

Poodle pieces everywhere. Bloody bits of fur. A carcass like a Thanksgiving turkey at the end of the meal.

Repulsion. Fear. Frustration. Sorrow. Sandy begins to weep.

Int. Meeting room - nIGHT

A kind of Alcoholics Anonymous, for vampires.

Sandy -- looking better, but still pallid -- sits with several other MEMBERS in a circle.

One member -- LINDA, 30s -- is standing. Bawling her eyes out. The group's FACILITATOR pats her on the back reassuringly.

Many members wipe tears from their own eyes. Noses are blown. Sniffles. Short sobs.

Facilitator

That was wonderful, Linda. Yes. Thank you so much.

Linda sits.

FaCILITATOR (cont'd)

Now, is there anyone else who would like to share with us this evening?

Sandy raises his hand slowly. The facilitator checks her clipboard.

FACILITATOR (cont'd)

Yes, okay, Mister... Marks, is it? Recently registered?

He nods.

FACILITATOR (cont'd)

Yes, good. Go ahead, please.

Sandy stands. Scans the faces of the people around him. Everyone so welcoming, so hopeful.

SANDY

Hello, I'm Sandy, and I'm a vampire. It's been three days since I've had a drink.

Fade out