Thursday, November 6, 2008

311. The Morning After - Leslie







  • FADE IN:

  • INT. CATHEDRAL - MORNING

  • ADA lies in a dark patch under a massive Rosetta the Cathedral wall.

  • Colored sunlight recreates the pattern on the dusty floor.

  • She wakes up with a start, her eyes popping open as she grabs her neck in panic.

  • Two livid bites mark her neck.

  • She looks around but sees no one.

  • Slowly moving to her feet, she cautiously walks into the patch of light streaming from the stained glass.

  • Her skin sizzles and she screams running out of the sunlight into the shadows.

  • She looks at her arms as the burned skin smooths, healing.

  • Ada looks around, then runs through the pew to the font of holy water in the back of the room.

  • She looks down into the water.

  • Her face is pale and when she opens her mouth, two fangs curve almost delicately where her incisors once sat.

  • She backs away from the image in shock, stumbling into a pillar.

  • Taking a deep breath, Ada tries not to panic.

  • She goes back to the water and takes a second look, trying to slow her breathing.

  • She pulls her hair back and slowly bares her fangs.

  • Despite herself, she smiles a bit, almost shyly at first, then with a hint of pleasure.

  • The flash of deviance frightens her and unexpectedly, a dark, red tear forms in the corner of her eye and falls into the font, creating red trails that radiate down into the water.

  • She backs away and retreats to a windowless grotto.

  • The door of the church opens and a young priest walks in.

  • Instinctively, Ada licks her lips hungrily.

  • She stops in the middle of the motion, realizing what she is doing.

  • Horror seeps into her eyes.

  • She blinks away more tears and interlaces her fingers tightly.

  • Then without another thought, she dives into the sunlight.

  • She screams as her skin bubbles and then she explodes in a fine mist of ash which falls gently through the colored sun beams.

  • The priest stares in horror, staggers backwards before racing out the door, leaving the ash to fall gently like flakes of gray snow, onto the hard floor.

  • FADE TO BLACK.


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