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Our Father, who art in Heaven, cursed be Thy name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be spited, on Earth, as it is in Hell.
That's enough!
Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us not our trespasses...
I said that's enough!
... as we will never forgive those who trespass against us!
You will shut your mouth!
Lead us into temptation, and deliver us to evil, for Thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory.
For a few hours longer.
Amen.
Amen.
[to Kaetenay] I knew you were too mean to die.
You were very kind to me once, and I loved you for it. The man I knew deserved to be loved.
And the man you see?
[smiles] No less.
You may want to fight on until the sun falls from the sky, the last fucking Apache, and more power to you, pal. But I'm done.
You may be done with Hell, but it is not done with you.
I've done cruel things. I've been unworthy, and hurt those who didn't deserve it. A kind of madness, call it, and bottomless rage. The sun will never shine as brightly for me, now that I've walked in darkness. I cannot be the man I was.
You were lost. Now, you are home.
Ever so charming, aren't you? All charm, and nothing but. There may come a day when that ain't enough.
And are you to choose that day?
You wanted a killer. You got one. Can't go back now.
Listen, child. I can toss you out like the baggage you are whenever it pleases me. And don't think for one moment your tiresome Sapphic escapades shock me. You think you're bold? You think you know sin? You're still learning the language. I wrote the bloody book. [grabs her by the throat] You want to play with me, kitten? Then show me your claws!
I'm no witch. You know nothing of me.
You are a great, fertile bitch of evil, and I love you for your fertility and your power. You are the woman of all our dreams and all our night terrors.
We have been shunned in our time, Vanessa. The world turns away in horror - why? Because we're different. Ugly. Exceptional. We are the lonely night creatures, are we not? The bat, the fox, the spider, the rat...
The scorpion.
The broken things.
The unloved.
There's one monster who loves you for who you really are, and here he stands. I don't want to make you good, I don't want you to be normal. You don't need to be anything but who you truly are. You have tried for so long to be what everyone wants you to be, what you thought you ought to be, what your church and your family and your doctors said you must be. Why not be who you are instead?
Myself...
You will never be alone again. I will love you until time has lost all meaning.
Yes...
Do you accept me?
I accept... myself...
[she bares her throat to him, and he begins drinking her blood]
[voiceover] And then all light will end, and the world will live in darkness. The very air will be pestilence to mankind. And our brethren, the night creatures, will emerge and feed. Such is our power. Such is our kingdom. Such is my kiss.
Mr. Chandler, you will need a mask, something to filter the air.
I can handle the fog.
That is not fog. That's what we all thought at first: an especially dense fog mixing with the chlorine gases from the factories. And then people started to die. First by the dozens, then by the hundreds. Last week, 7,000 people died in London. It is not a fog, Mr. Chandler. It is a plague.
I'll take my chances. He needs a doctor. I need to find Miss Ives.
We all need to find Miss Ives. If I'm correct, she is the only one who can stop all this.
And what is "all this"?
The End of Days.
In my time, I have seen a thousand Lilys. Beating their breasts, burning too bright and too wild. I understand she dazzled you, but she's gone now. Trust me when I tell you, you are lucky. You have glimpsed liberty, and that is more than most ever know. Go back to your short little life, or build a new one. I don't care in the slightest.
I can't go back. I can't live that way again.
You will be surprised with what one can live with.
I won't go back.
The choice isn't yours to make, child.
But it is. I would rather die here on my feet than live a lifetime on my knees.
Do you mean that? As you wish.
[he takes her face in his hands, kisses her, and breaks her neck]
Why is it that men always resist doing what's best for them if they think it makes them look weak, especially when the advice is advocated by a member of the opposite sex?
I suppose we're just proud.
I'm all for pride, but there are limits.
I've never known them.
Then you'll learn.
Are you going to teach me?
You could do worse, though I've a firm hand, Sir M.
There are some wounds that can never heal. There are scars that make us who we are - without them, we don't exist.
What do you fear?
I don't know what you mean.
I can smell it on you.
He's coming - your Mr. Chandler. I have reason to fear him. He is foretold as my singular enemy.
Fear not all prophecies. We defy them. We make our own Heaven, and our own Hell. Let him come. He and I shall write the ending in blood, as it was always going to be.
A vision was sent to me of a man with a true heart - a son - and only then did I understand my true purpose. It was not to save my people. It was to give you the power to save all people.
You did this to me? You made this monster!
I claimed you from God.
[enraged, Ethan slams him against the wall]
Do you how many people I've murdered? How many have suffered? This blood is on my soul! You poisoned my heart!
I have given you the power to save her. [pause] Graves will overflow. The rivers will run red with blood, and darkness will consume the Earth. Only one man can stop this. I alone understand the sins you have committed, the pain you carry. But all your life, you have run from this pain. You ran from your father. You ran from your tribe. Tonight, you stop running. Tonight you accept the destiny that God has given you.
Do you not yet comprehend the wicked secret of the immortal? All age and die, save you. All rot and fall to dust, save you. Any child you bear becomes a crone and perishes before your eyes. Any lover withers and shrinks into incontinence and bent, toothless senility, while you, only you, never age, never die, never fade - alone. But after a time you'll lose the desire for passion entirely, for connection with anyone, like a muscle that atrophies from lack of use. [glances at the portraits] And one day you will realize that you have become like them - beautiful and dead. You have become a perfect portrait of yourself.
An eternity without passion, without affection, caring for nobody...
[smiles] A small price to pay for such immortal perfection, don't you think?
Goodbye, Dorian. I hope they watch over you.
[she leaves]
You'll be back, and I'll be here. [pause] I'll always be here.
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