GRAPHIC VERSION
4 fingernails, hard as diamond leave the bark of a tree scarred
MALICE BE MY ORNAMENT
Pan left to right on a ruined village with bleeding corpses on the streets
EVIL BE MINE PRIDE
Pan toe to head (in profile) of a silhouette of The Vampire Protagonist (our hero) – a tall young man on a wind-lashed slope overlooking that village
FASHIONED IN THY VERY IMAGE
He turns
I SHALL TURN THY TIDE
The moon rising over dark and creepy woods
THUS SCHOOLED IN THE SONGS OF THE WILD
A black and white photo in the flickering candle light – blood trickling down the top. Subject: our hero when he was still human, with his fiancée
I DROWN MEMORY AND NATURE
People screaming in terror, running helter-skelter, seeking refuge in churches (or temples). A very scared woman (a la The Scream) pointing towards someone
PEOPLE KNOW ME AS THE DEVIL’S CHILD
A clergyman (or a Hindu priest) declaiming from a pulpit (or the steps of a temple) addressing a huge crowd. Pan out to the church tower (or shikhar/gopuram)
AND I CONTEST NOT THEIR PRELATURE
A bunch of kids (they could be in college) around a bonfire – camera seeks out our hero, dressed in jacket and jeans – dark colours, sitting apart from the crowd – final frame has the bonfire on the right and the hero on the left
PERHAPS THAT’S WHY, FROM THE DEPTHS OF HELL
A gust of wind, hero pricks his nose and turns – cut to The Hapless Belle (our heroine) who’s walking in
WAS SENT MY WAY, THIS HAPLESS BELLE
Hero stands up and looks at her
HER VISAGE SWEET, FOR NO FAULT OF HERS
Cut to hero’s eyes wide with shock
BURNS INTO MINE EYES
Heroine stops in her tracks, having noticed the hero
SHE KNOWS NOT WHY, BUT STILL AVERS
She opens her mouth, apparently in greeting, but the hero turns on his heel
OF OUR LONG-FORGOTTEN TIES
Hero throws away a corpse he’s freshly drained
KNOW SHE CANNOT MY EVIL WAYS
Flashback: Hero’s fiancée, from the photograph, revealing her fangs and biting him
NOR OF MY BLOODY PAST
Hero watches heroine surreptitiously from the shadows…
BUT WITHOUT HER SCENT I AM SPENT
…and she suddenly feels his presence and looks around, at which point the hero flees to the woods at preternatural speed and stops at a tree trunk, where he thinks of her and collapses to the ground
AND WITH IT I CAN’T LAST
The hero’s thoughts: torn between the gorgeous fiancée of the past and the beauteous heroine of the present
RENDERED HELPLESS BY THE VAGARIES OF TIME
Hero breaks something (a mirror?) in frustration – splinter cuts his hand – cut heals instantaneously
INURED TO THE STRENGTH OF THE AGES
Hero collapses to the ground screaming, looking towards the heaven
I AM CRUSHED AND ROBBED OF REASON AND RHYME
Hero on the forest floor, lying like the dead, the dilemma still looming
AND LEFT, A CARRION OF IMAGES
Heroine with a lantern, separating from a search party, makes her way to the very spot where the hero is lying prostrate
MEANWHILE SHE MAKES, UNINFORMED, HER AMOROUS ADVANCES
She stops when she reaches him and bends down (to take his pulse?) – he opens his eyes and slowly sits up, unable to move away or to take his eyes off her
UNSLAKED THAT I AM, I CAN’T HELP MYSELF, AND I RETURN HER GLANCES
Cut to a dark alley scene, heroine walking alone, street gang at her heels – she starts running
THUS DOOMED IN LOVE, THIS WAY OR THAT
Hero jumps out of nowhere, heroine walks into him – he steadies her and faces the bad guys
I ALLOW MYSELF THIS PLEASURE
Fistfight; hero throws the last goon bodily out of the frame
I THROW THE FUTURE TO THE WINDS
The couple embrace, the fiancée comes out of nowhere and looms at the corner of the frame, glowering at the scene
AND THE HERE AND NOW I TREASURE
ENDSCREEN: “THE BEGINNING?”
4 fingernails, hard as diamond leave the bark of a tree scarred
MALICE BE MY ORNAMENT
Pan left to right on a ruined village with bleeding corpses on the streets
EVIL BE MINE PRIDE
Pan toe to head (in profile) of a silhouette of The Vampire Protagonist (our hero) – a tall young man on a wind-lashed slope overlooking that village
FASHIONED IN THY VERY IMAGE
He turns
I SHALL TURN THY TIDE
The moon rising over dark and creepy woods
THUS SCHOOLED IN THE SONGS OF THE WILD
A black and white photo in the flickering candle light – blood trickling down the top. Subject: our hero when he was still human, with his fiancée
I DROWN MEMORY AND NATURE
People screaming in terror, running helter-skelter, seeking refuge in churches (or temples). A very scared woman (a la The Scream) pointing towards someone
PEOPLE KNOW ME AS THE DEVIL’S CHILD
A clergyman (or a Hindu priest) declaiming from a pulpit (or the steps of a temple) addressing a huge crowd. Pan out to the church tower (or shikhar/gopuram)
AND I CONTEST NOT THEIR PRELATURE
A bunch of kids (they could be in college) around a bonfire – camera seeks out our hero, dressed in jacket and jeans – dark colours, sitting apart from the crowd – final frame has the bonfire on the right and the hero on the left
PERHAPS THAT’S WHY, FROM THE DEPTHS OF HELL
A gust of wind, hero pricks his nose and turns – cut to The Hapless Belle (our heroine) who’s walking in
WAS SENT MY WAY, THIS HAPLESS BELLE
Hero stands up and looks at her
HER VISAGE SWEET, FOR NO FAULT OF HERS
Cut to hero’s eyes wide with shock
BURNS INTO MINE EYES
Heroine stops in her tracks, having noticed the hero
SHE KNOWS NOT WHY, BUT STILL AVERS
She opens her mouth, apparently in greeting, but the hero turns on his heel
OF OUR LONG-FORGOTTEN TIES
Hero throws away a corpse he’s freshly drained
KNOW SHE CANNOT MY EVIL WAYS
Flashback: Hero’s fiancée, from the photograph, revealing her fangs and biting him
NOR OF MY BLOODY PAST
Hero watches heroine surreptitiously from the shadows…
BUT WITHOUT HER SCENT I AM SPENT
…and she suddenly feels his presence and looks around, at which point the hero flees to the woods at preternatural speed and stops at a tree trunk, where he thinks of her and collapses to the ground
AND WITH IT I CAN’T LAST
The hero’s thoughts: torn between the gorgeous fiancée of the past and the beauteous heroine of the present
RENDERED HELPLESS BY THE VAGARIES OF TIME
Hero breaks something (a mirror?) in frustration – splinter cuts his hand – cut heals instantaneously
INURED TO THE STRENGTH OF THE AGES
Hero collapses to the ground screaming, looking towards the heaven
I AM CRUSHED AND ROBBED OF REASON AND RHYME
Hero on the forest floor, lying like the dead, the dilemma still looming
AND LEFT, A CARRION OF IMAGES
Heroine with a lantern, separating from a search party, makes her way to the very spot where the hero is lying prostrate
MEANWHILE SHE MAKES, UNINFORMED, HER AMOROUS ADVANCES
She stops when she reaches him and bends down (to take his pulse?) – he opens his eyes and slowly sits up, unable to move away or to take his eyes off her
UNSLAKED THAT I AM, I CAN’T HELP MYSELF, AND I RETURN HER GLANCES
Cut to a dark alley scene, heroine walking alone, street gang at her heels – she starts running
THUS DOOMED IN LOVE, THIS WAY OR THAT
Hero jumps out of nowhere, heroine walks into him – he steadies her and faces the bad guys
I ALLOW MYSELF THIS PLEASURE
Fistfight; hero throws the last goon bodily out of the frame
I THROW THE FUTURE TO THE WINDS
The couple embrace, the fiancée comes out of nowhere and looms at the corner of the frame, glowering at the scene
AND THE HERE AND NOW I TREASURE
ENDSCREEN: “THE BEGINNING?”
