SCENE: BLACK

Max: (VO) What now?

Chris: (VO) Now we go home.

Max: (VO) We can't go home now, we just got here!

BLURRED OUTLINES BEGIN TO APPEAR. THEY ARE OF BRIGHT COLORS AMIDST BLACK. THE CAMERA WOBBLES AROUND.

Sophie: (VO) Not much point in coming here, but even less if we don't at least do something.

Amarantha: (VO) Even less if I can't figure out something for you to do.

Chris and Max: (VOs) Huh?

Sophie: (VO whisper) Who's there?

Amarantha: (VO, eerily) I know who you are.

THE CAMERA CENTERS ON THE TRIO, STILL NOT IN FOCUS.

Sophie: (whispers, lifts a stake) What do you know about us? What do you want?

Amarantha: (matter-of-factly) Well, not much. I don't know what you're doing here. I do happen to know that a person could make a much better vampire hunter if he or she were a vampire oneself. What do you say?

Chris: Wait a minute. Let me get this straight. We're at a European amusement park in the middle of the night, and some disembodied voice comes up and tells us we should be vampires. That's it. Max, I'm going home.

Amarantha: And do what, watch TV? Max, you think it's a good idea, don't you? You could be young forever, certainly more sensible than all these fuddy-duddy adults and hormonally-driven teenagers, neither of whom ever believe anything worthwhile.

MAX WALKS OVER TO A PILE OF PROPS A JANITOR HAS YET TO PUT AWAY AND STARTS POKING THROUGH THEM, THEN POKES HIS HEAD INTO THE DOOR OF A RIDE. HE THINKS THAT IF HE CAN LOCATE THE VOICE, HE'LL BE ABLE TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT, ALTHOUGH AT THIS POINT IS UNCLEAR ABOUT JUST WHAT. RUN, MAYBE. OR KILL. RIDDING THE WORLD OF ANOTHER VAMPIRE WOULD DEFINITELY BE A GOOD THING.

Sophie: Max, get away from there.

Amarantha: Oh, come on, Sophie, let him be.

MAX THINKS HE HEARS THE DIRECTION A LITTLE BETTER NOW, AND RUSHES TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FAIRWAY.

Amarantha: (curiously) What are you doing, Max?

Max: I'm looking for you.

Amarantha: Oh.

Chris: (shouts) Max! Let's get out of here! If you want to tell Uncle Gustav, fine, but let's go!

Amarantha: Well, Max, if it's me that you want

THERE IS A BRIGHT FLASH OF LIGHT, AND A RUSHING SOUND, LIKE A WIND TUNNEL. CHRIS AND SOPHIE ARE KNOCKED TO THE GROUND, DAZED. BLACK SPOTS RUSH IN FRONT OF THEIR EYES. WHEN THEY CAN SEE AGAIN, EVERYTHING BUT EACH OTHER IS IN BLACK AND WHITE, AND MAX IS NOWHERE TO BE SEEN. THEY RUN OVER TO THE PLACE HE LAST WAS, LOOKING IN THE BUILDINGS AND RIDES NEARBY, SHOUTING AND SCREAMING HIS NAME, UNSUCCESSFULLY.

Chris: (breathlessly) Okay. He's not here. Where could he have gone? What happened?

Sophie: (also breathlessly) We have to tell Uncle Gustav. He'll know what to do.

THEY SQUEEZE THROUGH A BREAK IN A HIGH WOODEN FENCE THAT HAS NOT BEEN SEEN BEFORE. THEY THEN START TO RUN FOR THE ROAD, WHERE SOME BICYCLES ARE PARKED, TWO ON KICKSTANDS AND ONE LAYING ON THE GROUND. CHRIS RUNS INTO SOMETHING SOLID AND IS KNOCKED DOWN. SOPHIE STOPS, WIDE-EYED.

Lucard: (who is in color, accent particularly heavy at the moment) Well, this is a usual turn of events.

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