An excerpt from my weird little vampire comedy, “Suckers,” about Doug, a vampire who finds out that fangs give you a speech impediment and geek is forever.
EXT. HIGHGATE CEMETERY, LONDON, THE DAZIEL TOMB, NEAR SWAIN’S LANE – NIGHT
A Victorian-era cemetery: Gothic architecture, climbing ivy on the trees and stone. Pagan gargoyles lust after stone angels in the dark. The moon is out and the fog lies low.
A Londoner, teenage, in heavy eyeliner, SARAH HUTCHINSON, slight, dressed all in black is walking through the fog, a bag slung over her shoulder. Her artificially black hair falls in her face a little as she passes by a particularly large and foreboding tomb.
A DARK FIGURE whizzes by. Sarah freezes. The only motion is the swirling of the fog. She breathes shallowly and adjusts her bag on her shoulder.
Another BLUR OF MOVEMENT on the other side of her, she whips around with a gasp.
A POV from behind the graves. Sarah’s eyes are wide and glassy, like a cornered animal.
Sarah’s eyes settle on the viewer’s angle. The POV shot tilts upward, shooting into the air at a vertigo inducing pace.
Sarah looks at the top of a tree. The fog swirls just above it, but there is nothing there but leaves and low-lying cloud.
Sarah alone on the road, a silhouette in the moonlight. She is still scanning the area by the tree line off to the side.
This isn’t funny, Sean–
Suddenly, the dark figure POUNCES on her from above, bringing her to the ground. She lets out a muffled cry, but is immediately silenced. Continue reading