a high-ceilinged ballroom packed with swaying bodies. retrofitted into a trance-dance hall. off to the sides, people are being pierced, tattooed, ritually scarred. silver trays piled high with razor blades are passed through the writhing crowd. everyone looks suspicious.
blade works his way through the crowd. the beat is getting heavier now, the crowd more energized. he briefly makes eye contact with nyssa, but then she's gone again, disappearing into the sea of flesh, ducking past one of the vinyl sheets into a corridor beyond. chupa, asad, snowman and priest remain behind, searching the crowd.
chupa, asad, snowman and priest. three shadowed figures are lurking near one of the exits -- skinhead types, each with a hairline scar running down their chin. asad silently motions to snowman and the others, indicating figures. snowman signs something back. the vampire trio starts towards them.
as the music reaches a crescendo, asad notices more shadowy figures by another exit. and even more by a third. snowman signs to asad again, more urgently this time, as the first potential reaper begins to turn and we are --
the first skinhead figure spins towards us. it's a reaper. all three of them are, eyes wide with bloodlust as they leap at asad and the others.
chaos. vampire patrons flee. the bloodpack fire, unleashing a hailstorm of bullets, cutting into vampires and reapers alike as --
the reaper nearest priest turns in his direction. we recognize her as the nurse from the bloodbank. she leaps at priest --