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INT. CAPESIDE CEMETERY - THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, SOMETIME IN WINTER.

(We open on the cemetery, where a man is sitting on top of a gravestone, playing with a stake. This is NAME_1 NAME_2, who leads a hidden double life. By day, NAME_1 is a regular high school student, hoping to one day be a filmmaker. By night, NAME_1 becomes the last Vampire Hunter of the east coast. He is not a Slayer, because Slayers are a completely different thing.)

NAME_1: (groaning angrily) C'mon, asshole, rise and shine. Some of us have a ton of homework waiting.

(The camera cuts to his right, as NAME_3, NAME_1's long-time boyfriend, who is, due to having inducted NAME_1 and his friends into the world of hunting, is also their NAME_4, approaches him from behind.)

NAME_5: (whispering softly) NAME_6.

(NAME_1 quickly puts the stake away, inhales a quick startled breath and turns around to face his boyfriend.)

NAME_5: They've called you, me and and the Triple Js to the council out in Cali. They say that (groaning in hatred) SHE is the only person allowed to hunt vamps anywhere in the United States.

(NAME_1 doesn't need NAME_5 to spell it out who 'she' is, his world feels as if it's spinning on its axis even before NAME_5 can say her name.)

NAME_5: (grimacing) The Slayer.

(A frigid gust of wind blows through the cemetery over his last words, causing both boys to shiver. NAME_1 moves to sit on the gravestone next to the one that he perched upon.)

NAME_1: (whispering) So, they're just going to let her fight them alone?!

(NAME_5 grimaces once more, nods slowly, then looks away, evidently not pleased with the council's decision.)

NAME_5: That's what they're saying. But you know how they are, NAME_1. This is probably a trick – some elaborate scheme to test our loyalty or resolve...or suitability.

(The wind blows again, even harder this time. NAME_5 pulls his jacket tighter around him. NAME_1 just stares straight ahead, deep in thought, barely noticing the biting cold.)

NAME_1: (clenching his fists) If that’s the case, we need a plan… to protect her and yet, ensure we're not discharged.

(The camera cuts to a close-up shot of NAME_1’s face, revealing the determination in his eyes. NAME_5, looking at NAME_1, sees this familiar resolve and, despite the uncertainty, feels an unexplainable comfort. NAME_5 drapes his arm comfortingly around NAME_1's shoulders, pulling him closer to share the warmth. He lowers his head, losing himself in tho