Hello, my name is Violet...
... and I was born into a world you may not understand.
Coming up. Holding airspeed.
Echo altitude. Forward and lateral drift.
Numbers falling fast from here.
On my mark. Three, two, one, mark.
Time lock engaged.
Valves, primary and secondary...
Compositive pressure reached.
Five...
- Freeze! - It's a trap.
Stay where you are! Don't move!
The man's down. All clear, sir.
Touch nothing, obviously.
Do not leave the building. Squadrons...
... initiate Area 14 procedures.
- Hemophages. - No surprise.
Flat-space technology.
Dimension-compressing. Very rare.
It's odd. What was their exit strategy?
How'd they expect to transport the blood out of here?
- Unless there was no exit strategy. - Then what's the point?
What if they didn't come to take blood? What if they came to infect it?
My God. Cross.
Poor bastard.
Yes, I was born into a world you might not understand.
The trouble began when an American weapons lab...
... discovered an obscure virus in Eastern Europe...
... that had been around for centuries.
They tried to modify it to create faster and stronger soldiers.
Instead, they created a more contagious form of the disease...
... a strain called HGV, Hemoglophagic Virus.
And what do you know, the disease got out.
And that's when everything changed.
As previous ages were defined by terrorism...
... this one was defined by a fear of disease.
Because one of the side effects of the disease was longer teeth...
... the media decided to call it vampirism.
I guess it sold more papers.
The medical establishment took it upon itself to protect its public.
At first, requiring victims to wear identifying armbands.
Then rounding them up in special camps and facilities.
Until finally, people just stopped hearing from them.
The day the trouble began for me was the day I learned I was pregnant.
Violet, my God.
The same day I lost my husband...
... my future, my life.
And I, too, disappeared deep inside a faceless camp...
... subjected to the indignity of a forced life of endless examination...
... dissection, experimentation.
Like others, the disease started to progressively change me physically.
My eyesight was sharper. My hearing, more acute.
Bones, stronger. Healing faster.
Life span, shorter. A lot shorter.
Twelve years, maximum, infection to death.
Unlike others, I converted with only a mild sensitivity to light.
Like others, however, I required frequent transfusions...
... and it didn't help that I was pregnant.
And, no, we weren't superhuman.
Though we were a lot faster and a lot stronger than everyone else...
... we die just like everyone else.
And just like everyone else, without help, we stayed dead.
And though I was resuscitated back to life for further experimentation...
... the one I'd carried inside me for nearly nine months, my baby...
... wasn't so lucky.
Those few still on the outside...
... embraced the slur bestowed upon them, "vampires"...
... formed a resistance...
... went underground...
... and began fighting back.
And so began...
... the Blood Wars.
And now, the leader of the militant, medical establishment...
... running this phobic world...
... is Vice-Cardinal Ferdinand Daxus.
- Vice-cardinal. - As you know...
...our campaign against the Hemophages...
...has been highly effective.
We've managed to eradicate almost all of them.
But, sir, the few that are left have proven incredibly determined.
Terrorist attacks are at their highest level ever.
It's not because they're determined. It's because they're desperate.
Because they know we're on the verge of wiping them out completely.
For the last 10 years...
...in partnership with Laboratories for Latter Day Defense...
...I’ve overseen the development a weapon...
...that can locate and kill every Hemophage on the planet in days.
- Is there an ETA, sir? - Now.
A courier is retrieving it to bring here to the Archministry as we speak.
XPD-154. Clearance, classified courier.
I'm expected.
Reverse-engineer DNA identification in process.
Remove your head-covering.
Remove your eye-covering.
Preliminary verification substantiated.
Please...
...have a seat.
- Mind if I ask what's on the menu? - The usual.
Retinal testing to detect the presence of contacts or dyes.
Metabolic sensing to make certain your metabolism...
...is within human range.
Pulse, respiration.
Just have to make sure you're human.
If you were a Hemophage...
...we'd already have detected tissue repair at a microcellular level.
So, what would happen if one were to fail any of these tests?
Nothing good.
Please remove all articles of clothing and proceed into the scanner.
Your clothing and personal items have been sterilized, XPD-154.
- May I ask you a question? - Feel free.
- Do you know what this is about? - Should I?
No, it's highly classified.
I've been cleared to debrief you...
...because your consciousness...
...of the gravity of this situation may increase your motivation to complete.
I've never failed to complete.
The Hemophages are a dying species on the verge of nonexistence.
We've developed a weapon...
...that will push them past that brink, into extinction.
If this weapon's so important...
...why not have it delivered by armored convoy?
The convoy you refer to is departing as we speak.
The Hemophages will do anything in their power to stop and immobilize it.
It is, of course, a decoy.
XPD-154, you'll be receiving a case containing a weapon.
I don't have to tell you.
Under no circumstances should you open it.
You're right.
You don't have to tell me.
Identify.
XPD-154. Clearance, classified courier.
Copy, XPD- 154. We've been expecting.
Everything in order, XPD-154?
One hundred percent, comrade doctor.
You're quite certain everything is in order?
Positively.
Enter your DNA to confirm receipt.
I can only confirm receipt of the container, not its contents.
That's acceptable.
Opening the case is strictly forbidden. You understand this?
Perfectly.
The contents are set to self-destruct in event of non-delivery...
...in exactly nine hours from now.
What is your condition, XPD-154? Are you functional?
XPD-154. Clearance, classified courier.
- Get on the ground! - On your knees!
- Get down! - What is going on?
You were entered and processed 15 minutes ago.
Then it wasn't me, you dumb son of a bitch.
Check my ID. You've got a mite.
I repeat, XPD-154, are you functional?
I don't know what you're talking about. I'm 100 percent functional.
Security breach! Security breach!
Stage yellow alert! Stage yellow alert!
Intercept, intercept. Inner defense vault.
Unarmed intruder! Unarmed intruder!
Facility infiltration. All security forces at stations.
Facility infiltration.
All security forces at stations.
How did a Hemophage get past the screens?
Don't know. Maybe meta-suppressants to subordinate blood characteristics.
All security forces at stations.
Facility infiltration. All security forces at stations.
- How did she do that? - She must have...
...some sort of gravity leveler.
Whatever it is, it's ours now.
She's not going to make it out alive.
Sir, we've ID'd her. Plague victim.
She was confined to this facility for experimentation...
... until she escaped...
... after the forced termination of her pregnancy 12 years ago.
Violet Song jat Shariff. Tell me I'm wrong.
- You're wrong. - Why are you doing this?
Because I hate humans with every fiber of my being...
...and I'll kill every single one of them...
...almost as quickly as they'll try and kill me.
- You used to be human. - But not anymore, right?
I got sick, and now I'm something less than human.
Something worthy of extermination.
It's academic now, isn't it?
You won't make it out of here with that case.
Watch me.
- She's on the ceiling! - Shoot! Shoot!
- It's me. - Did you get it?
Yeah.
But they're serious about not letting me keep it.
Fine. The objective is the destruction of the weapon.
If you can't make delivery, destroy it.
Copy that. Will determine nature and destroy.
No, V. The attack on the blood bank failed.
You cannot.
Under no circumstances can you look inside that case.
If you are compromised, you must destroy it immediately.
- Read? - Read.
Oh, shit.
- It's me. - 3- D me.
- Are you clear? - Negative. They're everywhere.
- I don't know if I can make it. - You're carrying the bomb?
- Of course. - Then detonate it. Now.
It'll level the entire block.
May I suggest an alternative? Open the case and use the weapon.
Negative. Do not open that case, V. Detonate right now.
Nerva, listen. You know it doesn't matter to me.
I'll be dead in 36 hours, no matter what.
But every human for a quarter mile doesn't have to die with me.
I'm telling you this is not subject to debate.
The entire fate of our race is tied up in that case.
Detonate the bomb, destroy the case, destroy everything. Now.
What about the Archministry?
Goodbye, V.
V, I said goodbye.
Yeah.
Goodbye.
We got her. We got visual.
- Third quadrant. - She's in the crowd.
Stay on her.
It's not her. Go! Go, go!
- Seal all quadrant. - Check it out.
- V, what the hell is going on? - I'm clear.
I told you to destroy the weapon.
I said, I'm clear.
You have the case?
- Affirmative. - Bring it in.
- What's your status? - The Needle. In the Chinois Gau.
Ten minutes.
Bravo, V. Bravo.
No one but you could have pulled this off.
It's not a weapon.
What are you talking about?
It's not a weapon. It's a child. A human child.
You opened the case.
What difference does it make? I risked my life for nothing.
I think I had to know what I was willing to die for.
- You see? Nothing. - Nothing.
It's not a weapon. It's a child.
It's both. It's a weapon and a child.
Its blood is swarming with cultured antigens...
...that would kill all of us on contact.
If they atomize its tissues into the atmosphere...
...it would be like insecticide to people like you and me.
It would find us, and it would kill us.
All of us.
Nerva, wait. If there's an accelerator for HGV in this child's blood...
...then so is the counter-analog for decelerating it.
What are you saying, V?
A cure?
Wouldn't it be better than infecting innocent people?
This child could provide the choice.
If there's a choice, V, I've already made it.
It's a child.
You can go now. Your work is done.
It was a projection.
Don't over-think it. Just turns out I was right.
We're getting the hell out of here.
- She went up. - So go after her.
The Blood Chinois control the top 10 floors of this building.
Whatever they want, give it to them.
You're not Archministry.
You're not even vampire...
You're Blood Chinois.
Let me pass.
Sorry, Violet. Can't do.
You're going to lose resources, Kar.
Can't be helped.
But I don't think you're going to make it off this roof.
Watch me.
Hey.
What are you doing up there, huh?
Hey.
It's a nice view, huh?
Why don't you...
...help me up so I can see it too.
Here. Give me your hand.
Give me your hand.
Help me up. Come on.
It's okay.
Come here.
What do you think you're doing? You trying to get yourself killed?
Come on.
Stop it. Seal the building.
Any other Phages inside, I want them hunted down and killed.
Violet Song jat Shariff.
Seal the Needle. Hunt down and kill any Hemophages inside.
Easy, Violet.
- Do you know who I am? - How could I not?
Tyrant. Egomaniac. Narcissist.
That about sums it up, doesn't it?
Yes, it may be true. I may have quirks.
But that doesn't mean I'm stupid.
And it certainly doesn't mean that you make a single move...
...without me knowing about it.
You would've killed me a long time ago.
Listen, the boy is useless to you.
He's laboratory-bred, vegetative, practically brain-dead.
Just give him to me, and you're on your way.
And then you can use him to kill me and everybody like me.
He's not what you think.
No?
What is he then?
He's my son.
- Hey, Daxus? - What?
You're full of shit.
Cover your ears. Cover your ears!
Metro Five is boarding.
Stand clear. Doors closing.
Damaged? Are you damaged?
What am I doing?
Hey!
Park it. Right there.
Don't make me have to tell you twice. Sit.
Don't get any cute ideas either.
The only reason I saved your life...
...is because whatever is in your blood can save mine.
If they corner us, suffer no delusions...
...I will kill you.
- S Squadron entering station. - Damn it!
Will detain and search train.
Metro Five is boarding.
Just stick close. I know somebody that can help.
Hello?
Hey, remember me?
Do you have any idea how serious this is?
These people will kill you without even thinking.
In fact, they have thought about it, and that's exactly what they intend to do.
So I suggest you straighten up before your actions...
...start to impact my ability to survive.
Look...
...I’m just trying to do what's good for you, okay?
But you gotta stick by me.
Stick by me.
Garth, it's me.
I screwed up. I screwed up bad.
The case had a kid in it.
- I crossed Nerva. - I know. He called.
Don't even think about bringing it here, V.
Damn it, this kid might have the answer in him.
Now, I'm just gonna be lucky to get him out of here alive.
- I need your help. - I'm sorry, V.
My research is too important to jeopardize for a single child.
Goodbye, V.
What part of those bullets whizzing by your head didn't you get?
Do you understand anything I'm saying to you?
Okay, let's start simple.
They had to call you something, right? You have a name?
I'm Violet. Hi, pleased to meet you.
Your turn. Go.
Six?
You?
We gotta go.
Damn it.