Author's Note: Johnny fights Marica to free Livia, then has his new powers pushed to the limit when Vladimir III enters the fray. (only one scene, you say? Why, yes. I'm drawing this out. We're almost to the end and I find it's best to savor such things.) Act VII Scene IX
(The second floor of the tower. Johnny is just climbing in over the ledge of the window that overlooks the sea of pillows. Livia is struggling with Marica, who has a knife. Still shaky from his climb, Johnny struggles to sight Marica with the gun.)
Marica: You! What’s so special about you? How dare you steal him away?
Livia: Lady, you can have him. Just fucking let me go!
(We hear a repeat of Vlad’s cry from below. Marica’s head snaps up and she turns to see Johnny about to fire his gun.)
(Marica grabs Livia and uses her as a living shield. Johnny overcompensates, and his shot goes wild, sinking into the wall. Livia struggles as completely as her bonds will allow. She does not look as hurt as she did before.)
Johnny: Fuck. I hate these things.
(Two things happen at once. Johnny jumps down from the windowsill into the pile of pillows. The unusual footing catches him unawares. Livia, on her end of things, swings her head back sharply, connecting with Marica’s face. Marica cries out, then shoves Livia away. She lands heavily on the wooden floor, skidding a little.)
Marica: You just try getting up to cause me more trouble.
(Marica charges Johnny before he can recover his footing and get another shot in with the gun. They grapple and he goes down, losing the gun in the pillows. With Johnny down, Marica fights to stab him with the knife. Marica grins as she gets in a near miss, and Johnny stares at her mouth.)
Johnny: Bloody hell, woman, you’re not even one of them. What’re you doing on the vampires’ team?
(Marica ignores him, lunging with the knife. They wrestle, the pillows skidding on the hardwood floor. Johnny grabs a pillow and uses it to block the knife as Marica slashes at his face. Then he kicks her off of him.)
Johnny: (digging in pillows) Where’s the gun? Where’s the fucking gun? (his hand finally lands on something) Gotcha!
(Johnny turns his back momentarily on Marica. As he does, she jumps on him and plunges the knife into his shoulder.)
Johnny: Fuck. Oh fuck.
(Johnny’s eyes are wide and his face drains of color. We can see the tip of the knife emerge just beneath his collar bone. The hand with the gun goes limp, and he makes a small, strangled sound, body jerking, as Marica rips the knife back out. He tips slowly over onto his back, eyes fixed on the ceiling, lips still mouthing the word “fuck”. Livia has, at this point, managed to roll into the table and knock one of the remaining knives off. She uses this to cut her bonds, and is starting to get to her feet as Marica heads back toward her. Livia is a little unsteady on her feet after having been so tightly bound.)
Livia: Oh, circulation. Damn.
Marica: I will cause you such pain!
(Marica and Livia grapple, each with a knife. Vlad charges up the stairs, taking stock of the situation.)
Vlad: Marica! You are not to kill her! Marica, don’t waste her precious blood!
(We return to Johnny, flat on his back in a small pool of blood. He blinks and begins to stir, flexing the fingers around the gun.)
Johnny: Damn. I’m not dead?
(He glances down, touches the tear in his shirt, exposing skin that is visibly healing around the wound.)
Johnny: Well that’s bloody convenient. (the amazement quickly passes as he recalls their desperate situation) Livia!
(Marica has managed to drive Livia to her knees and his bringing her knife up for a deadly strike. Johnny sits up and aims the gun. Vlad is trying to determine if he should intervene with the girls when he sees Johnny. He snarls and dives at this more immanent threat. In the split seconds before Marica hits Livia and Vlad connects with Johnny, we see Johnny get Marica in his sights.)
Johnny: Come on, come on. And – fire!
(Zoom to Marica. A bloody hole blossoms on her back very close to where her heart should be. She staggers, and her knife hand stops in mid down-swing. She has a shocked and lost look on her face. As Livia flinches away from her, she falls slowly to her knees.)
Marica: Voi – vode?
(She lists sideways and topples to the floor. A small trickle of blood colors her lips.)
Johnny: Damn. I actually hit her… (he scrambles back as Vlad lunges at him) Oh shit!
Vlad: (bellowing) How dare you? How dare you!!!
(Vlad picks Johnny up bodily and launches him at the wall. The impact brings plaster and dust down from the ceiling.)
Johnny: I’m sorry I offed your girlfriend, but she was kind of trying to kill mine. No hard feelings, right?
(Vlad snarls and grabs Johnny again. He pulls Johnny’s face close to his, flashing fangs and glowing eyes, then whirls around and throws Johnny the entire length of the room. Johnny crashes against the wall right next to the window. Johnny practically goes through the wall. He slides slowly to the floor as dust and debris filter down.)
Johnny: That smarts. I think I should have broken something, but look at me. I can still stand. Well, sort of.
(Vlad stalks over to beat on Johnny some more. Livia in the meantime has scrambled over to the pillows and is going for Johnny’s dropped gun.)
Livia: Down, Johnny! Get down!
(Vlad stands right in front of the window, about to grab Johnny for a final go. When he hears Livia, he whirls around in time to see her level the gun at him. Johnny dives for cover and Livia fires the gun at Vlad over and over. Each shot makes him stumble back a bit more until the small of his back is against the windowsill. Livia’s final shot catches him dead-center of the chest, sending him tumbling out to the street below.)