Lost fang

FADE IN:

EXT. PARK POND - NIGHT

Benches and trees in the darkness. The still water of a small pond is disturbed by a splashing BODY falling into it.

DOYLE, apparent age 32, hovers over the pond. His body moves at unnatural speed, his eyes flash red. He flawlessly flies on top of a tree, sits like a giant cat and looks down at the pond.

A distressed middle-aged drenched mess, STILMAN, resurfaces from underwater.

STILMAN

You're mine this time!

Stilman stands, holds a crow bar in his hand and awaits.

Doyle, on top of the tree, opens his mouth. His eyeteeth grow into a magnificent pair of

SHINY SHARP FANGS

Doyle prepares to jump when his left fang falls from his mouth. Baffled, he scoops it in his palm.

DOYLE

What the...?

Stilman gets out of the pond, brandishes the crow bar in the air.

STILMAN

I'm here, you coward! You hear me?

Doyle's red eyes set on Stilman. He pockets his fallen fangs and flies down. He attacks Stilman from behind, his last fang pierces the jugular. Stilman fights back.

STILMAN

Is this all you have?

Stilman hits Doyle on the head with the crowbar. Doyle rolls away, promptly gets back on his feet. Stilman has

ONE LITTLE RED DOT

On his neck.

DOYLE

Shit.

Stilman touches his neck.

STILMAN

Cat got your tooth?

Stilman throws himself at Doyle. Doyle dodges him, grabs Stilman's neck and tries to bite

him again. Stilman hits his face with the crow bar.

STILMAN

Come on!

Doyle's left cheek bleeds.

DOYLE

That's enough.

Doyle flies over Stilman, locks his neck between his arms and breaks it with a eerie CRACK. Stilman drops down, dead. Doyle drinks the drip of blood pouring out the one tiny hole on the dead's neck.

Doyle stands and exhales, content. The cut on his cheek heals. He opens his mouth and touches his upper teeth with his fingers.

The right fang retracts to a normal eyetooth. The left eyetooth doesn't grow back.

INT. DR. O'HARA DENTAL STUDIO - DAY

Doyle fidgets on the dental chair. DR. O'HARA (45), clean cut with mustache and glasses enters the studio. A moderate pot belly pops out of his white lab coat. TANYA (24), his assistant, follows him.

DR. O'HARA

Nice to meet you, Mr. Doyle.

Doyle shakes his hand.

DOYLE

As I said to your assistant, I just need my left eyetooth back--

DR. O'HARA

Of course.

Tanya hands Dr. O'Hara two X-RAY slides, then leaves. Dr. O'Hara grabs a stool and sits next to Doyle.

DOYLE

How long is it going to take? It's a matter of life and death.

Dr. O'Hara smiles.

DR. O'HARA

Sure. But first we need to intervene with a couple of root canal.

DOYLE

What?

Dr. O'Hara points to the X-RAY slides.

DR. O'HARA

See here? These two roots seem dead.

DOYLE

Tell me about it.

Dr. O'Hara leans closer to Doyle.

DR. O'HARA

We must stop the infection before it spreads.

Doyle ogles the doctor's neck close to his mouth, vibrant with life and running fresh blood.

DOYLE

Can you replace my tooth or not?

DR. O'HARA

I see you're very upset right now. Is there anything I can do to help? Answer any question?

DOYLE

Yes, my eyetooth!

Dr. O'Hara stands up.

DR. O'HARA

Tanya will prepare you right away for the root canal. Now, if you excuse me.

Before Dr. O'Hara leaves the room, Doyle grabs him from behind and breaks his neck. CRACK! Then uses his only fang to open his jugular and sucks his blood.

Satisfied, Doyle grabs a pitch black overcoat, a huge pair of dark sunglasses, a black umbrella and leaves.

INT. DR. MARONI DENTAL STUDIO - DAY

DR. LIZ MARONI (48), slightly overweight, moans on the dental chair as Doyle bites her neck. Doyle hopelessly look at the single bloody dot on her neck.

DOYLE

Why me?

DR. MARONI

Please, don't stop!

Doyle draws back, she grabs his arm.

DOYLE

(to himself)

I just want my tooth back.

Dr. Maroni's flirty eyes feast on Doyle.

DR. MARONI

All thirty-two, sugar. Anything you want.

She slides her hand on his crotch.

DOYLE

Fucking hell!

Doyle pushes her away, gets his anti-sun gear and flies out.

INT. MANSION - NIGHT

Wild party. People in old costumes and masks dance and congregate. Doyle, in plain clothes, keeps to himself and gets a shot of fresh blood at the bar.

GERALD, apparent age 21, dressed in a bright red dandy costume, approaches and hands him a business card.

GERALD

Here. He's sympathetic to our cause.

INSERT BUSINESS CARD

Dr. Bodie dental services - New teeth, new life

Doyle pockets the card.

DOYLE

Did you try it?

Gerald winks at him.

GERALD

Never needed one.

INT. DR. BODIE DENTAL STUDIO - NIGHT

Doyle paces around the dental chair when DR. BODIE, apparent age 30, flows in the room. He smiles at Doyle, displaying unnatural white perfect teeth then motions for him to sit.

Doyle sits.

DOYLE

I'm impressed with your working hours.

DR. BODIE

I'm all about my customers, Mr. Doyle.

DOYLE

Can you help me?

Dr. Bodie hovers over him.

DR. BODIE

Certainly. But first... is it safe?

DOYLE

What?

Dr. Bodie shakes his head.

DR. BODIE

Too young. Nevermind.

Doyle leaves the chair, Dr. Bodie freezes him with a single stare.

DR. BODIE

Please be seated.

Doyle goes back to the chair.

DOYLE

I've never had any trouble with my eyeteeth.

DR. BODIE

Did you hang out around the canal lately?

DOYLE

Why?

Dr. Bodie washes his hands in the sink, dries them carefully then wears a pair of latex gloves.

DR. BODIE

There seems to be a virus spreading over there.

DOYLE

Have you seen my condition before?

Dr. Bodie chuckles, sounds like nails on a blackboard.

DR. BODIE

Million times. And I have the perfect definitive cure for you.

Doyle relaxes on the chair.

DOYLE

Finally.

Dr. Bodie hands him a glass of red fluid and three little rounded blue pills.

DR. BODIE

Let's make it easier for both of us.

Doyle downs the pills.

DOYLE

Let's do it.

BLOODY CARD ON SCREEN: TWENTY MINUTES LATER

Doyle awakens in the chair, stretches. Dr. Bodie smiles at him.

DOYLE

Funny. It seemed very fast.

DR. BODIE

How do you feel?

DOYLE

I feel great!

Doyle opens his mouth and runs his tongue on his upper gum. A horrific scream explodes. The right eyetooth is now gone as well. Dr. Bodie chuckles.

Doyle springs from the chair and attacks him. Dr. Bodie pushes him away with one hand, his red eyes shine. Doyle rolls on the floor, squats by the wall.

DOYLE

Why?

Dr. Bodie opens his mouth in a glorious smile, showing two perfectly sharp white fangs.

DR. BODIE

Competition is tough these days.

Doyle gets up.

DOYLE

What should I do now?

DR. BODIE

Enjoy your new life. Get a straw.

His laughter echoes into the night.