Kate Beckinsale ....... Selene
Scott Speedman ......Michael Corvin
Michael Sheen .........Lucian
Shane Brolly ...........Kraven
Bill Nighy .................Viktor
Erwin Leder .............Singe
Wentworth Miller........Dr. Adam Lockwood
Directed by: Len Wiseman
Writing Credits: Len Wiseman, Kevin Grevioux, Danny McBride
Lucian: We were slaves once. The daylight guardians of the vampires. I was
born into servitude. Yet I harbored them no ill will. Even took a vampire for my bride. It was forbidden, our union. Viktor
feared a blending of the species. Feared it so much he killed her. His own daughter. Burnt alive for loving me. This is his
war. Viktor's. And he spent the last 600 years exterminating my species.
Selene: It wasn't the Lycans. It was you. How could you bare my trust knowing
that you killed my family?
Viktor: Yes, I have taken from you but I have given so much more. Is it not a fair trade for life I have granted you? The gift
Selene: And the life of your daughter? Your own flesh and blood?
Viktor: I loved my daughter. But the abomination growing in her womb was a betrayal of me and the coven. I did what was necessary
to protect the species. As I am forced to do yet again.
Selene: Lycans are allergic to silver. We have to get the bullets out quickly,
or they end up dying on us during questioning.
Michael Corvin: What happens to them afterward?
Selene: We put the bullets back in.
Selene: How can you trust him over me?
Viktor: Because he's not the one who has been tainted by an animal.
Selene: Whether you like it or not, you're in the middle of a war that has
been raging for the better part of a thousand years. A blood feud between vampires and lycans. Werewolves.
[Erika helps Selene escape]
Selene: Why are you helping me?
Erika: I'm not. I'm helping me.
Selene: [voiceover] The war had all but ground to a halt in the blink of an eye. Lucian, the most feared and
ruthless leader ever to rule the Lycan clan, had finally been killed. The Lycan horde scattered to the wind in a single evening
of flame and retribution. Victory, it seemed, was in our grasp, the very birthright of the vampires. Nearly six centuries
had passed since that night, yet the ancient feud proved unwilling to follow Lucian to the grave. Though Lycans were fewer
in number, the war itself had become more perilous, for the moon no longer held her sway. Older, more powerful Lycans, were
now able to change at will. The weapons had evolved, but our orders remained the same: Hunt them down and kill them off, one
by one. A most successful campaign. Perhaps too successful. For those like me, a Death Dealer, this signaled the end of an
era. Like the weapons of the previous century, we, too, would become obsolete. Pity, because I lived for it.
Lucian: You're acting like a pack of rabid dogs. And that, gentlemen, simply
will not do. Not if you expect to defeat the vampires on their own ground. Not if you expect to survive at war.
Kraven: Is there another way out?
Lucian: I guess it never occurred to you that you might actually have to bleed to pull off this little coup.
Selene: [voiceover] Though I cannot predict the future, the consequences of this night will reverberate through
the halls of both great covens for many years to come. Two vampire elders have been slain, one by my own hand. Soon, Marcus
will take the throne, and a tide of anger and retribution will spill out into the night. Differences will be set aside. Allegiances
will be made. And soon, I will become the hunted.
Viktor: Your incompetence is becoming most... *taxing*.
|Michael in his hybrid form
|vampire aristocrat Kraven
|human turned lycan turned hybrid Michael
|Selene walking through the vampire mansion
|Selene crouching on balcony