Every bloodline must face extinction — or evolution.

Half a century after the infamous vampire summit ended in a bloodbath, the once-mighty British vampire elite have faded into legend — scattered, weakened, and clinging to shadows in the forgotten corners of the Isles. The aristocratic bloodlines that once ruled from gilded manors now exist as whispered names in taverns and back-alley safehouses. But a new power is stirring.

In a crumbling countryside estate, far from prying human eyes, a younger, more volatile council has gathered. They are nothing like the old guard — anarchic, hungry, and intoxicated by their own ambition. Among them is Lilith Blackthorne (Freema Agyeman), a razor-sharp strategist who sees tradition as a coffin waiting to be nailed shut. Her vision: a world where vampires rule openly, no longer skulking in the dark. But her greatest obstacle may not be human hunters… it may be her own kind.

Into this chaos steps Victor Vanmoor (Nicolas Cage), an ancient recluse who has avoided blood politics for centuries. His return is not out of loyalty or fear, but because of disturbing visions — fragments of a prophecy foretelling a plague that will burn through their kind like wildfire. He warns of a threat older than the councils, older even than their lineages: a mutated blood strain, the product of reckless experimentation, which transforms vampires into mindless, feral cannibals who turn on their own.

Meanwhile, embedded deep within the vampire ranks are human hunters — an elite strike team disguised as servants, advisors, and allies. Their mission is clear: use the chaos to wipe out every bloodline once and for all. But as the plague begins to spread, their plans unravel. When the infected attack without discrimination, the lines between hunter and prey blur, and uneasy alliances are forged in desperation.

From candlelit war rooms to abandoned industrial strongholds, the battle for survival rages. Vampire aristocrats in silk-lined coats fight shoulder to shoulder with punk anarchists in leather and spikes. Ancient grudges erupt in violence, even as the infected claw at their fortress walls.

In the end, every decision comes down to one truth: adapt or die. To survive, the old and the new must merge into something neither side imagined — a species reborn, stripped of vanity, bound only by the need to endure.

Eat Locals 2 is a vicious, blood-soaked satire of power, politics, and predation. It delivers feral combat, razor-edged wit, and a dark reminder that evolution is never gentle — and every feast could be your last.