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The vampire is by nature a lone wolf, predatory.

Therefore, any sudden temptation to join the human community is suspect and

dangerous.

Come in.

Ah, Dwight.

I got something on the security camera.

And what might that something be?

Want me to pop it in? That's all right.

I'll do the honors.

Okay, it's coming right up.

It'll just kind of whoosh across the screen.

Okay, here it comes.

There, you see it?

No, Dwight. Regretfully, I didn't see it. It just sailed across.

Rippled like water.

Or like... Like... Like... Like ghosts. Like... Like that.

Are you suggesting Mansbridge Academy is haunted?

You didn't see it?

Sorry. Well, let me rewind it. There is something there. Dwight, I'm very busy.

Perhaps we ought to have that particular camera cleaned.

Okay. Can I have my disc back?

I'm going to keep it for the time being. I'm sure there is something there. Good

afternoon, Dwight. And thank you, as always, for your diligence.

Not ghosts.

Check our night school words.

Well, our last student has arrived.

When the great eclipse plunged the world into darkness, The vampire race erupted

in a civil war.

The bloodthirsty fury battled with the enlightened elder for domination of the

undead. In desperation, the elders gathered up those young vampires that

be saved and entrusted them to me.

To humanize them, to tame their instincts, and teach them how to live

mortals.

What are you reading?

Nothing.

Poetry?

Who's the author?

I'd like to be left alone.

Meryl.

You see, I'm on probation for, as Murdoch put it, premature aggression.

I beg your pardon?

Oh, that's messing in day school affairs a tad too early. It seems I've been a

bad, bad boy, even for a vampire.

I see.

I wasn't trying to intrude.

Well, no intrusion taken.

When's your beau getting out of the hospital?

Nick? Nick's not my beau, and he got exactly what he deserved.

Going through a window seems a bit harsh.

He said something pushed him, but I think he did the clip.

Done with our homework, are we?

You haven't even opened a book.

Girlfriend, this is from the School of Hard Rocks. If it ain't rockin', I don't

come knockin'.

Okay, the Mimi's in.

Tell me about your day.

My day? What about my life?

Gonna cost you extra for deep analysis.

I need something new in my life.

Something that I want, not what others want for me.

So, we're talking about the quest for true love?

Mr. Right, the whereforeout thou kind of thing?

And that for me means him.

Can I have your attention?

I want

you all to gather together, please.

You are all solitary predators, and that practice must come to an end.

Any sense of...

Community or family is no longer instinctive in you.

Now, that being said, I want to introduce the final member of your

One who, like yourself, will be redeemed.

Marty?

Oh, Marty.

Present!

Welcome to Mansbridge Academy. It's a pleasure to be a part.

So I guess it's supposed to be some kind of, like, honor.

Cellar dweller is on a short leash.

Some honor.

Exactly. The elders believe we can do what none of our race has ever done

before. So humankind won't zap us during mealtime.

Speaking of which, when do we eat? I mean, it's a promise of bottle -fed

that got me here in the first place.

Blood allotments are distributed at 1 a .m.

Class begins in the afternoon.

Allotment.

Why do I think that's not going to be a lot?

Well, what about those day schoolers?

Can't they be on the menu?

You asking me?

If you got the answer, they're off limits. Rule number one, no mixing with

day students.

Big guy.

Do I smell some lingering human on you? Yeah, I was only made last Halloween.

My human home isn't far from here.

My nose.

Infallible. Where are you from?

Where?

Wherever the blood and the wind did blow me.

Who's the clam queen?

Essie.

Think I'll go pay a little royal visit.

I know what looks good on a woman.

Me.

You're a fashion consultant, are you?

What you reading?

Vampirella?

Can I take a look at the semi -clad pictures when you're done?

If I applaud, will you bow and go away?

A vampire and verbal fandom.

I sense arrival.

Attention, attention!

Can I have your vampiric attention?

Blood brothers and sisters, what is the motto of the grand vampire scheme of

things?

All right.

Looks like you guys do need to be in school again.

The motto is, find them, fang them, and drain them!

So I say, road trip!

A major infraction of the rule for leaving school.

Oh, you mean I might get a detention for leaving Tranquility Ray?

One last troll to find out who our potential blood donors are.

Count me in.

Queenie.

Oh, come on.

One last feast, and for all time's sake, one more fame dip.

Or hit in the books.

You're really twisted, aren't you?

Just trying to suit ourselves in the food chain.

Don't tell me that ain't in your van blood.

Oh, why not?

Lead on, Twitter.

You have to stop them.

I'm not the party police.

This can ruin it for all of us.

It was ruined for us all a long time ago.

Listen. All I've been trying to say is that if you want to find Mr. Right, it's

time to take the exit ramp off life in the man's bridge slowly.

What are you talking about?

That we're going to make a run for fun, sister.

No. Yes.

No. Yes.

I heard about this roadhouse.

Gotta be full of local yokels, but also full of loud and rowdy. And I can do

loud and rowdy.

Do it all night long.

No, I can't get kicked out of here because my parents have threatened to

to an all -girls military school next.

Listen, boot camp for bimbos aside, if you're going to find your Mr.

Right, you sometimes got to do a little wrong.

How are we going to watch her?

Where are you going?

Children of the night.

What sweet music they make.

Fellow travelers.

My name's Samantha, but you can call me Candy Cotton.

My lipstick.

The shaded, congealed blood.

Watch them.

And your hair.

Manic panicked at myself.

Well, definitely.

So, um, which one's for me?

This is how it's done, girl.

This place sucks, and not in a good way.

This music makes my fangs ache.

The place don't get out.

B -17's great, but they won't let me play it.

Oh, yeah?

looking down the crowd.

Hey.

I'm Bud. But, uh, you can call me Buddy.

So, uh, wanna go outside in my van?

I get real booed back.

No thanks, Bud.

You must be one of those man -brits, Muckhead.

Oh, and what school do you attend? Reform.

Why? You like it rough?

Now watch this.

Hey, sweetheart!

You wear your pretzels well.

No, it looks good.

Let's go kick some butt.

You can ask me to dance.

You gotta let me lead.

I don't... I like your look, sir. Folks can be deceiving.

Bye -bye.

You! Are you okay?

You are so dead on dark.

Sleepwalking, Sherry?

No.

I always try to give you the benefit of the doubt.

When I can't do that anymore, you'll be asked to leave.

You should have stuck around.

Things really got started.

Don't matter, though.

Because we brought the fun to us.

This place rocks.

Who knew you guys had a goth club at Mansbridge Manor?

It's like a dream come true.

Our nightmare.

Tell me you didn't.

Didn't what, Boy Scout?

Did you take her?

What's that supposed to mean? Did he do this to you?

Oh, this?

No, I have a friend who's in makeup.

Though I'm thinking it's about time we gave her a little taste test of the real

thing.

What's going on here?

Where are you guys from, anyway?

Here.

There.

Everywhere!

How did he... You call me Speedy Gonzalez.

Thanks for bringing me here, but I think I'm gonna go home now.

No.

I think it's time to show you a little more.

It's not a bad entry point. Let me down, please. I just want to go. Shut up.

Hey, you're going to stop this and you're going to stop it now. Stop what,

boy? I'm just doing what comes naturally.

How about a little mood light for this drama?

Don't do this.

Don't.

Before you can't stop.

Stop.

If we fail, if the fury learns of us, none of us will survive.

I can go home now, can't I?

You're going to let me go home?

Look at me.

My favorite color.

Somebody get her out of here.

I only gave her the half -hour Barbie as my goddess special.

I'll take her.

Where's Ken?

I love Ken.

Druid, are you okay?

No, I'm not okay.

None of us are okay.

Scoop's gonna be a kick after all.

The Mansbridge experiment hinges on time.

It is the great measure.

With time, a community can be formed.

A community that heals all wounds.