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He's got it. The chill.

Got it bad.

Somebody should do something.

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.

The rite of passage into adulthood is a daunting experience.

We move from our family into the world, hoping to find in friends what our

family can no longer provide.

Haven't you ever dreamed you were in love?

In lust?

Yeah. Love?

No.

Well, I had a dream about someone.

Someone that I didn't even know, but it was weird because I felt like I did know

him.

We have this connection.

He was strong and kind and intense.

And?

And. What did he look like?

I'm not exactly sure.

No fleshy detail.

You gotta get your dreams into sharper focus, girl.

Hi, guys.

Malcolm. Malcolm.

The vampire experiences an even more frightening passage into his new world.

Carl, is there something I can do for you? I'm out of here. Now! You can't do

that.

You know you can't do that.

I need to be back there.

Where I was, where I belong. There is no there anymore. There's only here for

you now.

Look, my hometown is walking distance from here, man.

I just... I just need to go visit. I won't be seen. I just need to see them.

No.

That's not a good idea.

We got a runner.

Come.

If you go out that door...

any real chance of going back to your life is over our experiment here is

to give you that chance I

believe it's a very real chance

Carl Todman?

It can't be.

Big guy.

Getting happy feet, are you? Back off, Marty.

Back off.

You all sit down, please.

Drew.

Marty. Now.

We need to talk about what just happened. There's nothing wrong with me.

Just needed some air.

Oxygen. Good for the brain.

Well, then I'll buy you a tank full.

Carl, is there something we... Nothing, all right? I'm fine.

I just wanted to... Carl, are you sure you want to leave this for now?

I'm sure.

All right.

Then let's resume from where we left off yesterday.

Now we'll see if that doesn't get someone's love.

Do you ever miss having a normal family?

Define normal.

You know, mom, dad, cat, dog, a minivan.

A psychotic brother who swallows my angelfish and wants to be adopted by

Madonna.

Oh wait, I already have him.

I'm serious. I mean, do you think we're the way we are because we failed or

because our parents failed us?

What way are we?

Well, here, without family, and calling this place home.

I mean, why else would I be hoping for some dream guy to come and make my life

whole?

Pathetic, ain't it?

And it just got worse.

You are not going to believe what just happened.

I just saw a guy in our school who was the football captain of my old school.

Is he cute?

No, he's supposed to be dead.

You sure about this?

They buried him.

So I figured, am I seeing things?

No, I'm not the hallucinatory type.

So do you. I decided to do some research, and I posted a sighting on the

internet, because people keep tabs on these kinds of things.

And I bet they look just like you.

Speaking of personal appearance, you know Victoria's Secret Model?

If I kill him, where should we stash the body?

What I'm saying is the truth.

I'm not crazy. I swear.

Marion Hackett. I'm with the Biomorphic Predatory Disease Agency.

There may have been a vampire sighting here.

Who do I speak to about it?

I guess that would be me.

I'm federal.

We at BPDA fight certain rare diseases that radically alter body chemistry and

body shape, such as hemophagy, lycanthropy. Hemophagy?

Blood drinking.

Impressive. Obviously well -schooled. Oxford.

Well, Mr. Oxford, yes, we are talking about blood drinking, a .k .a. vampires.

They do exist.

They do?

Yes. Not as cursed, soulless demons, but symbiotic organisms. And the protein

disease in their blood gives them incredible speed, strength, and certain

psychic abilities.

Psychic abilities?

Such as?

We have documented cases of telekinesis, mind control.

Even mind travel.

Yet, at their most basic, vampires do remain the creatures of lore.

And that would be?

Craven, bloodthirsty animal.

Just how large is your agency, Miss Hackett?

Small, but determined.

Well, your work sounds absolutely fascinating.

Would you be willing to talk with my students?

About what?

Career possibilities?

I don't lecture. I hunt.

And what is it you're hunting out here?

She is trouble.

I had a friend.

Hackett killed her maker.

And one of her gadgets gave my cousin a scar she's forced to forever hide.

We don't get scars.

Imagine her surprise.

So, there's this Carl Todman who lived quite near here.

Records show that about a year ago, he died of what was believed to be

Died at an extremely accelerated rate.

There's never been a Carl Todman enrolled at Mansbridge Academy.

No. But you do have a Malcolm Fry here, correct?

Malcolm? Yes.

I need to interview him.

For what purposes?

For my purposes.

Ah.

Well, then, of course, I'll get him.

You can talk to him in the library.

Okay.

Let's kill her.

Kill her?

You'd never get that close.

And you're sure who you saw was him?

He went steeple me to a tree.

I know that jerk anywhere.

It was an accurate sighting. And that gave you the confidence to post this

sighting on our internet site?

Absolutely. He was here. I saw him.

And I want to thank you for your invaluable assistance.

Ma 'am, I gotta say this. You can go now, Malcolm.

I should warn you, he's prone to a hyperactive imagination.

That's what they used to say about me.

He's our man. We can't do it. No one can.

Nice jacket.

I lettered all four sports all four years.

Eat that almost.

I never made it to baseball season.

Got made before opening day, huh?

Yeah.

Man, that was good.

Renfield High was just going to be the start.

I already had college offers.

Then again, you might have ripped up your knee.

Bam. Career over.

Wind up swilling beer, getting a gut, driving a delivery truck.

Could have been, could have got a whole lot worse.

I'm going home.

Home? Yeah.

Made up my mind.

Carl, you, son, Fizzle, remember?

I'll figure something out.

Carl, I don't think... I'm gonna see my mom.

She'll be real happy when she finds out I'm still alive. No, she'll flip out.

Not true.

My mom knows how to handle these things. She buried you, Carl.

You're gone to her.

Then I'll tell my buddies.

They'll get with this. We're like blood brothers.

Blood brothers for you now means your buddies might be your next lunch.

No, I'd never do that to them.

I never hurt them.

We were always there for each other.

It's not like you and Marty.

These guys got real heart.

Get some sleep, Carl.

It's the middle of the day.

Carl's gone.

What? Carl isn't here.

What am I supposed to do about it? You know where he is.

I do?

We all do. He's got the chill. He's heading for his grave.

Again, what am I supposed to do about it?

Find him before someone else does.

Or the sun does.

Meryl, explain to me why it should be me to go.

Because Carl won't listen to me, but he might listen to you.

We both know it.

You're saying Gru went after Carl outside the grounds?

Carl's got the chill.

There's only one place they could be headed.

The cemetery.

That old boneyard?

Cut me loose, I'll run a rescue mission on the both of them.

No, I want the rest of you to stay below until I figure out what to do.

Come in.

I'm happy to report that none of my instruments show any evidence of

infection. Ah.

The fry boy.

Malcolm. Is he a special needs student?

Ms. Hackett, all students have special needs.

I'm sorry you wasted your time.

Oh, I'm not done.

I'm going to take a swing by the local cemetery, check up on Todman's

and give it a look -see.

So this is where our tax dollars go.

I'm one of the good guys, Dr. Murdoch.

You only have to see a single vampire victim, their throat ripped out to

that. Duly noted.

So, can you give me directions to the cemetery?

Yes, of course I can, but before you go traipsing around in the dark, how about

we have a cup of tea?

Looking for company, are you? Well, everyone can use a little company now

then. Don't you think?

Why don't we have it in the foyer?

I'll join you there in just a minute.

Imagine if he was here, man.

He is.

Don't remember you, Carl.

Who would have thought?

A year ago today.

Dead at 18.

Could have used him this year against Ethan Central.

Could have used him all season long.

Wherever he is.

Think he ever thinks about it?

To Carl. To Carl.

What was that?

What are you doing, man?

What, you got some bone you're trying to bury there, Carl?

I don't know what I'm doing.

I guess I'm losing it.

No, you're not.

Carl, something else.

It's called the chill.

We all go through it.

It's like a homing device that calls us back to our grave.

One year to the day.

We get the call.

I went back.

My dog was still there.

Still posting watch.

So I tried to say hello to him.

I mean, he couldn't tell anyone, right?

But he just kept barking and barking at me.

Showing his pain.

Actually, the chill never really goes away. You just learn to live with it.

That's all.

Oh. I guess I can never go back to them.

Whatever.

Say goodbye to the you that was.

Be thankful there's a you that still is.

You ready to go?

Yeah.

I want the two of you to stay exactly where you are.

Drop your weapon, ma 'am! I'm a federal agent.

And I'm the town sheriff.

Drop your weapon.

Hands on the car.

You gotta tell me something.

Why would any federal agency feel the need to take out one of our tombstones,

eh?

Tell me.

What brought you out here anyway?

Not on a tip, man. Yeah.

Good to see you back, Carl.

Big guy.

It's a cruel world out there.

That's why you gotta hang with your blood -sucking homies.

I might hug you.

No, too filthy. I

let

myself in.

I noticed.

Cup of tea?

Taxpayers wouldn't like that, would they?

You know, you intrigue me.

Well, I'll take that as a compliment.

You're attempting here at Mansbridge.

That takes a rather special sort of man.

I'm glad you noticed.

I can spot another professional.

I hope our paths cross again.

One can always hope.

Then we'll have to make it happen.

I'll let myself out as well.

You always do.

In truth, vampires and mortals experience the chill.

That yearning for what we once called home.

That cold memory of a forever lost time and place.

And for all of us, there is only the hope of finding a new home.

A new family.