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Pay attention, everyone.

The day schoolers and the Mansbridge staff have gone away for the long

meaning we have the run of the academy.

We're going to take full advantage of that opportunity.

The elders have arranged a ceremony.

An exercise in selective memory.

Remembrances of things past.

How quaint. Each of you will re -encounter the victim you most regret

having slain.

So we can say we're sorry?

Not a lot of good that'll do.

What's to be gained?

I'll let you be the judge of that.

Please stand in the convocation circle.

Although you will not be present, all of you will share in each other's memory.

Oh, goody. A trip down memory lane.

Close your eyes.

Are there any dangers?

Only if you resist the encounter.

As the elders have granted, let us now begin the summoning.

Beg for your life.

I'm not ready for this.

Nobody is.

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

in a civil war.

The bloodthirsty fury battled with the enlightened elders 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 among mortals.

Remember, during the summon, don't resist the encounter.

In the long life of a vampire,

memory becomes a house with many rooms.

Some rooms remain open, while others are forever closed.

Behind the doors lie dark secrets.

Pieces of a past still hidden away with good reason.

It's you.

Grown -ups think they know everything.

I never meant for... Horror. All I ever read. Horror. You must like that too,

huh?

There's something you've got to explain to me.

This world is filled with people who have no hope.

Some even want to die.

But I was full of life.

Why did you do this to me?

I didn't. No?

Then how do you explain this?

That was someone else.

Her name was Patsy. It was her that... I was in the library, looking for a book,

minding my own business, just looking for a book.

Don't you remember?

It was her that attacked you. Not me, her.

I remember you.

The hunger in your eyes, your teeth.

I thought she had killed you.

It was only after she was finished that... So what you're saying is I was

sloppy second?

No, it wasn't that. It was... My mother always said I

was an exceptional child.

You took me away from her. You did that. That was my maker.

She wouldn't let me go.

I was forced to help her, to lure her victim.

You came into the library.

My mother had left me alone because I promised only to read, not to talk to

anyone. But you, you started talking to me.

I never meant to. Yes, you did.

You did. You took my heartbeat away, remember?

I heard it stop right here in my chest.

Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Thump.

I didn't know you were still alive.

I didn't know.

And when you stirred, when you tried to say something, I almost ran, but... You

didn't.

I never wanted to harm you.

But you did.

You wouldn't have survived.

You had lost too much blood.

You should have screamed for help.

There was no one to hear.

Then why did you tell me?

school prom.

Should have been my prom, too.

Carl!

How dare you?

Carmen!

You broke my heel, and how could you kill me in my prom dress?

Uh, Carmen, I, uh... Don't you, Carmen, I mean, don't you dare.

Look, I could explain if you just... Yes, explain. I can't wait.

I wasn't myself anymore.

No, you died.

Everyone said so.

I wore black for nearly an entire week, so without so much as a phone call,

you're back, and you give me this.

Blood on my taffeta, Carl, blood. Well, you were going to the prom with my best

friend.

I thought you were dead. Oh, so you had to go with my best friend instead.

And you had to get so jealous you had to kill him? And then me?

Don't you think you're overreacting just a little bit? Oh, well, you just... You

showed up like death warmed over. That alone nearly stopped my heart. I was

wearing it, Tuck.

I didn't mean to scare you.

Only kill me, huh?

No.

I had a life, Carl.

A life.

And I didn't.

I tried to forget about you.

I couldn't.

I couldn't resist you.

I was a prom queen.

Did you know that?

Well, you were always my queen.

No.

I will not forgive you, Carl. I will not.

You hurt me.

I wasn't myself back then.

Who were you?

I've become this terrible, frightening thing. I couldn't show myself to anyone.

I'm still not used to it.

But you, I just couldn't lose you.

One last time, for us.

But then, then I lost control and I...

Hurry.

For old time's sake.

No, I can't.

Yes, you can.

The summoning will continue with Marty.

What?

This is my trip down memory lane.

Real anticlimactic.

Oh, yeah.

France, 1918, the year of easy pickings.

Who was that?

Your savior.

Are you one of us?

One of you what?

An ally.

I tend to work alone mostly.

You?

Private First Class Dalton Amos, .30 caliber Browning machine gunner.

Marty Strickland.

Assassin at large.

They got my gun, mate.

Killed him outright with a headshot.

My horse got nailed next.

Motorized nearly through.

Cleaned in half.

So you ran.

I'm looking for friendly.

I'm friendly.

Any idea what the average life expectancy of a frontline gunner is?

27 minutes.

27 minutes.

I've been gunning for 33 days.

Then you're definitely on borrowed time.

Can I be honest with you?

Honesty is always the best policy.

Last thing I want to do.

Very last thing.

You know what that is?

I think you're going to tell me, Dalton.

Go back out there.

Why aren't you afraid?

Why?

Because.

I'm the angel of death.

You've come for me, haven't you?

And I don't have to go back out there.

I got blood on my hands.

And I don't know where it's from.

Blood can be a good thing.

You can stay right here, Dalton.

With me?

All right.

It's been a blast.

Can we stop this now?

What?

He got what he asked for.

Where's the regret in that?

It's your turn, Essie.

Essie!

Do you know why you're here?

Ecce, you spoke out of turn at the table again.

Yes, madame, I was bad. I didn't mean to... You laughed!

Sixteen years old and still acting disgracefully.

It was only because of... Do you know what happens to young girls who

their parents?

Yes, madame. Did they not bring me all the way from Paris to instruct you?

Yes, madame.

And have I not cared for you?

Have I not taken you to bed, read to you every night?

Have I not always been there for you?

Have I not?

I left.

My own daughters.

To care for you.

All I do is for you.

And I love you for that.

But I'm older now.

Hold out your hand.

No, it isn't fair. Mama started it when she had the cook. What an embarrassment

you are.

How can someone as impertinent as you possibly be the child of a ritocratie?

Have you no respect for your true bloodline?

Hold out your hand.

Hold out your hand! No.

What did you say?

It was this family, my own Uncle Dimitri, that made me what I am.

You blame your uncle for your behavior?

How sad you've become.

No.

Not that.

It's just part of the royal bloodline that my uncle chose to share with me.

What are you talking about?

There is no final man on your uncle.

None. You should have protected me.

You should have.

He made me one of them. One of what?

Must I punish you?

For your lying as well?

Turn towards me and hold out your hand.

They gave me no choice.

None.

This needs to be over. I'm afraid of what you might find.

I've got nothing to fear.

I'm already dead.

It's your turn.

Yep, you're in the dead flesh.

Sit down. I want to talk to you.

So, how's life been treating you, buddy?

I never had a chance to explain. Explain?

You really think an explanation was necessary?

We got a score to settle, me and you.

And now I'm here to settle it.

We were once friends.

Until I found out you were a vampire.

Kind of hard to pal around after that.

And I trusted you with that secret.

Who asked you to, huh?

What makes you think you even had the right to let me in on that little

Are vampires flammable?

So it wasn't enough you had to tell me.

You had to infect me with your blood.

I intended to make you one of us. I was going to give you eternal life. But you

didn't. You took my blood. You put me in a trance. And then you just left me.

I woke up in my grave.

Because I... Because you what?

You forgot about me.

Because I decided I didn't want you cursed with the same life as mine. Oh,

decided. Well, good for you.

This is not a life you'd want.

Well, now I'm here to return the favor.

You see, being dead also has its powers.

You gotta listen to me. No!

This time it's me who needs to make a point.

Derek, I'm sorry.

Your sorrow.

Too little, too late.

You think I'm just a memory, don't you? Part of your little vampire ritual.

While the vengeful dead, we have our own cone of justice.

Now beg.

Beg for your life.

Derek, that's one thing I won't do.

I said beg!

Now do it!

I did!

I still do!

Life is precious.

Know this first and last of all.

The summoning is over.

Opening the doors to memories long forgotten brings pain.

For it forces vampire and mortal alike to confront the deepest parts of our

being, to try and understand who we wish to be and who we really are.

We learn that life can be precious, but it can also be an exercise in fear and

loneliness.

Is it worth knowing that such truth lies behind these doors?

Are they better left closed?

Or, by knowing the truth, can it give us new hope where there was no hope

before?