[hisses]

-You weren't followed?

-It's not amateur hour.

What's with all the cloak and stake stuff?

-I have news from the high council.

-They're going to accept me?

-If you can prove your vampiric qualities

exceed those of an average girl.

-How?

-You'll be set three tasks to demonstrate your ruthlessness,

deviousness, and most importantly,

your willingness to inflict pain.

-Sounds fun.

What's first?

-I want to know whether your brother and his half fanged

sidekick are plotting to stop the blood binding.

-Of course they are.

Vlad's always been a sad romantic.

He won't want to marry someone he's not in love with.

-Love is irrelevant.

Adze must be his bride.

-Relax.

I'll find out what he's up to.

-It's not just a place in the high council at stake.

It's the future of all our kind.

[slurping]

-I could do with a hand here.

-Do I look like I was born into the serving houses?

-I don't think so.

Scram.

Look, this hugging hoodie experiment of yours

is a disaster.

They've been helping themselves to my cellar.

-Actually, dad, that was me.

-You?

-The blood the slayer's guild provided has run out.

-We had to tap into your blood cellar for emergency supplies.

And just so we're clear, this isn't an experiment.

SCRAP is here to stay.

-SCRAP?

-School for Coexistence, Respect, and Peace.

-You call this respect?

-Ow!

-Master?

Master?

-You were supposed to be rationing the blood to one

glass each, not splashing it about.

-I did.

But they wouldn't listen to me.

-The sooner he starts production of the soy blood,

the less we have to take from your blood cellar.

-So get to it before they drain me dry.

-McCauley's been looking for you.

-Ah, then she needs look no further.

-There had be enough decent vintage for the blood binding.

I don't do second best.

-You are making slow progress ingratiating

yourself with the Draculas.

-The Count just sees me as another one of the revamp kids.

And Vlad's so tight with Erin, I don't even get a look in.

-Erin.

Erin.

Erin.

-I got a call from the police this morning.

-I assure you that break in at the museum

was nothing to do with me and I have no knowledge

of the whereabouts of the ancient Pygmy skulls.

-That's not why they called.

-Then forget everything I just said.

-Crime in the area has dropped 20%

since you opened your evening classes.

-Really?

-These young people are taking the chance we're giving them.

Well done, Mr. Count.

Your compassion is paying off.

-One does what one can for those less fortunate than one's self.

-Why do we keep that momentum going by rewarding them

with a pace on the student senate of the main school?

Empowering people is always a good idea.

[sneezes]

-Thank you.

You'll let me know who you think best for the student senate?

-Of course.

Of course.

[blows nose]

-Thank you.

-Keep it.

A gift.

-Thank you.

-What about getting rid of Adze?

-Then we're left with no option.

We make her disappear.

-Kill her.

-We kidnap her.

Lock her up and forge a note saying that she's run away

because she can't face going through with the blood binding.

Ingrid.

-No flies on you, brother.

-What do you want?

-I know what you want.

-Which is?

-Rid of Adze.

[chuckles]

-It's OK.

I'm on side.

-Side Ingrid.

-You've got me all wrong.

So come on.

What's the plan?

-There is no plan.

-Then let's think of one.

I'm sure if we put our heads together we can outsmart her.

-You really want to help?

OK, well, the truants need rounding up.

-I'd love to.

But I have to prep for my next lesson.

It's not fair that those who actually

want to learn suffer, now is it?

-We'll work it out.

-You want me to spy on my own sister?

-If I'm going to take my rightful replace

in the high council, I need to find out how they're planing

to get Vlad out of the blood binding.

-Why me?

-Because they don't trust my motives.

-I'm hardly Erin's favorite person.

-Tell her you're sorry.

Play the family card.

Breathers are hopelessly sentimental.

She'll want to believe you.

-What's in it for me?

-A share in the power.

I won't forget you helped get me onto the high council.

-You're not serious.

No breathers?

-Well, it's the guest list, not the menu.

-Vlad's right.

Now that we all live in peace, we

should respect each other's traditions.

-Fine.

But the invites go out tomorrow.

-We haven't set a date yet.

-The Feast of Azazelo.

-But that's only two weeks away.

-Is that a problem?

-You wanted to see us?

-Oh, yes.

I've decided to put one of the ferals

forward for the school's student senate.

Well, they'll never take peaceful coexistence

seriously if we don't empower them.

-You don't take peaceful coexistence seriously.

-How sharper than a bat's fang it

is to have a thankless child.

-You two find a candidate and we'll put them to the test.

-Excellent idea.

They can undertake the trial of Grin Apnoire.

Three nights in the Caves of Carthusia

where they'll face their biggest fear.

And from where only one can return.

-Or alternatively, we can do a quiz.

Ramanga, as representative of the high council,

perhaps you could set the questions.

-Let battle commence.

-Garlic gas.

-Check.

-UV stun grenades.

-Check.

-Blood trap.

-Ready?

-Yeah.

-Caught this lot bunking school.

-Thanks.

Saved us a job.

-They promised they won't be any more trouble.

-Good.

All right, you lot with me.

Come on.

-Come on, guys.

-How are you doing?

-I'm all right.

You?

-I'm sorry I've been a bit out of order recently.

-Understatement of the year.

-And I'm sorry I never thanked you for standing up to Ramanga.

I heard about Vlad and Adze getting married.

-Hot gossip, is it?

-Are you really going to let it happen?

-Don't have much of a choice, do I?

-Maybe they're not planing anything.

-Of course they are.

They just won't tell you unless they

really think you've changed.

-Which I haven't.

-How do you fancy a place on the school senate?

-Whoopee doo.

-It's your chance to lead for once.

Unless you enjoy being Malik's lap dog.

-I'm nobody's lap dog.

-So prove it.

Be your own biter.

-I'm getting, I'm getting aristocracy.

-Oh yeah.

-A suggestion of Maldivian, but yes.

A subtle aftertaste of Bavaria.

-And uh, number two.

-Ah, now this is full bodied.

[coughs] Strong.

A vigorous vintage.

Plenty of iron.

-So which one's the soy blood.

-That one.

-How'd you guess?

Imbecile.

Though the taste is remarkably authentic,

you have saved my cellar.

[laughs]

-Honestly, Renfield, I could, I could--

-Oh, bitey, bitey, bitey.

-Not do that.

-Hi, Adze.

Do you fancy grabbing a bite to eat later?

-I don't do gooseberry.

-Not with Erin.

Just you and me.

You're right about her being needy.

I just need some space.

-Needy?

You want some space?

You've got it.

-So how about it?

Dinner?

-No can do.

I'm getting my fangs polished tonight.

-Erin.

-Did it work?

-She's getting her fangs polished tonight.

We could snatch her then.

Did you have to make it quite so convincing?

-Vlad.

I'm putting Ryan forward for the student senate.

-I thought the idea was to find an envoy

for peaceful coexistence.

-And I thought you believed in giving

the disenfranchised a second chance.

Or is that merely sales speak of ineffectual do gooders?

-I'll find out who Bertrand has lined up for your opponent.

-Situation in my room in five.

We're going to win this thing.

-I want to be a proper brother again.

I'm going to stop Adze marrying Vlad.

-Wait.

-Settle down, please.

OK.

Today we are learning about Ludlaw Erant.

He led the great crusade of the night eaters into Crisana.

On his return, the conquering hero

was elected to the high council.

-Didn't he kill like 3,000 slayers?

-At least.

The streams of Crisanian mountains

run red with slayers' blood.

But they got their revenge when a mole infiltrated

the coronation and inserted garlic tipped thorns

into his crown.

If it wasn't for warriors like Ludlaw Erant saving us

from the slayers, vampires would've

been wiped from this earth.

-Except now we're supposed to just mosh together,

vampires, slayers, breathers.

-Doesn't mean we have to give up our identity.

It's important to know who you are and where you come from.

-But if we're descended from warriors like him,

isn't that who we are?

-Times are different now.

-I need your candidate for the student senate.