-68 and 7 is--

-I know I've been cold to you in the past.

But it's only so you wouldn't guess the truth.

-The truth?

-There's something I've been hiding since the day we met.

-Please say you're not Mr. McCauley?

-I've fallen in love with you.

I know it's wrong.

I'm the headmistresses, you're the owner--

but it feels so right.

Tell me if I'm being a fool.

-My heart was yours from the moment we met.

But I kept silent because I, too,

have a secret-- a terrible, terrible secret.

If I tell you, your love for me will die.

-I'm not scared of secrets, Mr. Count.

Or should I say-- Count Dracula.

-You know who I am, what I am?

-I want us to be together forever.

Bite me, my love.

Bite me.

[video rewind sound]

-This is a dream, isn't it?

You're about to bite me.

I call that a nightmare.

[cackles]

[knocking at the door]

-Have you finished the finance projections?

-Well, I-- I--

-Were you asleep?

-No, no, no.

Wide awake, wide awake.

-Well, I need those figures on my desk by morning.

-Chances of Ms. McCauley being secretly in love with me--

zero.

-I'm arresting you for criminal damage,

although I think your blind use of color

is a much graver crime.

-You really hate it that much?

-I could do it in pink, if that floats your boat.

-I prefer red myself.

But I'm all out of red.

Guess I'll just have to use blood instead.

-Stay back!

-Oh, watch out, everyone.

He's got a stake.

Oh, wait a second.

Panic over.

It's got a rounded end.

I'm arresting you on suspicion of being O positive.

You don't have to say anything, but it

is much more fun if you scream.

Easy.

Could have had my eye out.

We know the new rules-- no biting, no slaying.

Remember nothing.

Job done.

-I thought we agreed to play together nicely.

-Tell that to chopsticks there.

-He dusted one of my gang.

-I don't care who started it.

The Vampire High Council and the Slayers' Guild

have agreed a ceasefire.

Respect it.

You need food?

You go to the blood bank at Garside.

-You see biting, you report it.

Let's pretend this never happened.

From now on, you're going to be friends.

-I've got all the friends I need.

Let's go play somewhere else.

-He's trouble.

-And he's manic.

Flew into town a few weeks ago.

Street funds love him.

He's old school.

A biter.

-It's just a scratch.

You were lucky he missed the artery.

-Should be clean.

-I'll do a quick test back at the lab to be sure.

-So much for vampires and breathers living in peace.

More like rested in peace.

-It's working.

Biting and slaying are down.

Vampires have hunted breathers for thousands of years.

They're not going to change overnight.

Whose side are you on?

-Whose blood is that?

-A slayer.

She was bitten in a fight.

She's negative.

-Next time, this could be you.

You are risking too much.

-Don't report it.

-I'm chair of the Slayer's Guild.

I have to report it.

-You want this ceasefire to fall, don't you?

-Don't make this about me, Jonno.

I'm not the one biting innocent people.

-Take those out.

You look ridiculous.

AB negative.

-Just practicing.

Mouse is going to bite me any day now.

-Oh, dream on.

-B positive with a splash of cranberry!

-Renfield, this is a blood bank, not a cafe.

A [inaudible], negative.

-There's nothing wrong in tickling their taste buds

with a little sophis- tica- tion.

B positive with a cockroach frappe!

-Where is Dad?

He's supposed to be helping.

-Mouse is having to work late with Ms. McCauley.

-Work?

He doesn't know the meaning of the word.

Hey, off my counter!

Off!

Did I give you permission to stare

at the moon like a lovesick werewolf?

Go to the storeroom.

We're out of AB positive.

I don't remember ordering pizza delivery.

-Nice bike.

-They're serving the losers ready meals.

Next, they'll pulling out our fangs

and saying we don't need them anymore.

-What's your problem?

Aside from the poser bike and the fake leather jim-jams?

-That's real leather.

-That explains the smell.

I recommend a breathable fabric.

-Wanna come for a ride and get some blood the old school way?

-Breaking the ceasefire.

You're more stupid than you look, which is going some.

-It's never going to last.

Vampires are hunters, not house cats.

-You really are bad boy cliche.

What's next, a dragon tattoo?

-Interesting.

I haven't seen that symbol since I left the old country.

Do you know what it means?

-I read that vampires used to draw

it to mark out their territory.

-Quite the history buff, aren't we?

Of course, we each drew it differently,

otherwise it would have rather defeated the purpose.

I put mine inside a triangle, which, if think about it,

is made up of three thieves.

I was once young, arrogant, reckless.

It's like looking in a mirror.

-Thanks.

-So this is your territory, is it?

-No, I--

-Do you know what the V stands for?

-Vampire?

-Veni, vidi voro.

I came, I saw, I consumed.

[cackles]

-I'm just messing with you.

Go.

Go have fun, but not too much fun.

Remember, there's a ceasefire.

-Sounds like we need a new motto-- I came,

I saw, I co-existed.

-You're so easily impressed.

Do you trust Bertrand?

-Why?

-He tried to betray you.

-Well, keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

-Isn't it better to keep your friends close

and your enemies in a garlic pit?

-Look.

-Looks like fresh blood.

-He's hunting breathers.

-We need some bait to lure him out.

What do you prefer?

Brunettes, or redheads?

Dad?

-Bloody!

You see, I'm not the only one with a two-pronged attack.

You didn't seriously think I was going to play along, did you?

I've been having breathers for breakfast

for hundreds of years.

It's too late to change the menu.

-You didn't even try.

You're supposed be setting a good example.

-I am.

It's you that's letting the side down with all

this peaceful coexistence nonsense.

-Look at me and Vlad.

We prove it can work.

-You two are a joke.

Your relationship has no future.

What will you do when you're 100, hmm?

Vlad will still be young, and you'll barely have breath

to blow out your birthday candles.

Now bite her, and be done with it.

Then, you can be together forever.

-So why don't you take your own advice and bite Ms. McCauley?

-I have no interest in her.

Our relationship is strictly professional.

-You can lie to yourself if you want.

Just don't lie to me again.

You're either with me or against me.

What's it to be?

-The blood bags have all been slashed.

They're like claw marks.

Could be a werewolf.

-It wasn't me.

-Fangs can do that.

Could be a vampire.

-Still not me.

-You've got to ask yourself, who wants the blood bank to fail?

-Oh, well done, Ms. Scarlett.

It was the clowns in the cellar with the candlestick.

Why would I waste a perfectly good drop, hmm?

-Well, there's a clue to our culprit.

-Malik.

He's all talk and no fangs.

-I think you underestimate the boy.

He's got potential.

He's been a real troublemaker, but no, we don't want that,

do we?

No.

-We need more blood before sunset,

otherwise there'll be a feeding frenzy.

-Don't look at me.

I'm using all mine.

OK, fine.

Hook me up.

-Thanks.

I'll see what Jonno can find at the Slayer's Guild.

-Did you do those figures for me?

-Yes, Master.

-Are you sure these numbers add up?

-Are you sure these numbers add up?

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

-Oh, dear.

-A dog ate the finance letter.

-He snatched it out my hand, chewed it right up.

Most, most unfortunate.

-And that's the best excuse you could come up with?

I was going to say a half vampire, half werewolf mixed up

the numbers, but I-- I thought better of it.

-I'm trying to run a school here, your school,

as a professional establishment.

The students deserve better than this, and so do I.

[bell rings]

-But--

-It seems too obvious-- what if it wasn't Malik, but somebody

who wants to make it look like him?

-It's a simple tag, easy enough to copy.

Could have been anyone.

-What if it was the person who reported

the crime in first place?

-Bertrand?

-I need evidence.

I'm going to search his room.

-Be careful.