[sharp growl]

-Ahh!

-Go on.

-Ah.

-Uhn!

Run Ingrid.

The slayers.

(DISTORTED) Run.

[thunk] Ow.

Ahh.

Uhh, ahh.

I've got to stop doing that.

Mm.

Mm. [crack]

Ahh.

[echoing laughter]

Nightmare.

-Incoming.

Uhn.

-I'm back. [hiss]

-Cutting it a bit close, sire?

-I lost track of time chasing a milk man.

Caught him eventually.

Helped myself to a pint.

-Haa.

-Good morning, your highness.

I trust the chosen one slept well.

-Give it a rest, dad.

-I don't care what you do during the day.

But at night, you should be hunting with me,

two bats out looking for blood.

-There is now way I'm ever turning into a bat.

It's disgusting.

It's not natural.

-There is no greater feeling than soaring high

above the Earth, the wind under your wings,

the moonlight on your back.

-You're a flying rodent.

What's fun about that?

-It's not about fun.

It's about training you to be grand high vampire.

Next year, when you come of age, you need to be ready.

-What's wrong?

Coffin prices gone up?

-Stokely Castle has burnt to the ground.

The Dracula residence, Stokely Castle, was burn to the ground

yesterday.

There are unconfirmed reports that the eldest daughter,

Ingrid, perished in the blaze.

-I'm very sorry for your loss.

-I loved her, Zoltan.

I knew I didn't always show it, but I loved her.

She was the best castle I ever owned.

-He was talking about Ingrid.

-No, I wasn't.

-I had a dream last night she was being chased by slayers.

-Yes, I've had that one before.

It looks like our dream came true.

-How can you joke about it.

-She left you for dead and me locked in a UV cage.

If the battery hadn't run out, I'd

be a pile of ashes now and so would you.

[rattling, squealing wheels]

-Good morning, gentlemen.

What can I get you for breakfast.

I have eggs, scrambled, poached, fried, boiled, bacon, sausage,

mushroom, tomato, kippers, crumpets, muffins, waffles,

pancakes, porridge, cornflakes, and toast.

-Every morning, it's the same.

-I can't undo the memory wipe.

It's so strong, it keeps rewiping his brain.

-Look at this reflection.

Does anything seem strange to you?

-It's just me.

-That a boy.

-How are you doing that?

-I have been around for 600 years.

I sleep in a coffin.

I drink blood.

And I move with unnatural speed.

Ringing any bells?

-But that's impossible.

-Not if you're (DISTORTED) a vampire.

-Aren't you bored of doing that yet?

-No.

No, I still get a kick out of it.

It's often the highlight of my day.

-I like the new Renfield.

He smells a whole lot better than the old one.

-He thinks I'm a toy.

Keeps looking for my batteries, which is most unpleasant.

-Ah, good morning gentlemen.

Ah, good morning gentlemen.

And what can I get you for breakfast?

-Oh.

-I have eggs, scrambled, poached, fried.

-You told us already!

-I did?

My mind's gone blank.

-We were talking about vampires.

Remember.

-Vampires, sir?

There's no such thing.

-It's like living with a goldfish.

-That'll be all, Renfield.

-Very good, sir.

-Now, time for a proper breakfast.

Take your pick.

I have O-positive, B-negative, all

the blood types a growing boy needs.

[heart beat]

-No bats.

No blood.

I'm, I'm going to lead a normal life.

-We bought this school, in the middle of nowhere,

so we can hide from an army of slayers trying to kill us.

Vladimir, what is normal about that?

[slam]

[heart beat]

-Ahhh!

Oh.

-Uhn.

Where is he?

Where's your brother?

-And all this time, I thought you were interested in me.

-Where is the chosen one?

-I don't know.

(LAUGHING) Like I'd tell you if I did.

-It's time to finish the job.

-Vlad?

[gasping]

-Vlad?

[distant laughter]

Are you all right?

Have you hurt yourself?

-I'm OK, Miss McCauley.

Just a bit dazed.

-Well, what happened?

-I tripped.

-Did someone push you?

-No.

It was an accident.

You can tell me the truth you know.

My door is always open.

-Get up.

We're going to Stokely to save Ingrid.

-Hm.

I'm not sifting through a burnt-out castle

to save Ingrid's ashes.

How do we know if we scooped her up or the front door?

-She's alive.

I saw her in a vision.

-You had a vision?

-I sort of blacked out, and I saw

Ingrid being chased by slayers.

It was like I was there.

-Right, we need to beef up your training,

see what else you can do.

-This isn't about me.

It's about Ingrid.

She needs our help.

-She turned her back on us.

She wanted to make the streets of Stokely run red with blood.

Well now they will with hers.

-We can't just stand by and do nothing.

Everyone deserves a second chance.

Mum treats you like dirt, yet you still keep taking her back.

-That's different.

-How.

-We're not lifting a fang to help Ingrid.

This conversation is over.

-Fine.

I don't need your help.

I'll save Ingrid on my own.

-Over my dead body.

-[chortling]

-Ahh!

-You're going to burn.

[laughs]

-[growl]

-Don't forget your sun cream.

-[growl] [hiss]

-If you want to live, get in.

-Get the van.

-You can relax.

I'm one of you.

We need to stick together if we want

to say ahead of the slayers.

-How come you're not burning up?

-Heh, UV filter.

You're safe in here.

What happened to your face?

-I bit a teenager and caught something off him.

Where are you heading?

-As far from the slayers as I can get.

You can chill.

We've lost them.

-If I leave now, I'll just catch the 12:26.

-This is not a good idea.

-Ingrid's alive.

I'm going to save her.

-If you leave now, you'll burn to a crisp.

You must wait until nightfall.

-There's no time.

-Ohh.

-Ow.

Oh.

Ow.

Ow.

Ow.

Ow.

Ow.

Ow.

Ooh.

Ohh.

Oof.

-Running away isn't the answer, Vlad.

-I wasn't running away.

I was just.

-You don't have to lie to me.

I'm on your side.

Come on, in we go.

-Ahh.

-Ah uhn.

Ahh.

-Topman?

-Slayers.

-You said we'd lost them.

The found us.

I don't know how, but they found us.

- I think we can lose them.

Do you think we can lose them?

-No.

-Me neither.

YOUNG SLAYER: Who's driving then?

EXPERIENCED SLAYER: one of them.

-If we're tracking them, why are we getting so close?

-I've explained this plan 1,000 times.

-Believe it will work?

-Don't say a word.

-You were very brave.

-Oh, thanks.

-Brave and stupid.

-And there it is.

-You are giving up?

There is one way you can get to her.

-How?

-It's small and black and rhymes with hat.

-Ahh.

I'm not turning into a bat.

-You have to.

-No way.

-It's easy.

-Never going to happen.

[engine stalling]

-No, don't do this to us.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Do you think they saw us turn off?

INGRID: Yes.

They saw us.

[whine of ignition failure]

Lock the doors.

Lock the doors!

[grunting]

[popping, air hissing]

Hah!

-Start, you useless pile of. [engine catching]

-I promise I will never say the B word again.

-I saw the road.

I can find her.

-We're not going to get very far in this.

You've got any family around here that could hide us?

-I burned all my bridges a long time ago.

I've got nowhere to go.

-Ah.

I'm starving.

[sniffing]

-On the menu this evening, we have four starters,

partridge ravioli with a Gillot and black truffle sauce,

followed by Welsh beef, wilted spinach, and potato rosti,

with a homemade horseradish sauce.

And for dessert.

-I'll eat out.

-Very good, sir.

If it's convenient, Miss McCauley

would like to see you in her office.

-Ahh.

Perhaps I'll eat in after all.

-Would sir like?

-Keep heading on their last bearing

and see if we can reacquire the signal.