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- Here
I am, Rowan Radley,

smallish in stature,
pale, skinny.

An observer of life and a
lover of boys from afar.

I spend a lot of
my time asking why.

Why was I born now and
not some other time?

And why here?

My mother, Helen.

Prepping for my dad's,
Peter's, birthday party.

She's probably
scheduled every minute,

printed it out, put it
in a plastic envelope

next to all the other
plastic envelopes

about the schedules
and to-do lists,

all the bread making
courses, keep-fit classes,

pony club, PTA.

And that's Clara.

My strange, pale sister,

vomiting constantly
since she turned vegan.

At this point, I have
no idea what fate

lies waiting in my blood.

All I know is I'm a freak.

- Hope he's gonna
talk to people.

- I think if he actually
talks to people,

they'll like him even less.

- Hello, Helen!

- Lorna!

You didn't have
to bring anything.

Really, you didn't. I've cooked.

- It's nothing, Hel.

It's just a tiny noodle salad

with marinated chicken and
chili and lime dressing.

- It's her signature dish.

- Hi, Clara.

You look nice.

A bit pale.

That's your new vegan
look, I suppose.

We brought Tilly.

She's over there somewhere
with your brother.

Come on, she'd love
to hang out with you.

Mark, shabbily.

So, where's Peter then?

Birthday boy.

He can't be 47.

He's so

firm-looking.

- Don't be scared. I don't bite.

Unless people ask really nicely.

- Nice one.

Oh, jeez!

Stealing booze from the Radleys?

- Yeah, supplies
for the real party.

Up the field by the
abbey, just teenagers.

Imagine Glastonbury.

- Nice.

- Then imagine
something much smaller

with no bands and much
less good.

- Right.

- I'll get some more.

- Oh, thanks.

- Sup.
- Yo.

- So you into him or what?

The new boy.

- Evan?
- Mm.

- No.

That'd be like
kissing my brother.

No, we're just friends.
He's kind of innocent.

- I know.

And so pretty.

Watch and learn.

- Here you go.
- What's up?

Evan, you're all
washed and brushed.

- Thanks.

- Wait, am I intruding?

- No, of course not.

- This guy can tell you some
awesome things about physics,

if that's what you're into.

- Come on, let's go.

- Is it?
- Hm?

- What are you into?

- Can we please?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Who's that? Is
that Steve Harper?

- That's Stuart Harper.

Oh, and look, he's
on his way over.

Awesome.

- The guy's a sporting
legend, Clara.

- Aye, aye.
- All right.

- How are we?
- Good.

- Good?

Good, good, good.

Awesome party.

- Just awesome.

- Wait, guys. Look.

- Yeah, could you not, mate?

Could you not? Then you...

Yeah, you're just about to
bend the arms all the way back.

- Oh, sorry.
- Yeah, all right.

Good man. Good stuff.

Hm.

Oh.
- Mm.

- Right.
- Yeah.

- Sure.

- Yeah, mm-hm, mm.
- Mm, mm-hm.

- I'm going back.

- Ah, right.

Well, maybe you could
just have a drink.

- I'll come with you.

No, it's fine.

You're busy.

- No, it's all
right. I'll walk you back.

I'm not five years old.
No, no, no.

You don't know what's
lurking about in the woods,

and you don't wanna
get bitten, do you?

- By what?

- Erm, you know, like a badger?

- Hm.

Yeah, I think I'll
take my chances.

I'll see you, Evan.

Evan?

- Oh my God!

Oh, mate.

You're even more of
a freak than normal.

- I'm not a freak.

Look, I feel shit. I
just wanna go home.

- All right, I'm sorry. I am.

Look.

I just thought we could

you know, get to know each
other.

- What?

- Yeah, just like...

I don't know, like
a little bit better.

- I'm sorry!
- It's fine. It's fine.

You can make it up to me.

All right?

Look, it's all right.
We don't have to kiss.

What? Come on.

You're being weird.

All right.

It's all right. Come on.

Calm down, all right?

Hey!

God, you're strong, aren't you?

Calm down.

It's all right. It's all right!

It's all right, I won't bite!

You're the rabbit,
I'm the wolf!

I see you! Run, rabbit, run!

Fine, it's fine, it's fine.

- Please! Please let me go!

- Shut up!

Shut up!

Wait, wait.

It's okay.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- Oh, I think that's your dad.

- Evan!

- I have to go.

- What, are you serious?

- Yeah, yeah.

He has problems with
anxiety and loud noises

and lots of things.

I'll see you later.

- Do you want to
end up like your mother?

Do you?

I'm trying to keep us
safe here!

- I told you.

- What's wrong?

Oh my God! Here.

Oh!

Oh, my little girl!

It's all right. We're here.

Mommy and Daddy are here.

- Fuck!

No.

- Is there really
an alternative?

God only knows what he
weighs. We could carry him.

- Are you listening to yourself?

- A few metals. That's
all it would take, Peter.

- Helen!

Helen, this is not you
speaking. This is the behavior.

You are acting out, and
you know where this ends.

Hm?

Come back.

- I'm sorry.

I'm so fucking triggered.

It's like an ache.

- Do the breathing thing.

- Quickly, upstairs.

Paintballing.

Mustn't let it stain.

- Sorry, could
someone please tell me

what the hell is going on?

What's the matter with her?

- She killed a boy
at your school.

- She what?

Wait, is that actual
blood on those clothes?

Oh my God. Was
there an accident?

What's happened?

- Your sister
killed Stuart Harper.

- It's quite a lot to take in.

You must have one
or two questions.

- Mom, what have I done?

- It's not your fault.

- I couldn't stop.

- No, it's compulsive.

- What is?

Dad?

- Helen?

- I wish
we'd done it earlier.

- We did our best.

God, where was the
roadmap for this?

We did our best.

- Are we adopted? What is this?

- You're not adopted.

- Clara.

Clara, my little
love, listen to me.

When you went vegan, it
had an effect on you.

It made you
particularly vulnerable

to certain cravings, okay?

All that's happened tonight is

you acted like what you are.

- What am I, mom?

- You're a vampire.

We all are.

It's a family disease.

- Is this a metaphor?

- It's plain, biological truth.

We've wanted to live as
normal a life as possible.

The lives of most vampires
are dissolute, horrifying.

- Most vampires?

- Your mother and
I made a choice.

And we chose sobriety.

- We're in recovery.

We are what's known
as abstainers.

- Now they know.

- Am I gonna do a thing like...

whatever she just did?

- No.

It's not impossible.

- What?

- Oh my God.

You irresponsible, selfish...

- Oh, no.

- Why the fuck did
you even have us?

- No, Rowan. We wanted you.

We wanted you, our babies.

To love.

- Anyhow, there's the old book,

and the program itself.

The steps.

And there's a
helpline you can call.

And there's also an
app with affirmations,

but it's a bit
crap, to be honest.

What else can I tell you?

It's nonsense about reflections,

but it is actually
true about garlic.

- But I like garlic.

- It kicks in after
you've first been

active.

- And, yeah, okay, it's true,

you lose some things
if you aren't active,

but you gain some things too.

- What do you lose?

- Certain abilities. Mind
control sort of thing.

I don't kill people.

Once you've been
clean for long enough,

you have morals
like everyone else.

It comes back, morality.

- What a relief.

- I'm a doctor, Rowan.

I chose a very different path.

- You made us.

You made killers.

How could you do that?

- It's very late.
Get some sleep.

- Just don't say anything, okay?

Who are you calling?

- You know who I'm calling.

- Oh, God.

- Okay, he can help.

Please be rational about this.

Will.

Yes, it has.

Yeah, yeah, you were right.

I know.

She's a bit stressed at
the moment, to be honest.

So, how soon can you come?

Great. Great.

Okay.

Okay, I'll see you tomorrow.

- It's a Saturday morning,
so we're having breakfast.

We just need to seem
normal, do normal things.

- Well, I'm meeting and
Evan, so I should get ready.

- I thought you
were a woke vegan.

- Piss off, Rowan.

- Clara!

- You are not allowed
to talk that way!

- You both lied to
me my entire life.

You can all fuck off.

- Will.

- Long time.

- I know.

- So, you gonna
invite me in then?

- Oh!

Of course.

I invite you into my home.

So, how are you?

- Fantastic.

- Really?

- Yeah, really.
Why wouldn't I be?

- Is that home?

- I tend to think
of it as freedom.

So, this charming little
nook is where you live.

- Yes.

- Ah.

Helen's sense of composition
always was unique.

And there she is.

Helen, you've not changed a bit.

- Don't be ridiculous.

I'll make some coffee.

- Someone here?

- Rowan.

This is my brother,
your uncle, Will.

- What?

- Could I borrow your
bicycle just for the morning?

- Sure.

- Hello.

- It's no good.

Get him out of here.

- What? Do you want her
daughter to go to prison

for the rest of her life?

Helen, I have to go to work.

- They didn't
mention you had an uncle?

- No.

Why didn't they tell me?

- Step four.

"We undertake to sever contacts

with all active
vampires in our lives."

They've only just
told you what you are.

Well, then I'd have been a bit
tricky to explain before now.

You freaked out. Don't be.

This is the start of an
infinitely pleasurable

existence for you.

- You still do it.

Do you?

- Blood?

Absolutely.

- You murder people

- Only sometimes.

I mean, it's not
always necessary.

Nicer if not, because

the bloody bureaucracy
always gets in the way.

- Why not just stop all of it?

- 'Cause drinking
blood is pure bliss.

- Bureaucracy?

- Murder investigations,
et cetera. Yawn.

They take that so
seriously, the police.

You gonna eat that?

- You're not very
like Dad, are you?

- Not anymore, no.

- All right.
- Yeah.

- I trust you.
- Yeah, you should.

It's gonna look good.

- I bet you chose
something way fresher.

- Mm-hm.

- Anyhow, ready
for the big reveal?

Whoa!

Where are you gonna wear
it, the village pub?

- It's the exact same shade.

You knew it.

- No, I just think the
boys in our year might die.

- What, you set an
alarm to go home?

But how would you dad even
know if you're home anyway?

He's on his laptop
ranting most of the time.

- He wasn't
always like that.

Used to be a policeman.

Very respectable.

- Evan, I'm sorry.

I just don't want you to go.

- Sometimes I think if other
people knew what a freak I am,

they'd scream and run away.

- I know what you mean.

- With the greatest
respect, my friend,

your family's normal.

I mean, your mother bakes.

We were normal once.

When mom was around.

breakfast together, hugs, love.

My dad used to do this
cute thing every morning

when I went to school.

So I knew we were
always together.

- That's sweet.

- Yeah.

Do you wanna know what
he's always ranting about?

Vampires.

Thinks there's
vampires everywhere.

- Well, that's pretty weird.

- Yeah.

- Come on, let's go home.

And I'll flirt with
that hot barista guy

and get us free
bubble tea on the way.

- You do you.

- Fits like a glove.
Nice and snug.

- This is the map,

with the woods and the
boathouse and everything.

Peter's marked it all
out, highlighted things.

- Course he has.
What's the X for?

Oh, I'm guessing it's
the abandoned corpse
of a teenage boy.

Got it.

- I'll see you tomorrow.

- Yeah.

Dad, come on.

- Fuck! Bloody daylight.

- Have you done it?

- Yeah.

- Thank you.

- You're all right.
Wanna come in?

Excuse the smell. Smells of me.

- I should get on, really.

Been entertaining?

- Ah, nothing
special, just a couple mates.

Can I ask you something?

- Hm?

- How long has it been
since you last relaxed?

- I relax.

What are you talking
about? I relax.

- You're blushing.

- No, I'm not.

- Little bit of
color in your cheeks.

- Oh, just fuck off,
would you, Will?

- And there she is.

Thought you got yourself
lost in this shitty place.

Got yourself sealed up in one
of your plastic envelopes.

- It's not shitty.

- This is the town I live in.

That's my home, my family, Will!

- Do you remember that
time I made you...

- No.
- Scream out so loud that-

- I don't remember any
of it and neither do you.

- I do, though.

I think about it.

All the time.

- Look, I didn't
come here for this.

- Are you sure?

- We need your help
with Clara, Will.

Just until the fallout's
all dealt with, then you go.

I don't want you
to be in any doubt.

- Doubt?

No place for doubt in this town.

All wearing their
fleece sweaters,

all comfortably certain
about their lives.

Like you.

- Yeah, okay. I'm gonna go.

- School
boy Stuart Harper

has been reported missing
since Friday night.

The police asking for members
of public to be in touch

with any information
relating to his whereabouts .

- Well, it's
usually someone they know.

- Is that right?
- Mm-hm.

- That doesn't mean he's dead.

He could just be missing.

- If they don't get
found in 24 hours,

odds are they're dead.

- Oh my gosh.

- Weird thing is...

- Mm-hm?

- And I shouldn't be talking
about this, really, but

there's no sign of
a struggle anywhere.

No CCTV.

Just vanished.

- So weird.
- Mm-hm.

- Is rioja nice with a curry,
or do we need something white?

- You can take that
down, can't you?

If you're eating meat again.

So crazy about Stuart Harper.

What if there's a
murderer still out there?

- Well, if there is, I'm
sure they'll get caught.

- You really think so?

- Mm-hm. Totally.

The police are awesome.

- Well, don't get my
dad on that subject.

Never found my mom.

- Ugh. My uncle Will's got Rowan
into all this old people music.

And it's so cringe.

People started making
music on computers

for a reason, you know!

- Does Rowan date?

- That is single most
revolting idea I've ever heard.

Do you want some ice cream?

- Oh, yes, please.

- Yeah.

- No, no, I love this.

My mom used to play this.

Cool photos.

You took these?

- Ages ago.

- What's this for?

- I use it to take photographs.

It's honestly nothing.

- What's inside this?

Can I see?

- I mean, if you want.

It's all from one drop of blood.

- Wow .

- It's just a
dorky sort of art project.

I seriously need to
get out more, right?

- What's it about?

- It's just...

There's this feeling I get.

It's like sometimes I
lie in the grass outside

when it's dark and quiet,

and I can feel the
whole town sleeping,

I can feel everyone in it,

and I can feel the whole world.

And suddenly there's no
difference between you and me

and the sea and the trees,

all the cells in
one drop of blood

and all the stars in the sky.

- What?

- Evan?

- Yeah.

- You coming?

- Yeah.

- Come in.

Lorna!

So, how can I help you?

- Well, I've been feeling
a bit faint, actually.

All week.

It's often when I stand up.

- Blood pressure by
the sounds of things.

It's a bit fiddly.

It's one of these
old manual ones.

There we are.

Well, normal.

- Oh.

- Look.

I, um...

I suppose it could be low iron.

- Hm?

- We could do some tests.

- Blood tests?

- Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Just keep your arm straight.

All right.

This is a tourniquet.

Clench your hands
a couple of times.

- Like that?

- You have such lovely veins.

- Gosh, no one's ever
said that before.

- Right, just a sharp scratch.

Going to do three of these.

There we are.

- Don't take all of it.

- Clara!

- So why did Stuart
come after you?

- Why do boys walk after
girls in fields at parties.

- So he walked
after you, and what did he say?

- I tried to let him down
gently, but...

- What?

- He started to cry.

I mean, he was drunk.

It was so awful.

Have you ever had
a boy cry over you?

It was humiliating for him.

Anyway, he cried, and
then he just went off.

- Off where?

- Back to the party.

- Yes, the thing is, Clara,

no one saw him at the
party after you left.

- Oh.

Well, that's weird.

Yeah, you should
look into that.

- Clara's very upset about
Stuart going missing.

- No, I'm not.

People always do that
when someone dies.

I'm not pretending
he was a saint.

- Dies?

- What?

- You said, "When someone dies."

- It's beeping.

The tumble dryer.

Will, please. The police
are interviewing Clara.

It's gone wrong.

- Am I hearing this?

- Please. Will.
Just come and do it.

- I thought it
was transgressive,

manipulative and unethical.

- Look, I was a high-minded
bitch when I was young.

Now here we all
are in middle age!

Please, just help.

- Oh, we're just in
the middle of asking

a few questions, actually.

- Yes.

- Would it be possible for
you to wait outside, sir?

- No.

I'm sorry, I can't do that.

Clara Radley knows
absolutely nothing

about that boy.

- Oh.

Really?

- Not a thing.

In fact, if this case
comes up in the future,

you're gonna find
it highly amusing.

- Gosh, well,

in that case, we mustn't
waste any more of your time.

- I do apologize,
Mr. And Mrs. Radley.

Clara...

It must have been a mistake.

We'll let you get on.

- I'll show you out.

- Whoa!

I mean, that was
literally so close.

It was so sick.

- Thank you.

- So do you, like, have a job?

- I'm a fucking academic,
I'll have you know.

English literature.

On sabbatical, sort
of.

- Is it amazing?

- Is what amazing?

Oh, you mean drinking
someone else's blood.

It's so fucking good

there are no words to
make you understand.

- Better than sex?

- Yeah, better than sex.

Have you had sex?

- No.

- Not even with that little
friend of your big sisters?

- What?

- The way
you stare at him.

I'd have eaten him
whole by now.

- Oh, no thanks.
I'm fine with this.

- Should we get the
hell out of here?

- You okay?

- You look lovely.

- In my PJS?

- Helen, what's happened to us?

- I know.

- We used to...

All the time.

- I know we did.

- Before work, even.

- Peter it's
really, really late.

God.

He'll wake up the whole street,

- Gone out for sex, probably.

- Seven.

11.

- He'll take over.

This is my son.

- 11.

- Yeah.

- 12.

- I think you've made a mistake.

- My apologies, sir.

21.

- Let's go spend it.

So who do you want?

Huh?

That one?

That one?

Boys, girls, the world's
a feast of pleasures,

ready for anyone who dares
help themselves first.

- Mm. Hey!

- You've been drinking.

You can tell your uncle you're
not allowed to drink, okay?

He's not here to
set a bad example.

- Bad example?

At at least he's not so
obsessed with fitting in

he's just invisible.

- He's not your dad.

- Well, I wish he was.

- Stuart!

- Stuart!

- Stuart!

- Hi darling. I'm back.

- Just having a bath!

- Can I bring
you a glass of wine?

- I've already got one.

- Okay.

Nevermind.

- Will?

Am I imagining this?

- Yeah.

But I'm helping.

These are the rules.

You can say anything you want.

You can look.

But you just can't touch.

- But it's not real.

I'm not really being...

- Shh, shh, shh, shh.

It's our secret, okay?

- What you did with the police,

the way they just did
what you told them.

- You liked that?

- Yeah.

- You sometimes wish I
could do the same to you?

- Yes.

- Mom, when's supper?

- Dad's cooking!

- God, can't you?

- No! I've...

I've got my book club.

- Oh, I'll
get some chips.

- Pete.

- Mm-hm. Your husband?

- What are you doing?

- Kissing my wife.

- Are you drunk? What's
happened to you?

- No, I just feel
good, that's all.

- Good?

- Yeah, good.

Do you remember that?

And you look so
hot in these jeans.

- Have you been drinking blood?

- What?

Don't be ridiculous.

I'm not gonna just go and use

and escalate the craving again.

What, after all this time,
that would be insane.

- Okay.

Look, I have to go.

You are gonna make
supper, aren't you?

- Mm-hm.

- They smell good.

- Are you going out?

- Just walking.

Cheers.

- Is everything...

- No, not really.

- I know everything
with your dad's not...

well, if there's anything
that...

what I mean is, if
there's ever something,

anything at all...

I...

- Thank you.

Was there something
you wanted to say?

When Clara came in?

- I can't remember.

- Oh well.

I'll see ya.

- Idiot.

Idiot.

Uncle Will?

Uncle Will?

- How can I help?

- Oh...

I've got some information
about the Stuart Harper case.

I'm an ex-policeman, so...

- Clara Radley's fingerprints
that quite clearly...

He's here...

He's here about...

Clara Radley!

- From what
I heard, the money was hers.

He just pretends he's
made it, and she let him.

- Some more wine, Helen?

- Well, are we gonna
get around to the book?

Always the worst
moment in a book club

that these things
have to be faced.

- Hold on.

We haven't mentioned the
most shocking thing of all.

Stuart Harper.

- Oh, no doubt.

It's so horrible.

I saw his mom, Juliette,

in the supermarket
the other day.

Like a ghost she was.

To lose a child.

- And she's
just had a new baby, too,

hasn't she?

- Course she has. Poor woman.

Single mom, too.

- No. Is she?

On her own?

- Helen?

- I...

I'm so sorry.

I think I left the...

I forgot to...

- So is that the fiery
act of conversion?

- Yeah.
It's when a vampire kills

but then transforms a victim.

- Transforms? How?

- You
can save a victim's life

by feeding them your blood,

and they'll change
from human to vampire,

- Which leads to the everlasting
chains of enthrallment.

- Yeah,
the everlasting chains

mean the human victim
would always crave

the vampire who converted them.

- Even if he, if the victim,

hadn't showed any
signs of interest in
the converter before?

Oh, yeah, instantly.

- Like love.

You convert someone and
they fall in love with you.

- No,
quite the opposite.

Conversion actually
prevents real love.

It's tragic, really.

- Oh.

How long does it last?

The craving?

Forever.

There's no escape
for the victim,

not unless the converter dies.

- I just watched
a group of women

unwittingly discuss
how my family's

ruined another person's life.

- Oh, Helen, yawn.

- What?

- Big,

sad

yawn.

I just think you're wasting
your life, that's all.

- I should be craving,
craving constantly?

- How's that different
from what you've got?

That was nice earlier.

The bath.

- I'm married to Peter, Will.

And I love him.

So much.

You just can't see it anymore.

Oh, God, what a mess.

- Hey, you're here
because you're mine.

I'm the one who converted you.

- I don't want to feel
like this around you.

I hate you.

Anytime Peter touches
me, I think of you.

It's not fair to him.

Please!

- You can't
escape it!

- Rowan, I made your
favorite pancakes.

Do you want some?

- I'm late for school.

- You've made Rowan
drink blood, Will!

- Uh, no.

- You've made him a pathetic
slave to his appetite,

like mom, and, dad, and you,
and...

me.

- Well, they do say it's
a family disease, Petey.

- You've got to clean the van.

- Why on earth would
I clean the van?

I mean, I quite like it.

- Are you insane?

- Eccentric.

- Did something screw
you up at birth?

Did I offend you by
coming out first?

- Fuck's sake.

- Or are you off
that you were weak

and you had to be
put in an incubator?

- Not weak.

The cord was around my neck.

You're talking shit, Pete.

Are you high?

You are high.

What would Helen think?

You know, you really
won't shift all of that

without the right solvent.

Take it from someone who's
dealt with a lot of stains.

- Dad?

Dad, wake up!

You hacked into my phone.

Those pictures, that's
my life, my private life.

- It's to keep you safe.

- No, it's not!

She left.

Mom left us.

She wanted a different life.

And what we have to do, Dad,

what we have to
do is accept that.

- The Radley aren't safe.
They're vampires, okay?

Clara Radley killed that boy!

I have evidence!

- What evidence?

- I...
His sunglasses.

Her fingerprints
are all over them!

- She must have tried them on.

- No, no, no, she...

- Yes, all the kids
did. I think I did.

Someone took a picture.

See?

Dad?

- That little bit
of you right now

that's got a doubt, please,

please listen to it.

Look at me. Look at me, Dad.

Take my fingerprints.

Check the glasses if you
want. You wanna do that?

- I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- It's okay. It's okay.

You're not well.

You can get better,
though, right?

- Yo.

- Hello.

- Sup?

- No, nothing.

I'm good. I just
slept a bit funny.

Is that Rowan?

He looks...

- Yeah.

He does.

- Evan.

- Yeah.

- You're the most gorgeous
boy I've ever seen.

You're the most beautiful
boy I can imagine.

Everything about
you is beautiful.

I write you poems, but they
don't do you any justice.

Will you let me take
you out tonight?

- Okay.

- Okay.

I'll come get you at 8:00.

- Hello, Doctor.

- Lorna.

- You look very
nice today, Peter.

So, have we got my results?

- Yep.

Low iron, so you'll
need a supplement.

I'll write you a prescription.

- Peter, you don't
live forever, do you?

What I mean is,

you and I, we could meet
at the Abbey tonight

to look at the stars.

If you don't have
any special plans.

Have you got special plans?

- No.

I'm not sure.

I'll call you?

- Okay.

See you a bit later.

- I've made our life
impossible, haven't I?

- No, you haven't.

I wanted all of this
more than you did.

But I think it's time
we both stop pretending.

- Okay.

I think you're right.

- You know the fact
is...

you are always way
out of my league,

- Pete, that's-

- If I hadn't converted you,

there's no chance that
you would be with me.

- What?

- This isn't voluntary for you.

You are only here with me now

because of some last
little scraps of craving.

This was never love.

This was just a conversion.

we tried really hard to
turn into a marriage.

- Pete, no, please.

- There's things I should say.

- You shouldn't live
like this any longer.

Nor should I.

We both want to

be loved.

To feel wanted.

You don't want me, Helen.

- Pete, no, you have
to listen to me.

- I need a drink.

- Oh, fuck.

- It's just Rowan.

Like I said, we'll go to the
arcade, maybe grab a bite.

It's nothing to worry about.

See you later then, okay?

What do you wanna play?

- A game. I don't
really care.

- Me neither.

Is when I find out
you're really, really
good at the arcade.

- Don't hurt me! I'm nine!

Oh, oh! Double ladder.

- Back in a sec.

- Okay, I'll be here.

- Don't touch him, you freak!

- My brother?

Such a cliche!

Anything, anything but this.

- Look, I want to be
straight with you.

- Oh, yeah, so do I.

I'm packing a bag.

- You didn't convert me.

- What?

- I faked when you bit me,
but you weren't my first.

- Jesus, you're incredible.

That's so fucking convincing.

- I know. I'm sorry.

- You were scared and shaky.

- That was real, Pete.

I was excited.

It's just,

it wasn't my first time.

That was with Will.

- When the fuck did
this all happen?

- Will was staying,
do you remember?

You were doing that course?

You'd left early.

I woke up halfway through.

His teeth were already in me.

It was already too late.

- You were asleep?

- The truth is, though,

I enjoyed it.

That's the truth.

I drank from him all through
the weekend, I think.

When he bit me, I
lost all self-control.

I'm so sorry.

- Yeah, but the craving,

You must have been craving
him all these years.

- Yeah, it's pretty constant.

But I've tried to
stay busy, you know?

A book club, PTA,

baking courses,
volunteering, gardening,

church choir, pony
club, my painting.

- Jesus.

Helen.

It just gets worse
with abstaining.

- Much worse.

Much, much worse.

Now it feels like he's
invading my mind night and day.

It's...

It's a lot.

I hate him.

But I love you.

It was always just you.

- I'm sorry.

- Owen?

Owen.

Owen.

- Oh, God.

- Uncle Will!

- Oh, hello.

- I'm freaking out.
I need to talk.

- I need a drink.

- I had a date. It was terrible.

It was the smell of his body.

It was like I could smell
every different element of it.

Every nuance, every
aspect of his history.

It was torture.

- It's only torture if
you don't give into it.

- I would've killed him.

- Ah, yes.

All the kids at school
were right about me.

I'm a freak.

I should be locked up.

I'm a menace to society.

I'm a sociopath.

- Here, have a great
big alcoholic drink.

It'll do you good.

- His blood was in your mouth.

I can smell it on the bottle.

Is he dead?

- Don't over overreact.

Lots of other nice
boys out there.

I told you, Rowan,

feast on whoever you
want, whenever you want.

- Is he dead?

- Possibly.

Probably. I bit very
deep into his neck.

So tender and young.

He was too good for you to
waste, Rowan, so I took him.

- I will fucking kill you!

- Calm down, Rowan.

Odds are I'll kill you first.

- Evan!

No!

- Uncle Will's
trying to kill Rowan!

- I know about Helen.

- Oh do you?

- Poor, Petey.

I got there first.

- You violated her!

- She loved it.

"Oh, Will, do it
again, do it again."

You don't kill me.

You're the victim.

- This is
the Abstainers helpline.

Your call is important
to us. Please hold.

- Hello!
Hello!

Yes, I'm here.

- Oh my God, it's really bad!

I think he's gonna die!

- I'm sorry, sir.
This isn't one of the scenarios I'm trained to deal with.

- So what?

He's dying, and
you're a vampire!

Can't you just...
Can't you just
tell me what to do?

- I'm
just meant to offer support.

I'm going to have
to put you on hold.

- No!

No, no, please don't do that.
I'm begging you.

I am begging you. He is my son.

- If
you want him to live,

you have to make a choice.

He needs vampire blood.

You can let him die, or you
can give him to a vampire.

- Dad.

- My boy.

Come here.

- Help!

- Oh!

Come inside!

- I'm so sorry, Dad.

- Shh.

It's okay.

It was all true.

This what happened to mom.

- Shh.

- It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

Please, I want him to live.

- It's okay.

- I want him to live.

- It's okay.

Rowan.

Rowan.

- The world
is so intricate.

So unendingly beautiful.

♪ I wouldn't fear

Here we are in the
mystery of it all.

Making mistakes.

Trying to put things right,

Letting go.

Letting life in.

Nothing stays the same.

You can live on the outside,

just take in
everything you can get.

But you'll miss it all.

The moments you know
you're a part of the world.

Part of this gigantic puzzle
that you fit into perfectly.

- Fate can be so weird.

What's in the
stars, in the blood.

The truth is we have no
idea what we're all here for.

Until, suddenly, we do.

And even if it hurts a lot,

it all makes a
weird kind of sense,

'cause maybe love can
conquer everything

and your freaky little life
is exactly how it needs to be.