[SOUND FX : whoosh]
ANDERSON: (looks around) …Was that bird? Or… a flying????? (SHOCKED)
BLAKE: [hanging upside down from a lamp post] Wrong. I'm a Vampire.
ANDERSON: WHAT THE F—!? (drops his bag) Who the heaven hangs from a lamp like Batman!?
BLAKE: Uhmm Didn't you hear what I said earlier? Btw I'm Blake Bloodstone. Nice to meet my midnight snack.
ANDERSON: I am not food., Dracula 2.0!
BLAKE: Chill chill. I don't drink just anyone's blood, but you.... your blood is a special
ANDERSON: That's creepy, dude. Back off.
BLAKE: But your blood… it hums. It It feels like I'm being pulled.
Are you… Type AB?
ANDERSON: I'm Type what? Get lost! Who even says that?
---
(Anderson bends down to pick up his spilled chips and beer. Blake is suddenly behind him.)
Blake: [whispers close] You dropped something… Here.
ANDERSON: [jumps because of surprise] Don't sneak up on me like that! Damn pale vampire…
BLAKE: Pale? That's racist. I prefer the term "immortally porcelain."
ANDERSON: You're also blah blah blah annoying.
---
BLAKE: Hmm… you're You become even cuter when you're mad.
You blush too.
ANDERSON: I am not blushing and mad! I'm just irritated with you.
BLAKE: [teasing] And yet, your blushing.
ANDERSON: Because you startled me, not because I'm flustered!
...I'm not flustered, okay!?
---
[A 2 cat passes by and meows.]
Anderson: Even the cat's judging you now.
BLAKE: Even cats know I'm hot.
ANDERSON: Ugh. This is the worst Sunday ever.
---
BLAKE: [softly] You're different. I can't figure out why, but… I've waited a long time to meet someone like you.
ANDERSON: You sound like a walking cliché.
BLAKE: And yet here you are—arguing with a hot vampire under moonlight. Admit it...
You're curious.
ANDERSON: Curious to punch you, maybe.
---
BLAKE: [suddenly serious] You think I'm joking?
I woke up after 300 years because of you.
ANDERSON: [shocked ] What?
BLAKE: Anderson Santos. You're the reason I rose from my slumber.
ANDERSON: …How do you know my name? You're so creepy.
BLAKE: Because your blood sungs the same song as mine.
ANDERSON: Ew. That's not romantic. That's a health concern.
---
BLAKE: [grinning] You can joke all you want. But we're bonded now.
ANDERSON: Bonded? I didn't agree to anything!
BLAKE: You didn't have to.
---
🩸 [To Be Continued…]