-50 ccs of rhesus negative, stat.

She's crashing.

Power up the defibrillator.

-What?

-The lightening maker.

-Why didn't you say?

-We need to get to a proper hospital.

-A breather hospital can't help Erin.

-Why not?

-Look at her shoulder.

-What is that?

-When Adze set off the fire ball,

it shattered the gem in the Ring of Arianrhod.

Those are fragments of the gem.

-Pieces from a forbidden dark weapon.

No breather could ever recover from an injury like that.

-Ready.

-Clear.

[flatline]

Again.

Clear.

[beeping]

[flatline]

I'm sorry, Vlad.

-Listen to me.

You're going to be all right.

-Can't you read?

She's--

[beeping]

Alive?

Just how?

-Because of Vlad.

-Typical.

-She's at the brink of death, but the Chosen

One's love is holding her back.

-So I can keep her alive.

-For a while.

-How long?

How long?

-We're creatures of the night.

The power of the strongest vampire wanes at dawn.

-Come breakfast, your breather will be toast.

-No, she won't die.

I won't let her.

-Then you know what you have to do.

The breather part of her is already lost.

The vampire energy is keeping her alive.

All you need to do is bite her and complete the process.

-She'd rather die.

-Looks like it's her lucky day.

-Erin, if you can hear me, give me a sign.

Tell me what to do.

-Erin's dying.

Vlad's falling apart.

And the Count is desperate to take revenge against Ramanga.

-This is your chance to prove your worth to the Count.

Make sure the others don't get in your way.

-They wont'.

I'll arrange a little distraction.

-Go and wreak havoc.

-The Draculas forced us to suppress our bloodlust.

And for what?

Peace?

Without the Ramanga Alliance, the truce

will soon be as dead as the breather girl.

They promised us the world, and delivered nothing.

Now I don't know about you guys, but I'm getting hungry!

Mm, snacks.

-Hey, get off.

They're the Master's special maggots.

-Yes, Carpathian Flesh Feeders, unless I'm mistaken.

Imported?

-Yeah, and they're not for the likes of you, boy.

-And what do you mean by that, peasant?

-I-- I might be a peasant, but I work for the aristocracy.

You're just poor bite trash.

-Oh.

So the sniveling worm can turn.

Who knew?

Maybe I will keep you alive.

I think I'll enjoy watching you grovel at my feet.

Hadn't you better get your M-Master some m-maggots?

-Count Dracula.

-Go away!

Can't you see I'm busy plotting revenge?

-Plotting Was thirsty work.

-Not bad.

-Master.

-A vampire could die of thirst around here waiting for you.

-Yeah, but he stole my--

-You were talking of revenge against the Ramangas?

-Staking is too good for them.

They tried to kill my son!

-And because of them, that breather girl is dying.

-Do not make excuses for them.

-I'm not.

They used forbidden dark weapons.

The High Council could have them both executed.

-I know.

But they can't find Ramanga.

He's gone rogue.

-I can track him down.

I just need time alone with Adze.

-You won't crack her.

That girl's hide is thicker than Renfield.

And that's not a complement.

-She' good.

But I'm better.

-Impress me.

-What do you want?

-Just a talk.

-Then come closer.

Closer.

You smell wrong.

-How do you mean "wrong"?

-I know you're a vampire, but I smell something else on you.

It's not breather.

It's not werewolf.

It's something bad.

Something rotten.

I smell traitor.

-Well, it takes one to know one.

-So I attempted to kill my bloodgroom.

Can't blame a girl for trying.

-But the Rings of Arianrhod are forbidden weapons.

You will be executed as a criminal,

unless we can make a deal.

-You're bluffing.

The Count will never let me go free.

-The Count isn't here, and I have the keys.

-What sort of a deal did you have in mind?

-If I let you go, I make an enemy of the Draculas.

I need you to make it worth my while.

-Believe me, I'll be very grateful.

-Grateful enough to make me your bloodgroom?

-What?

I could have been bloodbound to the Chosen One himself.

But in the circumstances, I guess I could settle for you.

-Wise choice.

-They plotted to kill you.

-It happens all the time.

What's it matter now?

-But it matters to me.

It should matter to you.

-Find the Ramangas if you want, but I

am not leaving Erin like this.

-Like what?

-She's hovering between life and death.

-Oh.

Yes.

I thought she seemed even duller than usual.

-Vlad, you have to read this.

-You found a way to help Erin?

-No.

But there's a great chapter on shapeshifting.

-Oh, not now, Bertrand.

-Yes, now.

This thing has already killed Ryan.

-So you say.

-Listen, we can all turn into bats and smoke.

But to steal the form of another vampire or breather

can only be done by using forbidden dark forces.

And it takes hundreds of years of study.

-So?

-Dark forces warp the mind.

Now, this creature is deranged, angry.

And it could become any one of us.

We have to catch it.

-Just concentrate on saving Erin.

-Fine.

I'll bite her.

-No!

Find a cure.

Look in your books and don't come

back until you've found one.

-You allowed her to escape?

-Yes, I did.

-You incompetent imbecile.

-Yes, Master?

-Not you.

The other-- oh, release him.

Then have him flayed and thrown in the garlic pits.

-Oh, lovely.

-No, no, no.

You don't understand.

I let Adze go on purpose.

-You're really not helping yourself.

-I did it so she can help us find Ramanga.

This is the ring that Adze made Erin wear.

It's the Ring of the Son.

-And Adze is still wearing the Ring of the Mother.

-The psychic bond between these rings is unbreakable.

Even without the gem, you'll be able to find

Adze, wherever she is.

And she will lead you straight to Ramanga.

-That's actually rather clever.

RENFIELD: I'll still flay him, my master.

-No, no, no.

Not yet.

Let's wait to see if his plan works.

Open.

Open.

Right.

-Where is everyone?

-The Ferals have gone, and they're not coming back.

-Interesting.

This means blood will be spilt.

-We've got trouble.

-What do you mean we?

-Ah, Malcolm.

-Malik.

-Which-- which-- which cloak says,

"dye, treacherous scum" to you?

-I thought we were on a revenge mission, not a fashion shoot.

-Well, I can't kill Ramanga whilst improperly dressed.

He'll never forgive me.

-Well, let's be ruthless assassins.

Can't we just do this quick and dirty?

-Murder is no excuse for poor grooming.

-The Ferals trusted you.

They believed in your vision of peace.

You have to show them that you're still in control.

-I'm not leaving Erin.

-Go out there and bring them back,

or there'll be many more deaths.

-It's not my problem.

-Do you think Erin would be proud of you now?

-Don't.

-She loved you.

She sacrificed everything in the name of peace.

-Get out.

-I'm not leaving without you.

-Was that really necessary?

-I know you're here.

Show yourselves.

[barking]

-What is it?

[bark]

What's up?

-The machines-- they've all gone dead.

RENFIELD: No, no, no, no!

Master Vlad's going to throw me in the slime pit for this.

-You like it in there.

-Please wake up.

Please wake up.

Wake up!

Well done, Renfield.

Well done.

-What part of "no biting" did you not understand?

OK.

I get it.

You don't believe in the truce anymore.

Fair enough.

Hands up.

Who fancies draining a nice juicy breather?

-Me.

-Anyone else?

-Not me.

-Good.

If any one of you so much as looks at a breather,

I will dust you.

That is a promise.

Back to your quarters.

Go on.

Go on.

-Vlad, it's almost dawn.

We should get back.

-Nearly dawn, Vlad.

What are you going to do?

-Whatever needs to be done.

-You'll bite her?

-That's what I said.

-Sometimes, I don't know why I even

bother plotting against you.

Bon appetite.

-What is this place?

-It's part of an old sewage works.

You know, where breathers throw their waste.

-Oh, a slime pit.

How appropriate.

Ramanga must be feeling quite at home.

-Are we getting closer?

-Yes.