(Night time in the lobby. Drew and Sherry are lying on the floor in front of the fireplace having a picnic)

Sherry – Egg salad or tuna?

Drew – I already ate.

Sherry – (puts food down) I thought you just came from work.

Drew – Well, I work in a restaurant. They feed us after every shift.

Sherry – Which restaurant?

Drew – You probably don’t know it. It’s pretty far away.

Sherry – Just like everything else I don’t know about you.

Drew – I think I will take that tuna sandwich. (Gets sandwich for him)

Sherry – Good! (Hands him Sandwich) So why don’t they ever give you the day off? I’d like to see you in sunlight for once.

Drew – I-I’m doing double shifts, I need the money.

Sherry – I’ll tell your boss to give you a raise.

Drew – That’ll get me fired.

Sherry – Good, and then I’ll have you all to myself. (They kiss and Murdoch walks around making noise but doesn’t see them)

Drew – D’you hear that? (Sherry sits up and they look. Drew takes off fast)

Sherry – Hey, Dr. Murdoch! (Murdoch looks at her)

Dr. Murdoch – Sherry. (Goes over to her) Well, what’s going on out here?

Sherry – Oh, we’re just having a picnic.

Dr. Murdoch – We?

Sherry – Yeah, (looks to see Drew gone) I’m – (Looks around)

(In Cellar: Drew walks by steps. Murdoch walks down steps.)

Dr. Murdoch – Of all human endeavours, creativity ranks the highest, (Essie making a dress) for it brings life into the world. (Walks past Karl composing a song)

Karl – (Singing) Everyti – (ahem) Everytiiim – (ahem) And everytiiim… everytiiime, you walk away.

Dr. Murdoch – For a vampire, (over at Merrill) fostering creativity is especially important since their basic impulse (Looks at her laptop) is to take life, not to give it. (Reads) A cold pale moon on a starless night. Though I would despise you, my journey needs this light. Hmm…

Merrill – Despise. Shun?

Dr. Murdoch – No! Despise works. (Over at Marty who is making a pastry)

Marty – (coughs. Mixing up eggs and dumps them in bowl.)

Essie – That’s art?

Dr. Murdoch – The whole point of the exercise is to create something. A song, a painting, a poem… (Walks away)

Essie – A pastry?

Marty – (heavy French accent) Trust me, uh, when I am done with this pie, this pie will be a very special pie. (Grabs blood bag) It will be called the pie of the “blood clots” ahh! C’est tres cordon rouge! (Squirts blood) Ou, oh! Excuse me, Anh. C’est tres subitement… taste? (Essie shakes head) Mm…

(Karl sitting on coffin bed strumming on guitar. Drew lounging on chair)

Drew – Hey Karl. Karl…

Karl – Yeah.

Drew – If I worked at a restaurant far from here where would it be?

Karl – (sighs) I don’t know. Umm… (Strums Guitar) Skippy’s, up in Dalesborough. They’ve got an open mike there every Sunday. I could play while you served! Ha-ha-ha-ha…

Drew – You wish!

Karl – (looks at drew) You’re seeing her again, aren’t you? (Laughs) Oh, you dog. Watch out for Murdoch, he’s no idiot. He catches you…

Drew – He wont.

Karl – Okay, here we go… (Strums Guitar) Every time you walk away… (Drew gets up and leaves. Karl stops) Don’t walk away!

(Sherry’s room: Dillan picks up beads. Sherry at Mirror putting on lipstick.)

Sherry – Where’d you get those beads?

Dillan – From the necklace you threw out. Why? You want it back?

Sherry – No.

Dillan – How’s lover boy?

Sherry – His name’s Drew.

Dillan – Yeah… Drew what?

Sherry – Just Drew.

Dillan – You’ve been seeing this guy for… how long? And you don’t even know his last name?!

Sherry – What’s the big deal? (Putting on eye shadow)

Dillan – In my books, no last name equals secrets.

Sherry – In my books, you’re just jealous.

Dillan – (chuckles) Rrr-ight! You’re driving blind, girl. I bet you don’t even have his phone number. (Sherry looks all sad) Face it… you don’t know this guy at all!

(In Cellar: Merrill puts down box in front of Drew. Drew is reading a book. Merrill sits across from him.)

Drew – What’s this?

Merrill – A painter needs paints. (Opens box)

Drew – No.

Merrill – Gimme one good reason why not?

Drew – I quit, that’s why.

Merrill – Drew, I’ve seen your sketches. You’re a real artist.

(Flashback to Painter and his model. He is painting her. Then back to Drew)

Drew – Becoming a vampire changed all that.

Merrill – How?

Drew – I-I don’t know. Maybe it’s the lack of sunlight, the monochromatic life we lead, you know. Devoid of any colour.

Merrill – You just need some inspiration.

Drew – No. (closes box)

(Nighttime in Library: Drew and Sherry smuggling together on the floor. Drew looks at watch.)

Drew – I better go.

Sherry – You’re always disappearing.

Drew – I’ve said I’m sorry 100 times. I don’t want to get you in trouble with your headmaster.

Sherry – Just a few more minutes. There’s so many things I don’t know about you.

Drew – Like what?

Sherry – Like your last name.

Drew – French. (Sherry looks behind her at him)

Sherry – As in the kiss?

Drew – Mm-mm. (they kiss) Anything else?

Sherry – Okay, Drew French. (Turns away) Where do you live?

Drew – With my uncle.

Sherry – Really?

Drew – Uncle Karl.

Sherry – Really? I’d love to meet him.

Drew – Mmm… he’s sick a lot.

Sherry – Well, then how about a phone number?

Drew – What’s with the 3^rd degree?

Sherry – Sorry. I’m tired of the mystery.

Drew – There’s nothing mysterious about how I feel.

Sherry – (Sherry turns right around) I hardly know you and yet I know you so deeply.

Drew – You do?

Sherry – And you know me. That sketch you did, it captured my very soul.

Drew – It was from memory.

Sherry – (goes in close) You have a real gift.

Drew – Mmm… (They kiss again)

(In Office: Drew painting a pot of flowers. He looks to the left and see’s Murdoch. Drew goes back to painting. Murdoch goes over to Drew.)

Dr. Murdoch – Nice work, Drew.

Drew – You think?

Dr. Murdoch – Mm, it’s good. (Drew stops painting) The whole painting seems to… tremble.

Drew – Tremble?

Dr. Murdoch – Mm-mm… with life.

Drew – Thanks.

Dr. Murdoch – (breaths in) Okay, time for show and tell.

Drew – Oh, wait. It’s not finished. (Gets some paint on brush)

Dr. Murdoch – Hmm… (Drew goes to paint) what work of art ever is? (Drew signs painting)

Drew – There you go. (Murdoch goes to take it)

Dr. Murdoch – Good. (Walks away with painting. Drew cleans up and we see that the potted plant is now dead)

(Night in Cellar: Drew walks over to covered painting and Merrill is behind him. They stop)

Merrill – Can I have a peak?

Drew – Yeah. (Uncovers it)

Karl – (strums on guitar) Everytii-iiime you walk awaa-ay (Ahem) Everytii-iime you walk away, (Essie puts finger in ear and wiggles it around) you break my heaaaart. And everyti-ime you… (Looks at notes) talk that way you make me want – make me wanna.

Essie – There are only 5 things that kill vampires, Karl. Sun, stakes, silver, decapitation and, country music.

Karl – You don’t like country?!

Essie – I hate country. (Gets up and leaves)

Merrill – (looking at painting) This is amazing.

Drew – You think so?

Merrill – The style reminds me of… I can’t think of his name. I’ll remember.

(Down the steps walks Marty with his dead plant. Drew and Merrill look behind them at Marty)

Marty – Who killed my plant?!

Karl – Could it be lack of sunlight?! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha… ha-ha-ha-ha-ha… ha-ha-ha… yeah.

Merrill – (looks back at painting) Um, a Victorian painter. Very, very romantic. Aagh! It’s on the tip of my tongue.

Drew – You think it’s that good?

Merrill – It’s awesome.

(In Library: Sherry looking at painting. She touches the painting and Drew walks to her side)

Drew – It’s yours. You can become a collector.

Sherry – Well… (Puts her head on his should) then I’m commissioning you to do another.

Drew – Mmm, this is serious.

Sherry – It is. I want you to paint me. (Flashback to Painter and Model)

Drew – I don’t think I can. (Walks away)

Sherry – Aaa-ah… (Goes to him) oh, come on! To be captured on canvas (goes around staircase) by the one you love… mmm… what could be more romantic? Hmmm? (Up the steps)

Drew – Will you pose nude? (Both laugh)

Sherry – Only if you paint nude? (They kiss)

(Sherry’s room: Dillan writing in book. Sherry’s hanging the painting)

Sherry – What do you think of Drew’s painting?

Dillan – (looks at wall) Crooked. (Sherry straightens it) You actually see him paint this?

Sherry – (in front of Dillan) Trust me, he paints.

Dillan – Like he works at Skippy’s?

Sherry – Yeah.

Dillan – Buzzz! Wrong answer! Called Skippy’s. No Drew.

Sherry – You called him at work? What are you… some kind of detective?

Dillan – I look out for my friends.

Sherry – That explains why you have so few!

Dillan – I don’t give much, but I give good advice.

Sherry – Save it! (Walks away)

Dillan – Trust me… he’s hiding something big. (Sherry goes behind screen to change)

(In Cellar: Drew has box open and he is cleaning his brushes. Merrill walks over to him.)

Merrill – Look’s like the master’s getting ready to paint again.

Drew – And you were right, all I needed was inspiration.

Merrill – And have you givin’ proper thanks to that special person?

Drew – As a matter of a fact, I’m going to paint her portrait.

Merrill – (all happy) Really! When?

Drew – (closes box and gets up) I’m meeting Sherry in the library in a few minutes. (He leaves and Merrill gets all mad)

(In Library: Candles all lit. Sherry is on a stage standing there in a pose. Drew is painting her. He gets a flashback of painter and his model. Drew goes back to painting Sherry. He gets charcoal. Sherry is getting all tired and sore.)

Drew – Don’t move.

Sherry – Holding still’s a lot harder than it looks.

(She puts head back to where it’s supposed to be. Sherry Sighs. Drew flashes back to Painter and his model.)

Sherry – Are we going to take a break and talk.

Drew – So talk.

Sherry – Your uncle. What street does he live on?

Drew – I already told you, he can barley tolerate having me around, let alone my friends.

Sherry – I don’t want to visit him, I just want to know what street he lives on. (Has her head to other side)

Drew – Lower. (She puts it back)

Sherry – What’s his address? Drew…

Drew – What does it matter where I live? We’re here now. Don’t look at me keep your head down.

Sherry – (sighs. Puts her head back to where it supposed to be.)

(Flash back of the painter and his model. He walks to his model. Drew vamps out and continues to paint but faster. Sherry is getting weak)

Drew – Chin down.

Sherry – So how’s Skippy’s?

Drew – Fine. Turn your head back.

Sherry – I called them. (He stops for a second) They said they never heard of you.

Drew – Must have talked with Mike. Doesn’t even know his own name half the time.

Sherry – Really?!

Drew – Mm. (Steps down off of stage. Drew turns away a bit as she gets over to him.)

Sherry – They’ve never heard of you! You can’t even look at me in the eye can you? (Drew stops painting and turns his back on her)

Drew – Go back! I’m not finished.

Sherry – Well I am. (Stumbles a little and then collapse to stage) Drew… (Sherry turns around and her eyes are non-coloured. Drew turns to her and see’s her)

Drew – Sherry?

Sherry – (gasping. She collapse to the floor)

Drew – Sherry! (Rushes to her) Sherry?

(In Library: Sherry on the floor. Merrill standing away from Drew and Drew is crouch beside Sherry.)

Drew – I was painting. That’s all.

Merrill – I’m getting Murdoch. (Goes back to doorway)

Drew – No!! (Stand up) He find’s out about this, I’ll never see her again.

Merrill – She needs help.

Drew – No!! (Grabs Merrill’s hand and they get pulled into the flashback picture of the painter and model. They just stand there holding hands)

Merrill – That’s it. That’s the painter you reminded me of.

Drew – Edward Vincenti?

Merrill – What is this? A dream, a memory?

Drew – I don’t know. (Tries to get away from her)

Merrill – You’re holding back. Let me in! (They get more of the memories) Tell me! (Looks at guy over model who is now like Sherry)

Drew – No!!

Merrill – What happened? (Drew pulls away from Merrill and the picture leaves) Talk to me.

Drew – I can’t.

Merrill – You have too… for Sherry. (He looks at Sherry)

Drew – I-I am… I was… him.

Merrill – Who? Who?! (See guy painting)

Drew – Edward Vincenti. Painting was my life. Then I was made vampire. Everything… (Merrill right behind him) was different!

Merrill – What happened that night?

Drew – My hands… were flying! (Flashback) Every stroke was perfect. I was no longer good I was brilliant. This was going to be my masterpiece.

Merrill – (back to them) What happened to your model? (Flashback of guy holding model)

Drew – I sucked the life from her and put it on my canvas. I killed her! (Goes to Sherry) And now I done the same thing to Sherry. Sherry…

Merrill – (over to Drew) Drew. Drew! Did you finish the painting?

Drew – No! Who cares about the painting?

Merrill – Did your model die before or after you finished the painting?

Drew – After.

(He gets up and grabs painting of Sherry and brings it to the fireplace and toss’ it in. The painting burns. Sherry then shows up)

Sherry – What did you do to me?

Drew – (rushes over to her) Sherry, are you okay? Sherry?

Sherry – (struggles away) Don’t… touch me. You lied to me.

Drew – I love you. That’s not a lie. (Sherry stumbles away) Sherry! (Sherry goes up stairs and takes off robe) SHERRY!

Sherry – (up the stairs) Leave me alone!

Drew – SHEE-ERRRY! (Door slams)

(In Office: Drew is sitting in chair and Murdoch is pacing back and forth)

Dr. Murdoch – Creativity gives life. A song, a poem, a story, a painting. Each form a portrait revealing who and what we are. (Looks at Drew) I’ve just had a conversation with one of my day students. It seems she’s suffering from something commonly known as a ‘broken heart’. (Stops) You lied to me. You’ve crossed the line once again, Drew. You violated a fundamental rule, which is in place to protect us all.

Drew – I’m sorry.

Dr. Murdoch – No! That’s not good enough. You leave me no alternative.

Drew – A detention?

Dr. Murdoch – Since you are obviously not responding to the experiment, it is with - - It is with the deepest regret that I am recommending your immediate expulsion from Mansbridge Academy. (Drew looks shocked) I’ll inform the Elders.