"We're Family, whether we like it or not."
Open shot with a teen bedroom, which is identical to the first one, a childhood dream. I shall leave it at that, to save time and words, and also because I am too lazy to describe the room right now. Report to episode one, if confused. Got it? Yes? Good, now let me continue.
Show shot of the same girl in the first episode, Sylverianna, surrounded by at least 9 unfilled pumpkins, and the other 6 are carved, just the way they should be. There are many random newspapers around here, covered in goopy orange disgusting pumpkin guts, and at least 3 ice cream scoopers. The camera zooms in onto one of the newspapers, and a terrifying headline across the top, barely readable: Bodies being stolen from graveyards-breaking news!
Now, we zoom back out of the newspaper, and focus on dear old Sylvie right now. Her face is colored neon orange, and she is concentrating on carving in a face to the tenth pumpkin- another screaming face. There is a note lying right by her, and we catch a glimpse of the bottom of it- From: You'll Never Know. (Cue dramatic violin playing in background.)
Now, Sylvie stops and stares at the letter right by her, musing aloud in her ever over-excited voice:
Sylvie: Should I light up the pumpkins? Didn't say in the note...
Sylvie gets up and races to her dresser, pulling put a large handful of battery-powered candles.
Sylvie: (continuing): Just to be safe, I guess!
Sylvie carefully places them next to her, Grabs another pumpkin, and the graveyard headline gets covered by more pumpkin guts. Now, Sylvie cuts out the inscription on the other pumpkin: Don't Come back. Sylvie sighs, puts down her carving knife, and shakes out her hands to loosen the muscles.
Sylvie: This is going to take forever.
Sylvie walks over to her dresser again, and pulls out an old-fashioned I-pod, because, well, it's important to stay vintage. She pops in some earbuds and sits down again, humming to the tune of, Girl On Fire.
Camera zooms around room quickly before going across the street to the creepy-looking house. We show a dark bedroom, with some bat LED lights lighting up the room in a gloomy glow. The torn up curtains cover the rest of the outside light, and a creepy girl, (AKA Beatrice,) is sitting on a coffin-shaped bed. She's writing on her lap with an old-fashioned quill, inkblots staining her fingers and cheeks.
Beatrice finally gets up, and sets down her quill, and we get a glimpse of her freakishly neat handwriting, and the page says (or at least what we can see of it,) Transylvania, 1992, 50 years ago.
Beatrice is writing a vampire story- and a true one, to be exact. One that will come into context much later...
Beatrice tosses down her cat, Fang, and stares through the window to the other side of the street. We can see Sylvie through the window, and she catches Beatrice's glance and waves. Beatrice glares back, closes the drapes, and sits back on her bed, saying:
Beatrice: Why is she carving pumpkins?
Crickets are chirping, and it's one of those muggy nights that you can literally hear the heat. Show shot of Sylvie biking through the dark, a wagon full of pumpkins behind her. She gets to the gates of a cemetery- Salworth Cemetery, actually. Sylvie walks her bike into the cemetery, creaking open the gate in the process, its hinges squealing.
Sylvie walks across the yellow grass, weaving around the tombstones carefully. She finally gets to where she was looking for- the biggest grave. It's scary, and foreboding- really foreboding. Sylvie heaves out one pumpkin and puts a candle in it, turning it on.
Sylvie: VO: I don't know whether I should put these all in a special order or something, the letter never said. I just line them up.
Show a process of pumpkin to candle to candle turning on to being up on the grave. Finally, all the pumpkins are put, and Sylvie stands back to admire her work. She then hears a voice behind her.
Beatrice: Summoning Vampires, cousin?
Sylvie screams and stares back at Beatrice, umbrella in hand. She doesn't have her cat with her this time, thank goodness. Beatrice gives a sort-of grin, making her seem all too spooky. With her face illuminated by the jack-o-lanterns, she looks like ghost herself.
Sylvie: What are you doing here? At 1:30 in the morning? In a graveyard?!
Sylvie VO: This is all too weird- and convenient.
Beatrice: Yeah, this is the perfect place to go for a morning walk, right? I saw you and thought I'd follow. So, bigger question: What are you doing here, in the middle of a Vampire circle, at the grave of a vampire?
Sylvie: I don't know what you're talking about.
Beatrice: You have your phone, do you not?
Beatrice motions to Sylvie's right pocket with her umbrella, and Sylvie brings out her neon-pink phone.
Beatrice grabs it out of her hand and Sylvie says, "HEY!" Beatrice types in on google, Vampire Circles. She shows Sylvie what pops up, and clicks on the first link, to Life supernatural, a website dedicated to conspiracy theories and monsters, ghost, and whatever else comes out at night. Beatrice points at the title, and shows her a picture, it's the exact thing that Sylvie's doing. Exact same jack-o-lanterns. And there's a person in the picture, too- a girl. She looks like Sylvie, except that her hair is long and she has overapplied makeup on her face. On the bottom, it says: "Vampire circles are used out of 15 pumpkins, 10 carved with people screaming, and the other five say, Don't come back! You put the pumpkins on a vampire grave, and then light them up. This is used for two whole reasons: to either summon a vampire, or ward off one. The only way to do this is that only a witch can carve the pumpkins."
Sylvie gasps. Suddenly, a gunshot rings out, and a man's voice yells:
Man's voice (deputy Hodgins): Stay right there, and don't move!
Sylvie freezes, but Beatrice turns around points the (sharp) tip of her umbrella at the policeman behind them.
Beatrice: Who are you?
The man gasps and aims the gun right at Beatrice. She flinches a little, and the policeman flashes his badge, which says, Deputy Hodgins.
Deputy Hodgins: put your umbrella down, or I'll shoot.
Beatrice coldly whips her umbrella away from him, but not before barely poking out his eye.
Beatrice: (sarcastic): whoops,
Deputy Hodgins: what are you two miscreants doing, vandalizing the mayor's grave, from 1967? Are you one of those crazy people?
The deputy pauses and then stares at the two girls in terror.
Deputy Hodgins: Who lit these?
Sylvie: (voice shaking): me, I did, I mean, I didn't like, know this was a Vampire Circle or anything, I swear! I got-
Sylvie's voice echoes in her head, saying: tell anyone and we'll give away you're a dark witch.
Deputy Hodgins: Well?
Sylvie: nothing, sir, really.
Deputy Hodgins: well, I'll have to take you down to the station for questioning, I guess... before the Witch Hunt begins... give a word out to the public... stealing bodies... good pastimes, I had... terrible these days.
The two girls get in the car, and Sylvie finally asks,
Sylvie: sir, what's a Dark Witch?
-To be continued