Scene 2
The New Guys
Narrator: At the same time elsewhere...
Gregory: Here we are, young masters.
Jake Aaron Anderson: I don't like it.
Jason Richard Anderson: Why not, bro?
Jake: It's too gloomy. It's got haunted mansion written all over it.
Jason: I… guess you're right.
Jake: An old Victorian on the edge of a cliff. What a stereotypical place for our kind to live. Bah!
Jason stands there speechless.
Gregory: Now, now; young master Jake. Your father chose this mansion your family already owns for a good reason.
Jake sighs and lets go of his anger.
Jason: So, Gregory… are all our things already in our rooms?
Gregory: Yes, young master Jason. Everything's just as you asked.
Jason: Great! Now, I'm going to go…
Jake grabs Jason.
Jake: Oh, no you don't. Dad said no biting for two weeks.
Jason: Yeah, I know but…
Jake: Are you thinking of disobeying our father, the King of Vampires? Did you forget that we're replaceable?
Jason shakes his head. Jake lets go.
Jake: Good.
Jason: I just want to look for a girlfriend.
Jake: You can do that Monday, you playboy.
Jason: Why am I always listening to you?
Jake: Maybe because I'm more responsible than you and I always get you out of bad situations… especially those with Dad.
Jason: Yeah, but you're my younger brother.
Jake: We are fraternal twins, the only difference between us is that you have brown hair and I have dark-as-night black hair.
Jason: You forgot our interests and hobbies.
Jake: I meant physical difference, you idiot.
Gregory: Young masters, where are you? I've prepared dinner… Oh.
He stands at the doorway.
Gregory: Young masters, are you going to stand there bickering all night?
Jake: Oh, no. Right, Jason?
Jason: Totally. We're coming in now.
After dinner
Jason: Hey bro, you love playing your guitar, right?
Jake looks up from tuning his guitar and nods.
Jake: So?
Jason: So, this year you should join a band. Oh, and tomorrow I'm going to beat our new school's gang leader and become the new one. Bye now.
Jake puts down his guitar.
Jake: Stop. Turn around and come back here, brother.
Jason slinks over to in front of his brother.
Jason: Yes?
Jake: Why?
Jason: Why what?
Jake: Why do you love violence? Do I have to take care of you here too?
Jason: Take care of me?
Jake: Yeah. Watch over you while you beat people up so that you don't get hurt.
Jason: You can, but here I'm strong enough on my own. Why'd you do that anyway?
Jake: Who do you think gets yelled at every time you get hurt?
Jake glares at Jason. Jason slouches down. Jake looks away and Jason crawls into a ball.
Jason: I remember why now. My brother hates violence but when he fights, he's scary. He's ten times stronger than me.