Oh, Edward

(Lights up on two

teenagers laying in

a star-lit field, Eddy

and Velma.)

VELMA:

Aren't the stars pretty?

EDDY:

I don't know.

VELMA:

They're so twinkly, and bright and fun.

EDDY:

I can't see them. I can't see bright, or fun things anymore. Only... death.

VELMA:

What happened?

EDDY:

Well, the other day this pale bro come up to me and bit me. Then, I just turned into a vampire, and now I'm just– sad all the time.

VELMA:

It's okay. I like you.

(She lays her head on

his chest.)

Oh! You're so cold!

EDDY:

That's right. Because I'm a vampire.

VELMA:

And you're dead.

EDDY:

And I'm dead.

VELMA:

I still like you, though.

EDDY:

I feel as if I have never loved anything as intensely as I love you, right now. (long pause) I would die for you. (beat) If I could die.

(Lights fade.)