The sun rises. Oscar makes eggs. Sarah cleans up.

OSCAR

Can I be honest?

SARAH

You’ll go to hell if you ain’t, so

... Yeah. Be honest.

OSCAR

I don’t know what you think this

is, but it’s not normal.

She shoves all the SNACKS into the TRASHCAN.

SARAH

Aw, come on, you fell asleep in my

arms. It was adorable.

OSCAR

It’s not adorable, it’s ...

psychotic.

SARAH

(interrupting)

I’m not a fucking psycho.

She breathes in.

SARAH (CONT’D)

Okay. Right. I’m practical,

understand me, I’m pragmatic. I see

a solution to a problem and I take

it. I’m adaptable, that’s what I

am. That’s what defines monsters

like me. We adapt. Do you have any

idea how long I’ve been alive?

OSCAR

A thousand years?

SARAH

What? No. Ninety-five. Jesus

fucking Christ, a thousand years?

How fucking old do I look?

OSCAR

I don’t know anything about you.

SARAH

I’m a succubus.

2.

OSCAR

Sure, okay. How do succubuses work?

SARAH

Succubi. One succubus, two succubi.

Get it right.

Oscar flips his eggs.

OSCAR

Just tell me what I’m dealing with

here. I’m sick of surprises.

SARAH

Finally!

She runs her hands along her hips.

SARAH (CONT’D)

I’ve got this form, and I’ve got

"Rawr Monster Face." Both of them

are SARAH. Neither of them is my

true form or some such bullshit,

neither of them is less of me than

the other, okay? That’s like saying

you’re someone else when you’re

drunk, but you’re not, you’re still

responsible for your actions. Only

a total fucking useless waste of

human trash would think otherwise.

Eggs are done. Oscar puts them on TOAST. One for each.

OSCAR

Yeah, whatever. I get it. You’re

always Sarah no matter what you

look like.

She pokes him on the nose.

SARAH

Bingo. Now, if my powers worked on

you, I could sing you to sleep, or

change my voice, or just set your

pheromones blazing.

She smirks.

SARAH (CONT’D)

I don’t really need that last one.

3.

OSCAR

Funny.

SARAH

It’s not funny, it’s the truth! I

mean, look at me. You think I need

to work for this? My looks change

based on what the --

(finger quotes)

"abstract notion of society" thinks

is attractive. I liked the eighties

cause of the hair. Oh, and Ireland!

She touches her cheek.

SARAH (CONT’D)

Did you know your face actually

feels different with freckles?

Oscar digs into his breakfast. He swallows.

OSCAR

Anything else?

She leans in.

SARAH

I could erase your memory with a

word. And I’m good at it. You want

to forget someone ever existed, I

could grant that wish in the blink

of an eye.

She grins. Slasher smile.

SARAH (CONT’D)

How do you think we stay under the

radar?

OSCAR

So there’s more than one of you.

SARAH

Yeah. Me and Leah. You see a blonde

bombshell with killer fashion, you

stay the hell away from her.

OSCAR

There’s more than one of you. I

can’t do this.

4.

SARAH

More than one in this city! Which

is strange cause we don’t play well

with others, but it’s not uncommon.

Just gotta talk to the right

people, fill out the right forms in

blood, et cetera. We have to give

each other space.

Oscar leans against the counter. Sarah thinks. She frowns.

She holds his shoulder.

SARAH

I make it sound worse than it is.

I’m just like you. Except I don’t

need to eat or sleep.

They both look at Sarah’s untouched plate.

SARAH (CONT’D)

Aww, you made me eggs. Sorry.

That’s not helping, is it?

OSCAR

No.

SARAH

We can make this work.

OSCAR

I don’t know if we should.

She clasps his hands with sincerity.

SARAH

We can make this work. It doesn’t

have to be complicated. Just ...

hanging out. And helping each other

out. Because I need you for all

this emotional stuff, I’m not used

to anything like this and I don’t

know what I’m doing, and I’m

scared. And you’re better when I’m

around, we both know it.

OSCAR

I’m scared, too.

SARAH

You don’t need to be afraid of me.