A look at the death of some part of ourselves as we move into marriage, having children - being adults and being stable.  But, seen through the sharpened eyes of Vlad the vampire who may or may not be the ORIGINAL Vlad, the count - he of the impaler tendencies.

Everything Vlad is, he needs to hide for fear his son will not be able to assimilate as a half vampire in a world of plebbs. it is draining living in a half-life and not being who you have always been. His son sees a mirage of the father and the father wants to be what the son needs which he and his wife (a vampire hunter?) Think is the opposite of vampire. 

Enter the teacher who also represents the sheer banality of life sometimes.  She presents this amazing front in class and to her peers and the students and their parents but the moment she is out the door, something in her is in despair and utter solitude.  If this isn't a commentary on our world today, on why this feels familiar even to me, then I don't know what is.

The ending, with father and son and their shared realization that they are more a like than different and that flicker of joy and flying baseball - this ending is actually wholesome.