Peter Vincent sat in his chair, sleeping. Clutching a cross close to his chest. The panicked knocks of Charlie woke him up. "Who...who is it?" he called out.

"It's me!"

"Who's me?" asked the vampire hunter.

"CHARLIE!" The old man rushed to open the door. "Peter! Peter! You're not going to believe this! It's Evil!"

Peter was taken aback. "Evil...who's evil?"

"Peter! Evil...Evil Ed!" Charlie cried. "And I bet Brenda was there!"

"Oh dear," sighed Peter. "But...he's dead! So is Brenda!"

"What's going on Charley?" asked Natalia.

Charlie realized he had just dragged Natalia into a stranger's home and he had drug a stranger into Peter's home. "Oh, I'm sorry, this is Peter Vincent," said Charlie. "Peter, this is Natalia."

Peter grabbed her hand and kissed it. "Charmed!" he purred.

Natalia was a bit stunned. "Oh. Thank you."

"It was Ed! I heard his laugh!" cried Charlie.

"Oh nonsense, Charley," said Peter who still held Natalia's hand. "I killed him."

Natalia ripped her hand away from Peter. "What!?"

"Oh my. Let me explain," said Peter.

"No! No...er...let'd talk about this later," said Charlie remembering how Amy took the news of Jerry. "Natalia, would you like me to take you home?"

"You drag me out of the club to this apartment where someone just said he's killed Evil Ed and now you just want to take me home!?" screamed Natalia. "Explain yourself, Charlie Brewster, and this better be good!"

"I thought they'd never leave!" groaned a woman inside the club as she wiped the bar down. "We got some real weirdos in tonight."

"Yeah," agreed the man who mopped the floors. "I think that Ed attracts them-he's so strange! His wife is hot though."

"Oh you do, do you?" sneered the woman, the janitor's wife. "I think Ed's cute and funny."

"Ed? Cute? I think working nights has warped your sense of taste," he sneered.

"He's got a winning personality. You should try working on yours," said his wife.

"What's wrong with my personality?" he asked.

"Nothing," said his wife. "You just don't have one."

"Well, I still think that Ed jerk is a creep and he has a smoking hot wife," said her husband. A big glob of what appeared to be water landed right on his nose.

"Yuk!" gagged his wife.

He wiped it off his nose and peered into the darkness where the rafters were. "What the...gross! Must be a damn pigeon."

"Or a rat."

A giant bat swooped down and attacked the janitor, Patrick. It smashed into the wall and turned to Debbie, Patrick's wife. It licked it's lips. "Oh my G-d!" screamed Debbie.

Brenda showed up and shooed the giant creature away with Patrick's broom handle. "You kids okay?" asked Brenda.

"Yeah, thanks, Brenda," said Debbie combing her hand through her hair.

"If the landlord doesn't clean up that creepy attic, I'm looking for work elsewhere," said Patrick.

"Ditto," said Debbie.

"What d'ya say we blow pop stand and get sauced back at our place before getting a good nights-or mornings sleep?" asked Patrick.

"Sounds like a great idea," said Debbie.

"You kids be careful goin' home now," said Brenda before Patrick could ask for an early pass to go home.

"You too, Brenda!"

"See ya tomorrow," said Patrick as he and Debbie headed for the exit.

"Eddie, the quicker you take out the one that smoker, the better this place will be," sighed Brenda.

"You know, I still can't get used to living my life at night and sleeping during the day," complained Debbie once outside.

"Me too! I hate it! No sunshine on your face as you walk to work. No people around when you're going home," said Patrick.

"So why do we do it?" asked Debbie.

"Money. We need a job," said Patrick. "Nobody really likes working these hours."

"Wrong!" chirped Debbie. Patrick looked at her. "You're wrong, there are people who like working these hours."

"Oh yeah?" asked Patrick, cocking an eyebrow. "Who?"

"Vampires!" laughed Debbie.

Patrick also laughed. "Oh boy!"