The sun had finally set again. Evil Ed was sitting in the doorway of the house, watching the darkness spread over the landscape, careful not to touch any area where the last rays of sun hit. He inched out slowly, timidly. Looking around for danger.

He didn't know what to do. He limped down the side of the road, and saw a car's headlights from ahead. He immediately halted. Standing to the side so that the driver could see him.

The car came closer, slowing as it neared him. Ed smiled gratefully and moved farther into the street. The car stopped and the door on the driver's side flew open. A caring face coming from inside it. It was Michelle.

"Oh my god, are you alright? You look horrible."

Ed shook his head. "I don't think I'm okay. can you give me a ride?"

She paused. ".Who are you?"

Ed didn't feel up to passing off a false identity, so he told her right out. "I'm Ed." He looked down at the street.

Michelle still looked skeptical. "I'm going to my boyfriend's house. I really don't think it's a good idea that I bring you along."

Something in Ed's mind clicked. The girl. Charley's girlfriend. He grinned.

She looked confused. "What?"

An idea suddenly sprung out from him. "I think I know your boyfriend. Charley Brewster?"

She nodded, talking slowly, like you would to a small child. "Are you two. friends?"

He smiled. "Well, sort of."

Charley paced the floor inside his apartment, growing more nervous as time went by. What if she got into a car accident? What if something attacked her? What if that boy attacked her? He balled his hands into fists. He never should have let her come here on her own. He should have picked her up, that would've been the right thing to do. no. He yelled in frustration, just as the doorbell rang. He ran over to the door and pulled it open.

Michelle stood in the hallway, smiling, she immediately gave Charley a hug. "I'm so sorry I didn't come sooner. But there was this guy on the side of the road. He looked so sick, I couldn't just leave him there."

He stared at her. "Guy?"

Ed slowly walked to the doorway, a grin worthy of his namesake spread across his face. He held his hand up in greeting, the other hand shoved deep in his jacket pocket. His eyes gleamed brightly.

Charley's eyes, however, went wide. He staggered backwards and held onto his couch to keep him from falling. He pointed at Ed. "No. no. "

Ed spread his arms wide. "Sorry I took so long to get back to you. Didn't mean to blow you off like that, Brewster."

Charley stared at him, shaking his head. "No. Ed. Ed you're dead!"

He giggled. "Yeah, but I'm back."

Michelle stood where she was. Confusion clear. "What the hell is going on?"

Charley turned his head sharply to Michelle. "That's Edward Thompson, Michelle, come on, you knew him." He looked around the room. "Uh. uh. Evil Ed. C'mon, Michelle. You don't remember Evil Ed?"

Michelle laughed. "Evil's dead. You even said so yourself."

Ed snorted. "Come on. I'm standing right here. Stop talking about me in past tense. It's unnerving."

Michelle looked hard at him, studying his features, her eyes slowly opened in terror. ". Evil." she passed out onto the floor.

Charley ran over to her, propping her head up with his hand. He glared up at Ed. "What the hell is going on here?"

Ed grinned again, baring fangs. "I just wanted to visit my friend, what's wrong with that?"

Charley gasped, and pulled a cross out of his pocket. "Get away!"

Ed gulped and moved backwards. "Now. now. come on. That's not nice."

Charley stood up and shoved the cross towards Ed's face. "BACK!"

Ed scrambled back into the hallway. "Please don't. I already did that. Please. It hurt."

Charley slammed the door shut and slapped all the locks on. He ran back over to Michelle and shook her. "Come on, get up! Get up!"

Her eyes opened wearily. "Ed. where.?"

Charley. "Don't worry. You're safe."

Ed tapped Charley on the shoulder and laughed. "Ooh, you're so cool Brewster. Protecting your girlfriend like that. From me!" He laughed hard and held his side, wincing. "Heheha. Don't make me laugh like that, it hurts."

Charley picked Michelle up and moved them both to the other side of the room. Ed just stood there, watching. Obviously amused. "Now what makes you think I'm gonna attack you, Brewster? How do you know I'm not a good vampire."

Charley glared at him. "There are no good vampires."

Ed suddenly looked sad, it was not a normal emotion for him and it looked strange on his face. He looked down. "Come on, Charley. I was just playing. I really want your help."

Charley stared into his eyes, hate burning a imaginary hole through his face. "I would never help you."

Ed now looked incredibly tired, like someone who's been through too much, and has seen too much. He kept staring at the ground. "Charley, please, I'm dying. It hurts."

"What do you mean you're dying? You a god damn vampire."

"I haven't eaten in like a week. I think I have some broken bones and stuff. and uh, oh yeah, I think this big guy gave me a concussion. Never had a concussion. It's pretty interesting feeling."

Charley just stared at him.

"Pleaaaaase, please Brewster. Just help me out."

"How do I know I can trust you?" he shook his head.

Ed threw his arms up. "I don't know. You think of something." He paused. "Just nothing painful, okay? I'm kinda getting sick of that."

Charley lied Michelle down on the couch, and walked over to Ed, pulling the cross out in front of his face. Ed hissed and inched back. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Huh?"

"I thought you wanted my help."

He growled. "Don't pull a cross out on me, Brewster. You know I hate that."

"If you attack anyone of my friends, I swear to god I'll shove the cross down your throat, understand, Evil?"

Ed pushed him backwards. "Don't call me Evil!"

Recognition spread across Charley's face. He opened his mouth wide "I. it really is you."

Ed crossed his arms. "No shit." He snorted. "You really are a goner, Brewster. I thought people were exaggerating when they were talking about you. You need help, buddy."

Charley pushed him back. "Tried that already."

Ed burst out laughing. "You went to a shrink? You sorry loser!"

Charley grabbed Ed's shoulders and pushed him into a bedroom, locking the door behind them. Ed raised an eyebrow. "What the hell are you doing?"

He pulled a long piece of rope out of his closet and walked towards Ed. "Sit down, and put your hands behind your back."

"Why?"

Charley laughed. "You really think I'm gonna trust you right away? Now sit!"

Ed sneered and sat down on the floor, hands balled into fists behind him. "This isn't fair."

Charley's eyes were emotionless. "Too bad." He tied Ed's hands behind his back and wrapped another line of rope around his waist. "Try to break free, Evil."

Ed struggled with the rope, trying to pull it off his hands, he growled. "I can't."

Charley smiled. "Good." He walked towards the doorway.

"Hey, wait, you're just gonna leave me here?"

Charley nodded. "Actually, I'm going to give Peter Vincent a call."

Ed screamed. "What?!"

Charley ignored him and walked out of the room, locking it behind him.

Ed wailed. "Let me go, Brewster!! You god damn traitor!! I came to you for help you big wuss!!!" He struggled harder with the rope, trying to bite it off his waist, but it was no use. The rope was too strong. He sighed and gave up. If he was stronger, maybe he could have done it. but now. Ed growled. How was he supposed to get himself out of this one?