Peter grabbed his compact, to make sure his hair was in place before returning home. The mirror flashed behind him, showing Charley, Amy, Brenda and Evil. They were all saying their goodbyes to Jerry. Who didn't appear in the mirror! "Maybe the girlfriends could go shopping for the baby while the guys sit back and watch horror movies and the occult," said Jerry to Ed.
The vampire hunter dropped his compact and it shattered upon the ground, grabbing the group's attention. "Something wrong, Mr. Vincent?" asked Jerry.
"It was just my clumsiness," lied Peter, laughing away the fear on his face.
"Are you sure?" asked Jerry.
"Oh, I'm positive!" said Peter. "We have been taking up much too much of your time." Peter pushed the four kids out the door. "Thank you so much, now come alone, everybody."
Once the door was shut behind them, Peter took off running for his car. "What's wrong with you?" asked Charley.
"Nothing!" lied an obviously freaked out Peter getting into his car.
"Then why are you shaking?" asked Evil.
"I'm not shaking!"
"Did you see something that made you think that Jerry is a vampire?" asked Amy.
"Of course not!"
"Mr. Vincent, then why are you freaked out?" asked Brenda, crossing her arms. "I can smell fear and you reek of fear. You have to tell us."
"He didn't cast a reflection in my mirror!" cried Peter. "Satisfied now, Mrs. Thompson?"
"Shit!" yelled Charley. He turned around to see Evil and Brenda walking away. "Where you goin', pencil dick?"
Evil and Brenda turned around. Evil looked down and laughed. "I am not even gonna dignify that insult with a retort," sighed Brenda.
"We're going home," said Evil.
"No way!" demanded Charley. "We walk Amy home first!"
"Looks just like her, doesn't she?" mused Jerry as he watched the four walk to Amy's house.
The four walked near an alleyway and Evil and Brenda veered towards it. "Let's cut through here," said Brenda.
"No way!" hissed Charley. "We want people and lights. The more, the better."
"Listen, Brewster, vampires don't exist," said Evil. "Haven't you figured that out yet?"
"What if you're wrong, Evil?" asked Charley. "What if Dandrige is a vampire and he thinks you know it? Would you walk down an alley then?"
"Oh, fuck you, Brewster," said Brenda, grabbing Evil's arm. Charley and Amy watched as they walked down the alley.
Charley tried to grab for them. "Evil, Brenda, just stick with us, all right?"
"Forget it! You may be chicken shit, but we're not!" leered Evil.
"What'll we do?" asked Amy as Evil and Brenda walked on.
"Let them go," said Charley. "No vampire's gonna want him anyway. Probably give him blood poisoning."
"What about Brenda?" asked Amy.
"Evil would cut his own dick off for her," said Charley. "Not worried about her as long as she's with Evil."
Suddenly, Amy and Charley heard Brenda and Evil scream together. They took off down the alley and saw Brenda standing there, looking freaked out and Evil sitting on the ground, holding his neck. "Jesus! I warned him!" cried Charley.
"He got him, Charley! He bit my Eddie baby!" cried Brenda.
"You know what you're gonna have to do now, don't you? Brenda won't do it," said Evil. "Kill me. Kill me, Charley...before I turn into a vampire...and give you a hickey!"
Evil and Brenda began to laugh, hard. "You asshole!" screamed Charley.
"You really believed him, you poor dope!" laughed Brenda.
"You'll get yours someday," sneered Charley.
"Oh, yeah? When? When I'm bit by a vampire?" asked Evil. "There are no such things as vampires, fruitcake!"
