Charley and Amy ran down the block. Evil, Brenda who was now human and Jerry came after them. Not running, not chasing, strolling along. Evil blocked them, forcing them into a delivery port. The back door of the club that delivery port was connected too, Brenda came out of.
Amy and Charley crawled through the window of the club's kitchen. A chef chased them out of the kitchen with a knife. Swishing the weapon at them. "Hey! You can't come in here!"
They ran through the club looking for a payphone. They needed to contact Peter Vincent ASAP. Jerry was after them and had turned Evil and Brenda into vampires. "Who are you calling?" asked Amy once they found a payphone.
Back at Peter's apartment, Evil and Brenda were knocking on the door. Pounding. "Let us in!" cried Brenda. The response was a meek: who is it and she sighed.
"It's us, the Thompson's!" said Evil. Again, a meek: what do you want. Brenda sighed again. Evil's voice turned shrill. "There's a vampire out here!"
"Let us in, Mr. Vincent!" cried Brenda. The door was flung open and the two were dragged into the apartment by the old man.
"What are we gonna do?" gulped Peter pressing his back to the locked door. His heart was pounding.
Evil shook his head. "What are you gonna do?" asked Evil. He pulled his jacket's collar down to show Peter his bite. Brenda shook her head back to show Peter hers. "Not us!"
Brenda leaped a few inches towards Peter and the old man screamed. Evil threw himself into a fit of laughter. "I used to admire you, you know that?" asked Brenda. "But, of course...that was before...I found out what a fake you were!"
Evil jumped onto his back, trying to bite him, doing Jerry's bidding. Peter threw him off and pressed a cross to Brenda's stomach. Her back arched and her fangs bulged out as she screamed. He crossed a major line with Evil, he grabbed Peter and threw him against the bookcase, which fell on the old man. Brenda lifted her shirt to see a cross mark burned into her stomach, she could feel the baby kicking wildly.
"What have to done to her!?" growled Ed. He closed in on Peter who held him off with the cross. "The master will kill you for this!"
"Not fast! Slowly. Oh, so slowly!" cried out Brenda as she backed up towards the window, water streaming down her legs. Evil launched himself and his laboring wife out of the window. Peter could still hear Brenda screaming: "The baby, Evil! It's coming!"
What had Peter done?
Charley slammed the phone back onto the carrier. "He doesn't believe me!" he hissed.
"I'm scared, Charley. I'm really scared," whimpered Amy, tears in her eyes.
Charley embraced Amy. "I am not going to let him get to you, Amy," cooed Charley. He planted a kiss on her forehead. "I promise...do you have Peter Vincent's number?"
She broke away from Charley's embrace. "He doesn't care about us! I paid him to be there today," cried Amy.
"It doesn't matter, Amy," said Charley. "We don't have any choice. Now give me his number."
Charley got on the phone with Peter and Amy spotted a certain someone walk into the club. Jerry. He had a weird hold on her that started to drag her to him when he locked eyes with her. Jerry walked right up to her and smiled. No fangs. Nothing.
Amy felt a sense of security. Was this a true feeling? Or just some freaky vampire magic? Jerry led her onto the dance floor. "Look, you gotta help us," said Charley. "Dandrige has me and Amy trapped in this club downtown."
"No, Charley. I'm sorry," said a very spooked, pale and ill sounding Peter Vincent. "I just can't do that."
"You've gotta come. You're the one who knows what's going on," said Charley.
