Finally the Watcher saw that the vampire was leaving. They stood at the doorway together and kissed goodbye. The whole spectacle was nauseating. A vampire and a human? It was unnatural. Finally he went and as Lily locked the door and went up to her rooms, the Watcher made their move. The lock was quickly unpicked and silently they entered the shop. Listening out for goblins but hearing nothing, the watcher ascended the stairs, dark cape making it appear that a scrap of night had come alive. In a way it had.
Otto however, had suddenly been inspired with a way to adjust Lily's lamp to encourage the imps into their little dance routine. He wasn't going to wait till morning, especially if it meant some extra time with her, so headed quickly back. Finding the door ajar the hairs on the back of his neck prickled. There was someone here!
He dashed upstairs in a panic only to find a shocked Lily who screamed at his sudden reappearance, "Otto! What are you playing at!" She was about to cook her supper and had almost brained him with the skillet. He placed a finger on his lips and she quickly cottoned on that something was wrong. He tip-toed toward the pantry, flung the door open but saw only jars of food inside.
Still holding the skillet Lily stepped back and nearly jumped out of her skin when she bumped into the sink. Otto began to sense a presence above him and slowly looking up saw the vampire from the train, on the ceiling. With a guttural hiss she swooped down at the pair of them and all Hell broke loose. Lily shrieked in terror and tried to get to the bedroom but the caped vampire blocked her way, lunging at her. She took a swing with the pan but missed, connecting instead with Otto who crashed into the table, smashing it.
"For Blahdenveder's* (Count Blahdenveder was one of the early vampires sometimes referred to as 'The Old Ones'. Rather the Lady's man he was known for his superior seduction skills. He met his permanent demise in a freak accident during a romp in a hayloft with a farmer's daughter, rolling off the top level and landing on the pointy ends of some agricultural tools.) sakes!" He yelled, "Be hittink her, not me!"
"Sorry!" she replied, before narrowly missing another lunge from their attacker.
Otto grabbed at two of the smashed table legs, flipping back almost balletic to his feet and held his two makeshift stakes out towards the now cornered vampire.
"Don't try anyzink funny," he commanded, "I haff you covered."
The watcher hissed.
"Who are you vorkink for?" He asked, knowing full well it was Neville Flach; the bad penny had sent on the extra change.
"If I don't kill her," the she-vampire answered, "then you vill! Zer black ribbon is a joke. You are a joke! Ve should be hunting zem, not…votever it is you are doink."
Lily watched on, ready to shut herself in the larder if needs be. She was still armed with the skillet and had picked up a carving knife as well.
"Here's a joke for you; vot's zer difference between you and me? I live not in vein and you live by zer vein. I am B-total and you are a total B-itch. I haff everyzink at stake and you? Vell you just have stakes!" He slammed them both home into her chest and screeching she turned to dust.
With a clang and a clatter, Lily dropped her culinary weapons and sank to the floor. The goblins piled into the kitchen armed to the teeth, "Come on you bastards! One at time or all together we's not going down without ripping yer tits off!"
"Nuzzink vill be ripped off anyvun if it's all zer same!" Otto assured the gang, "But you can go tell zer Vatch ve caught zer murderer of Larry Prosper. In fact, even better, you can take her viz you." He instructed them to sweep up the remains and put it into an empty pickle jar, whilst he comforted a traumatised but very grateful Lily.
"My kitchen table is ruined," she said with a wan smile, looking up at her rescuer.
"I haff a skillet shaped dent in zer back of my head," he retorted, pulling her close. "But it's good to know you can handle yourself. You just need to vork on zer aim."