"You see, Paula, how well it will work out. Lily will drink the blood of the village maidens--and Barnabas will be blamed."

Paula stared at the evil doctor in horror. "Whatever happens to Barnabas, you'll still have Quentin to reckon with " Dr. Bentley sneered. "The werewolf? If Quentin tries to interfere with me, I'll find a way to deal with him."

Lily added, "Better come over to our side, luv." "I'd rather die," Paula said firmly
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"An interesting suggestion," Bentley remarked pleasantly. "Dying could be your first step in joining my company of friends--zombies, if you will. Then you could be truly useful to me."