"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.
"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."