“Don’t go in there!”
“Whatever. It’ll be fine,” Bob had said.
Anna had refused and walked home. Bob was dead because she’d abandoned him.
Anna stood on her neighbor’s back patio, staring at the sliding glass door, the summer sun beating down on her head. She threw a brick from the edging of his perfectly manicured garden through the door and reached inside and opened the door. She knew her work would be done by the time the security people got here. And her neighbor was busy in his basement sleeping the sleep of the undead in his coffin.
Once in her neighbor’s basement, she set up her full spectrum sun lamp. She flung open the coffin and drove a stake through the vampire’s heart. He turned to dust.
Why oh why had Bob gone vampire hunting at night with only a flashlight?
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