Managed to find number 2

Yes, I finally did stake a vampire with a pencil. I've been meaning to do that for years, ever since I saw it on Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but you don't get the opportunity to stake a vampire often, most of the time you need to go for bigger targets than the heart, and use bigger weapons than a pencil. And when you finally take a vampire down it isn't pretty. The point of taking a vampire isn't actually killing it, wood through the heart does nothing. You stake a vampire like you stake down a tent, you do it so the monster doesn't crawl back out of the grave.

That's what annoys me about modern undead monsters in fiction. Real vampires are already dead, they're something really bad that can walk around in a dead body after it's gone cold and stiff.

Sparky was holding the thing down. I didn't like working with Sparky, a Black Dog, a creature of death. But we were on the same side, neither of us wanted a vampire walking around Scotland.

But she sheer violence of the Dog. I looked at the piece I was staking to the ground. Yes, a pencil was needed for this small a piece.

I examined my kill. Cut into separate pieces, stuffed with garlic, every bone broken and holy water poured over every inch. Even buried in a real churchyard.

Not going to be walking around again, ever.

I sighed and walked away, Sparky was gone, and I hoped never to be back here again, I was scared of their kind.

I sighed and flew back, over the water towards home. I stopped off in Maine for an ice cream cone, I deserved a treat after that. And I got back to work once I reached home, I'd left my computer on.

I saw the pumpkins outside the window. And almost cried. It was almost Halloween again, I'd forgotten.

It had been another year. Another Night was coming, and it would be Hell again.