It was the darkest of dark nights. So dark that you couldn't see a hand in front of your face. So dark that even the bravest of vampires were hiding away in their coffins, or wherever it was that vampires hid when it was so dark that even they got scared.
All but one. (Dun-dun-duh...!)
Through the blackness a form was emerging. The most evil of all vampires - clothed in a black cape, his glistening fangs shining through the darkness - was lurking the streets of L.A. So evil was he that even the good folk at Angel investigations feared to face him.
But one brave soul dared to stalk this deadly and dangerous creature of the night. One daring fighter-of-the-good-fight was courageous enough to venture out onto the (dark, remember?) streets of L.A., in hopes of ridding the world of this evil forever.
He crept along and alley, using his sixth sense to - well, *sense* - the location of his foe. He found the vampire at last, feeding upon a beautiful and innocent young girl. Charging onto the scene, the champion of good leapt at his target with a move that almost defied gravity. The vampire turned on him, snarling, but the defender of the downtrodden bravely raised his arm and plunged a stake into the creature's heart.
Over and over he struck, making sure the vampire was really and truly dead before -
"Mr. Nabbit?"
His head jerked up, pencil still gripped firmly in one hand, to meet a puzzled look from his secretary. Moved one hand guiltily over -
"Mr. Nabbit, is there something wrong with your staple remover?"
He coughed and smiled reassuringly. "No, Laura, it's all under control." (The city is once again safe for democracy, thanks to...)
A/N - Yes. It *is* based on personal experience. That's all I'm giving you.