It was a cold and rainy night. Buffy walked into the bus station and eyed the single occupant, a little man with thick glasses sitting on a bench. He raised his head and stared at her when he heard her footsteps getting closer. His eyes got wider and wider.

"Are you a vampire?" snarled Buffy.

The little man, having not had a female besides his mother speak to him in over ten years, stuttered, "I...I...I...".

"Well, are you or aren't you?" said Buffy, deliberately.

"I...uh...um, no, I'm not a vampire. But, I just invented something called 'Fan Fiction'."

"Hmmm," thought Buffy. "It's not in my contract, but I'm feeling generous tonight."

And with that she pulled out a sharpened broom handle and shoved it through the little man's heart. The world was once again safe from Fan Fiction.

The End.