Three whacks with the mallet and the wooden stake was driven into his wife’s heart. Michael stood back to examine his work. While he didn’t like having to do it, it was a deed he felt he had no choice in.
He felt a pang of regret. She’d always been so good to him, but the vampire had to die so the town could return to normal and make his life easier.
He turned as the vampire hunter entered.
“So, it’s done?”
Nodding, he waited for the hunter to turn, then extended his fangs and attacked. Sacrifices were sometimes needed.