"Well, looking at the votes, ooh, it's close, only a one vote majority..." the vampire hunter begins. Junker approaches and whispers something. Jane hesitates. "Huh? He confessed. Well, that does make it easier. Now, there are many ways we can kill a vampire, a stake was successful last time-"
"BURN HIM!" Jura shouts. The ghost of Boydster cheers her on.
"Well of course you'd say that," Jane says. "We could just behead him. Easier, quicker, not gratuitously grisly. There's a forge just down the street. I could go get a sword, and-"
But it is too late. The villagers have already pulled out their torches and march on the one that they had known, the one that had been their friend, Crouton.
He gives a grand speech. The four who votes for him march forward nonetheless; seeing no more point in secrecy, Crouton focuses his hypnotic power. Those already conditioned to him drop their torches, Junker and SCG both slowing and falling to their knees. Jura and Stash each reach him though.
Crouton wrestles with Stash and Jura, his enhanced strength giving him an advantage, even outnumbered. He grips the torches in their hands, threatening to turn the flame back on them; Jura drops hers, and moves to help support Stash. Two against one, fighting for control of the flame.
"Hey!" Jura shouts. "Vampire hunter! You're meant to be helping us aren't you?"
"Huh? Whassat?" Jane says. She appears to have pulled some popcorn out of thin air. "Sure you're doing fine. Keep at it!"
Grimacing, Jura turns back to the battle. She and Stash work together, and they even feel the presence of Boydster, the one villager to have fallen over the past days, lending them extra strength. Innocent might be pushing it, but the arsonist certainly gives them the power needed to send the fire where it needs to go.
It catches, and the vampire's skin lights up in an instant. Crouton gives one last scream, and falls back, and burns on the ground for a long, long time, until all that remains is ash and a blackened scar on the stone.
Then Jane puts down her popcorn, stands up, walks over, and jams a stake into the earth.
"There!" she says. "Done it."
"Uh. What did you actually do?"
"I killed him," Jane says.
"Uh. Nope. That was us."
"He was going to come back. Vampires do that."
"He was a pile of ash."
"They're cunning like that."
"We killed him."
"You're welcome," Jane said.
"When did you actually contribute anything?"
"I saved you!" Jane says. She moved to pick up her back. "One more village freed from the blight of vampire-kind. Ah, but the life of a vampire hunter is a long, lonely one, and one I must return to. I bid you well, citizens of Planaterra. Please try not to burn down your town."
The final vampire is dead. I helped. Honest.
Congratulations villagers!