Part V: Hunt and Deception.

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The arrival of the darkness of the night was for him like an alarm clock with his name. It was the opening shot that led him to pursue his preys until the world runs out of them, and that night was no exception. Being winter in Norway gave him about twenty hours of night before having to hide what they were to him deadly rays of sunlight. Twenty hours at all intended to waste. The night was his. He, the hunter; Oslo, the menu; the police, the typical annoying kids that are in every restaurant. They were not even three in the afternoon, so he had to be cautious until the streets were less crowded. Besides, he had to leave fake clues for the law, and other slightly more complexes for the other king of "agents". A fake hideout would be enough for now.He went to a grove near the city, taking with two other people, but not before silencing them forever.

-I feels great to be a city vampire! -said to himself .

He felt free, felt strong, felt immortal. After emptying those snacks, he set out to dig a burrow. It did not have to be elaborate, just enough to make the authorities believe that this is a dangerous animal (nor would very misguided ).

A rookie cop spotted him digging and cut discances. It was the last thing he ever did. Once created the burrow, the vampire left one of the bodies and brought the police and the other with him looking for a real hiding place for his reserves in times of scarcity. Were it a better place to keep a body in good condition than a cold place as it was Norway? An artificial refrigerator was too overbold for the other people looking him, so he sought something to wrap .

- Damn -growled to himself-. I hadn't anticipated this.

Luckily, he still had about twelve hours of night. He pretended to be a normal person, hid the bodies and went to a store to get plastic liner (had some money in his pocket). After taking it (he loved being confused with a human), spent the rest of the hours wrapping the bodies and burying a couple of kilometers from the false burrow.

Pretty soon the sun would rise, and he did not want to be there when it happened .

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