The vampire crawled back into his hole, feeling the soft earth mooching into every nook and cranny of his body, seeping into his nose, his ears, his mouth, and closing over him as he delved back into his wayside grave. The mud encased him like an insect in amber as a new day dawned.
He would not be found, not even suspected, not by the oh-so-wise sheriff and mayor who knew oh-so-much more than simple townsfolk whispering of vampires. He would be safe for today, for now, safe in his grave until the night fell and the hunt was renewed.
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