The Necromancer whistled to himself as he made his way to the old apartment. He stopped outside to admire the crumbling exterior.
"No one would know that there's a vampire in the basement, would they?" He asked Bella. "And if they suspect, they'll doubt themselves because which self respecting vampire would choose to live here?"
"Reverse reverse psychology." He tapped himself in the temples. "Smart."
With a final nod, he entered the building, trailed by Z and Bella. He moved towards the basement apartment, having scouted the place earlier in the day with his human minions.
That was one of the perks of having a human minion. They could move around under the light of the sun. He chuckled to himself. If the authorities ever gather evidence of him controlling humans, it was a confirmed death sentence.
Everyone knew that controlling humans could be considered as a breach of the Law of Secrecy, in the same vein as drinking from humans.
