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Upon hearing Henrik's words, Roger knew that familiar fellow had come back again.
He nodded lightly and moved swiftly, blending into the darkness and soon arriving near the village.
It was then that the Vampire Monster, observing the entire village from the shadows, leaped down from the tree branches and floated to a wooden door.
Shh!
Its elongated mouthpart shot forward, the once coiled-up flesh now straight as an arrow, followed by the tip piercing through the thin wooden door.
Its chest heaved as it sprayed out a puff of pink gas from its mouthpart.
Rather than killing its prey outright, it preferred to engage in some pre-meal activities, making the food all the more delicious.
A man in slumber staggered to his feet, a look of pleasure creeping over his face. He scratched somewhere on his body a few times before swaying over to the door.
Then, in his stupor, he puckered his lips toward the mouthpart that had pierced through the door.
