November 13, 1983 4:00 p.m.

"The whole world is mine."

Staffan kept repeating to himself as he fix his tie. Sure things with Ivonne had not worked out. She was still worry about that brat Tommy. When she should have been thanking him for saving her son. He had suggested putting Tommy in a clinic to solve the problem. But she went all hysterical.
"You never cared about my son!"

November 13, 1983

Does time matter? Will looking at the clock changed? Changed what? To her life came to a stop. To an abysm that went on to another abysm.
She had had hope for a while, but then that had died one day. Hope for her son to return, for things to be the same.
For her son to show up, for him to be at his room. Watching The Muppets on t.v. like they used to do.
But now the apartment was empty,
Again, again, again, many, many, many times opening the door to the apartment expecting to hear her son's voice. Silence is what she heard.

Chapter 1
November 13, 1983 2:00 a.m.

This case had been one of the hardest things he had been involved in. He remember back when he had to deliver the news. It was always him, ready to say the bad news, ready to make people cry when he spoke. When he would utter that word. "Missing." Except in this case that word had not work.
How would he explain to her now? Every day she went to the station and ask for him. If there were any traces of her son?
How was he to tell her that the investigation was closed. How would he begin?

There was only me
But now there are two
But which side will I show
To them?

So I am evil
But
What does that make them?

Things are the same
Haven't they always been....

The town is the same. No history, old buildings whose foundations are rotting. For a while there was commotion. Talks of the Ritual Killer, vampires, wolves, and ghosts. Kids were terrorize so the local school was closed for a few days. The kids said that they were afraid of going to the school. Afraid that they would be shredder to pieces by the Angel of death. Many of the kids that were there that night when the massacre took place swore that they would never go inside that pool.

Living the light
Can't stand the light
Can't live in it no more
Don't you see?
It's better to live
In Darkness
From "Living in Darkness," Page 12-13.

I had been in the city bar with my bestie Veronica. It had started well, with us laughing though the laud music. Me getting some drinks by a strange guy, Vero got crazy jealous and stole the drink from me, and drank it. She knows she can do these kind of things to me, I am too nice, I don’t mind. That guy who gave the drink to me, telling me I was beautiful in my bright red sweater, was so drunk he soon was missing. I imagined he would stay a little longer, so I could get more drinks, and pretend I was interested. While Vero would give me those sneaky glares, she knew I was tricking him.

Event: Local vampire conference.
Participants: Eli, Oskar.
Theme: Dragons, Zombies and Vampires: similarities and differences.
Speaker: Eli.
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Eli stood at the speaker’s table and put the glasses on her nose.
Oskar asked:
“Eli, why did you put the glasses? You have a 500% vision!”
“Yes. But speaker on the scientific conference should have the glasses, otherwise nobody will take him seriously”.
“So, our theme is - Dragons, Zombies and Vampires: similarities and differences.

Oskar looked at the calendar.
- Oh, man! We forgot to renew our vampire license.
Eli stretched lazily on the couch.
- Well, not a problem. Tomorrow we’ll go and renew.

Said - done. At Thursday midnight Eli and Oskar were already sitting in the waiting room of the regional office for registration vampire licenses. Pretty secretary invited them into the office:
- Come on, Mr. Gekko is ready to receive you.
They went inside. At the table sat a middle aged man (vampire, of course) and lazily polished nails with a nail file. Seeing entered, he smiled and made a welcoming inviting gesture: