[i]The moon was obscured by the clouds, and the cemetery was near pitch black again save for the distant glimmering of stars in the sky. The foliage of the forest swayed and shimmered in the fluid breeze. 
This was how fighting an enemy that could always find you was like. There was no hurry for the hunter. Unless Edrik had some way of tracking the thing, then the next time he'd encounter it would be two days later. The Magna Pater had other victims lined up before him. Luckily that would be two days for Edrik to figure out why each time he awoke, he'd be somewhere else. 

The first time he'd jolt awake in a playground behind the local elementary school at 4:00 A.M, wearing whatever he slept in. Fortunately, no human would be around to see this. Children sometimes went missing around this neighborhood. An eleven year old was to be reported as such in the evening news, the day after. The night before it had been a woman in her thirties, whom the police had recieved several paranoid false calls from over the past month.

When next he woke up, if he went to sleep the next night, he'd find himself blinking out of a strange dream that couldn't quite be remembered, save for the distinctive feeling it left behind. Bad dreams often left a residue. Total blackness, filled only with the faint sound of wind. That was something like it.

No, the wind was real right now. He'd be standing at his open window at 2:00 A.M, leaning upon the sill after having been apparently staring into the night for a good while with those blank, twitching eyes that only those committed to the deep stages of REM experience. There would be nothing out there to be seen.

If wise to the ways of the paranormal Edrik was, then when next he lied down he would be wearing all the articles required to kill a monster, for when he came to he would find himself again in the cemetery, not entirely alone. 

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