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Bjorn collapsed onto his back, chest heaving, gasping for breath. The full moon’s spotlight upon his tattered body revealed a myriad of injuries.His chest was torn asunder from Chelsea’s claw swipe, and his left calf and ankle were streaked with angry red slashes. Blood poured forth from his wounds, made worse from the shock he was going into.He had to get his breathing under control. He bent his knees, and placed his hands at his sides. He was an avid yoga practitioner so he was no neophyte when it came to meditation. It only took a few calming moments for him to come back into himself. The bright moonlight was strangely serene, and the cemetery had gone quiet. He lay on his back, eyes closed, and made himself part of his surroundings. He heard nothing. He felt nothing as his mind settled.Then a curious thing happened. He felt a stitch in his side, a gentle tingle where Chelsea’s claws had ripped at him. He propped himself onto his elbows and sat in amazement as his side seemed to

Bjorn grabbed a gaudy table lamp in the arranged sitting room, just inside the caretaker’s cottage’s front door. The sitting room was adorned with period furniture dating to the early 1900’s, treated like a museum for those visiting the inside of the cemetery’s administrative headquarters. The lamp was sturdy bronze and carved in the likeness of a winged angel. She had on bikini material, as Victorian 19th century standards would never consider nudity acceptable, even in artwork. Bjorn held the lamp like a club, ready to bash whoever, or whatever, came through the front door.But he noticed that the light in the room was growing. It was finally sunrise, and he had survived the night! Or at least, he was close to surviving it. He stood anxiously waiting and watching the door, breathing hard but starting to ease with each second that ticked by. The sun was coming up.The pounding on the door had abruptly stopped in time with the growing dawn. He heard a scuttling of footsteps on the pa