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feeding.
    â€˜Thank you, my lord. It will be dealt with at once.’
    â€˜Good. The priest will be here soon and I wish to give him a warm welcome,’ said Roconn, smiling at his wife.
    â€˜I agree my love. I trust you will give him a bite to eat after his long journey. Soon the priest will discover more than a miracle here. He will discover a gift unlike any other.’
    â€˜Yes, of course dear,’ said Roconn.
    The priest arrived on time, just as the cardinal had predicted. Roconn made a mental note to have a few small riches sent to the cardinal for services to his cause. Suddenly, a loud banging interrupted his thoughts and Reyjak reappeared out of nowhere. It was a skill only he seemed to have mastered.
    â€˜My lord, the priest has arrived. What shall I do with him?’ he asked at once.
    â€˜Nothing, leave him to me and tell all the other council members not to approach the hall. We have…business to attend to,’ Roconn replied.
    Reyjak gave him an inquisitive look, but when it was not answered, he simply said, ‘Yes, my lord,’ and disappeared.
    Roconn strolled towards the front doors and noticed that Reyjak seemed to have swept the bodies away as he had departed. This reminded Roconn of how and where he had found his loyal servant. It had been a cold winter night thirteen years after his own transformation. Reyjak was outside a stable. Roconn had been following him for five nights and learnt that Reyjak had no home, nor any family, and slept in the stables. Roconn found out, by means of bribery, Reyjak worked away his days carrying heavy logs in exchange for food and water. Roconn was not unkind, despite his vendetta against God. He was still a humble man at heart and as such approached Reyjak just as the snow was starting to fall. Reyjak started to shiver in the haystack in which he had made his bed. A dirty cloth was shaped around his large muscular torso and he had appeared to have made himself a pair of shorts.
    Roconn had planned to feed on him, but when he approached the man, saw the way he laid there, and took pity on him. Roconn approached him, at which, the man spoke to him.
    â€˜Yes sir? How can I help?’
    Already, Roconn could see this was a loyal man, one that would gladly assist in any way he could. This man would make a useful vampire, and it was in this moment that Roconn had the idea to create a clan. This would ensure that vampires would not only survive, but thrive as well, for he and Maria were the only ones in existence. Roconn knew almost instinctively how to change him.
    â€˜Hello Reyjak, you are a hard worker. You deserve a better existence than this disappointing, mortal, life. I can give you a home, a family, and anything you desire, even immortality, in exchange for a new life. All I would require is your total loyalty and obedience. So, will you accept my offer?’
    Reyjak looked completely bewildered and at a loss for words. As if to try and convince him, the wind grew stronger until it howled. The snow fell thicker until it was almost a blizzard. Roconn, his cloak billowing, remained silent whilst Reyjak contemplated the mysterious man and his ridiculous offer.
    â€˜Err, okay, how does this work?’ he replied at last.
    Reyjak didn’t see Roconn’s face relax a fraction. Roconn already knew that Reyjak would become the third vampire; more powerful than any other he would turn.
    â€˜Sleep and you will awake as a new vampire. Before you go outside during daylight hours, know this; you will have certain weaknesses. Sunlight will be your biggest one and you will undoubtedly burn to death. Fire has the same effect, but it takes longer.’
    Reyjak obviously thought this was a joke. Nevertheless he went to sleep as obediently as a loyal dog.
    He awoke the next morning, he took one step into the sunlight, his foot started to burn; he withdrew it immediately. After lifting one of the stacks of straw, with ease, he had come to the