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conclusion it had not been a joke, he was indeed immortal, just like the strange, cloaked man had said he would be. Reyjak was impressed at his new body which was stronger and undoubtedly faster. Reyjak would not forget this generosity. He vowed to fulfil the agreed condition of this new life, or un-life, and would serve his master faithfully. It was all rather confusing, but, soon he discovered that he was quick, and after returning to, and demonstrating to Roconn, he was also quicker than him too, but not as powerful, and he would not dare to cross the man who would soon become something like a father to him. A father who gave him everything he had desired for so long, more than Reyjak had seen his whole life.
    Reyjak stayed with Roconn during the daylight hours, preferring to keep out of his way at night, but soon, they accepted him as one of their own and he would share an enormous castle with Roconn and Maria. They named it ‘Castle Blackmoor’. Maria was always warm and friendly to Reyjak, and had become a motherly figure towards him. It wasn’t until years later that he found out how the two vampires had been created. He felt deep, sincere sympathy towards Roconn and Maria for having their children taken from them. Now, Reyjak understood and agreed with Roconn’s reason for vengeance.
    Over time Reyjak had been chosen to turn numerous people, who were like himself, into vampires, becoming their master just as Roconn was his. Roconn and Maria had recruited and turned a dozen people themselves. These recruits formed a council, of which Reyjak was a high ranking member, outranking all but Roconn and Maria. They weren’t as devoted to the other members as they were to Reyjak, but they still gave all the recruits a new life.
    Around two hundred years after Reyjak was transformed, a clan of two-hundred strong had been created. All were completely devoted to their rulers. In their eyes, their rulers were royalty. This was how Roconn and Maria became vampire king and queen. And their word was law.
    Roconn snapped back to the present as another three bangs sounded on the doors. The sound of an old man’s voice followed.
    â€˜I am High Priest and a personal friend and advisor to the Pope himself! I demand you let me in!’
    Maria appeared at Roconn’s right shoulder and whispered,
    â€˜A feisty one isn’t he? We will give him a few basic lessons on manners when standing before the clan rulers.’
    Roconn merely chuckled and swung open the two, heavy, wooden doors. Before him stood an old, balding man. His wrinkled face was almost entirely obscured by a large quantity of bushy, grey, facial hair. This made him look as though his head was on upside down! He wore a familiar set of black robes with a white collar around his neck. In his right hand, he held an intricately detailed cane. The priest gave Maria and Roconn a surprised look before arranging his face into what was supposed to be a smile. Instead, it turned into a lopsided snarl.
    â€˜Welcome to our home. You arrived in good time, we have just finished…dinner,’ Roconn announced.
    â€˜Yes, yes,’ said the priest impatiently.
    â€˜I have been sent here by an anonymous cardinal who claims to have seen a miracle right here in your…home,’ he added, looking at the place with distrust.
    â€˜Yes Father, you were correctly informed. Follow me.’
    At once, Roconn turned on his heel and marched back down the long hall, Maria and the priest at his feet. The doors slammed shut behind them and Roconn distinctly heard the words
    â€˜crazy place,’ muttered behind him.
    For a priest, he did not seem overjoyed at the thought of seeing a miracle. Perhaps it was the building, for it had the look of a large, derelict castle on the outside. A place where, Roconn was sure, the priest did not expect to find any miracles.
    â€˜Over here, Father,’ said Roconn, who had turned to see a puzzled look on his