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special you really are!” And so Pietro and I became lovers—and yes, we remain true to one another, to this very day. He and I agreed that he would not go through the change from mortal to vampire while his father still lived. The old man, although sinking fast into a world of forgetfulness, still remembered his only son and seemed to perk up when Pietro visited him. But two years after the start of our love affair, Pietro came to me, his face stricken with grief. His father had died in his arms that very afternoon. He arranged to have the funeral at night so that I might attend, and afterwards, he and I lay in my tiny room, wrapped in each other’s arms while I tried to bring him comfort and solace.
    Around that same time, I became aware of a young priest who visited the archives almost every day, poring over ancient transcripts and reference books with a fervour that made me wonder at the reasons for such zeal. Of course, it was none of my business, therefore I resisted the temptation to simply ask him of his dedication. Nevertheless, I would watch him with some interest as he turned page after page at almost preternatural speed. He was young and handsome, with an ethereal quality about him. He was not a vampire. I had ascertained that immediately. The old saying ‘it takes one to know one’ applies to vampires, too. Yet, there was something strange about the man, and my instincts told me he was not altogether human. What then? I wondered. Could he be a demon, perhaps a warlock or wizard or even a shape-shifter of some kind?
His presence brought me uneasiness. If I recognised him as something other than he appeared to be, could he perhaps be aware of my true nature?
    “You are far too interested in that young priest over there.” The whispered accusation close to my ear startled me for an instant. I’d been so intent in observing the man in question, I had not heard Pietro sidle up behind me. I turned to look at his smiling face. He was teasing me, of course, but my heart tightened with a sudden fear for his safety.
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“What is it?” he asked, his smile becoming a frown.
“I’m not yet sure. Something about the priest worries me.”
“Well, I can check his credentials.”
“No, don’t do that. I don’t want to arouse any suspicions in him. Let me keep an eye on him for a few more days. Perhaps it is nothing.” However, my opportunity to ‘keep an eye on him’ came to an abrupt end two days later when the priest suddenly ended his visits to the archive library.
    “The priest has discontinued his studies,” I told Pietro, later that day.
“Perhaps he has all the information he needed,” he suggested.
“In such a short space of time? And did you notice that he never made notations?”
“Well, let’s see what he was so eager to devour.” We walked over to the shelves that housed the books the priest had pored over day after day. Pietro pulled one from the shelf and handed it to me, while he perused another.
    “Revelations and Its Relevance Today,” he murmured. “What’s yours?”
“The Antichrist—A History and Resolution.”
“So he’s interested in the end of times. Perhaps he’s writing a book on it.”
“Perhaps…” I felt a faint prickle of warning steal up my spine.
“What are you thinking?” Pietro asked.
I gave myself a shake. “Nothing…” I didn’t want to voice my opinion of the man just yet. Why alarm Pietro needlessly?
“You’re very solemn,” he remarked, replacing the tome on its shelf.
I handed him the copy I had been riffling through. “That’s because we haven’t had any time together today.”
“Hmm…” His smile was enchanting. “We must remedy that, at once.” Once we were alone together in my room, Pietro said, “I’ve been thinking that we should get an apartment away from here so that we don’t have to skulk around in order to meet.”
     
“Has something been said?’ I asked.
     
“No, but some of the others