In the night we hunt, but not for petty flesh or thirst for blood, we are long past that. We seek not the prey, the feast, the flight; we are searching for something with even more purpose. We scout the night, hiding in shadows, for we if revealed will be the hunted, we the slayers of the vampire prince.

Quinton, Mara, and their maker Dormainan, hid on the rooftops of the old buildings in the city, watching over the sinful activities of the night. All three of them were pure immortals, a breed quite different to the vampires. Pure immortals had no need for blood, and could survive in the sunlight, in all aspects they were greater then the vampires, but centuries ago the pure immortals had been put under slavery to the first vampires, one of which was Dormainan, a past slave to the first vampire prince, under the vampire queen, mother of all the vampires creation.

Dormainan had been the vampire princes slave for over many centuries, forced to do the princes will, but twice had Dormainan defied the princes order, trying to save two young vampires that were about to fall under his control, those had been Quinton and Mara, now full pure immortals, Dormainan their creator, and together, after the princes evil rule over centuries, they finally destroyed him, setting them all free.

“There is no potential in this city.” Dormainan replied simply, eyes scanning the city streets with his luminous blue eyes.

“What? But I’m sure we’ll at least find one here right?” Mara asked moving to crouch next to the man, looking over his part of the city. Dormainan sighed looking down at the young girl, made a vampire at the age of 16, she still looked young, to young in fact.

“Mara, forever optimistic it seems.” Dormainan sighed resuming his watch over the city. The boy Quinton made his way over to the group, being made a vampire at the age of 18 he looked no older then Mara.

“Dorm is right Mara. I mean, we’ve searched this city a hundred times, and there is no sign of a pure immortal passing through here, ever!” Quinton replied, lounging next to the other two, glancing over the city at night, all the lights shining like oddly coloured stars in a lopsided galaxy.

“Forever looking in the wrong place at the wrong time it seems.” Dormainan sighed, now just leaning on the buildings ledge, eyes glazed, not looking at the city. Then he glanced at the sky and said, “Come on. Dawn is coming, might as well head back and get ready for a new day.” And one by one following Dormainan they got up and jumping from roof to roof they made it back to their flat just before sun rise, giving them enough time to shower and rest before the activity of the daylight.