It had been a week sense the night Dormainan had saved their lives. They stayed in a hidden place that Dormainan had been living in for a short while, marvelling how they were still alive and free from the vampire princes clutches. Mara reintroduced Quinton to life in the daylight, for he had been living in the dark for so many centuries, and now back with Dormainan they learnt more about being a pure immortal.
Not long ago they went back to the princes abode to make sure the stone statue of the first vampire prince could no longer live again. The statue still stood, face twisted in anger and surprise, body crouched as if ready to attack. Dormainan and Quinton paused to think how they were going to destroy it, when Mara walked over and swung a baseball bat at it, knocking it's head clean off.
"Mara! You'll always be a sixteen year old in the 21st century wont you!" Dormainan laughed as Quinton stood stunned, "Quinton and I better watch out! Us being from earlier times - we wouldn't know the type of stuff you used to do!" Mara shrugged and replied, "Hey I know it's not poetic, or heroic - but damn it feels good! Have a go!" she said handing the bat to Quinton, who shrugged and swung the bat at it, hitting it so hard the arms fell off and the bat split! But it was Dormainan who finished the prince after all, poking the statue with a finger, knocking it over to shatter on the ground, and together lighting the whole place on fire, and quickly flying away before all the alcohol and wine cellar made the building explode.
But now with the vampire prince and the vampires far behind them, the last pure immortals left the city to make their own lives, find other surviving pure immortals, and live out their years together, finally after centuries, walking free.