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His mind and thoughts remain closed to us. He most definitely has powers of some kind, but what he is, we cannot tell.”
    “A demon, perhaps,” Marcus suggested.
“Could a demon masquerade as a priest?” Roger asked, his eyes wide.
    “Demons are masters of deception,” Marcus replied. “And if he’s as powerful as Bernard and Pietro think he is, it would be an easy task for him. The fact that he didn’t show up at the library while I was there makes me think his powers are, if not demonic, at least supernatural. He must have been able to sense my presence and somehow cloak his own before we could detect him.”
“If he comes to the library again,” I said, “Pietro or I will let you know immediately.” Blood Resurrection
     
J.P Bowie

Chapter Five

Rome: Present day
Constantine
     
For many years I had visited the archives in the Vatican, disguised as a priest to collect the data necessary for my Master’s plan. I knew I had been noticed, and I knew by whom.
     
Two vampires had been watching me on my visits, and only recently, they had invited a third, a tall and handsome beyond compare vampire from whom I could sense extraordinary powers. I knew him by his reputation. He was legendary among his own kind and mine. Marcus Verano, one of the most powerful vampires of all. It was said that he should rule the Vampire Council, but he preferred to stay on the sidelines, going where he was needed, settling disputes among his people.
    Of course, I avoided contact with them. Should they have discerned what I’m about, they would have tried to either dissuade me from my task or attempted to kill me. I was not afraid of them, regardless of their powers, yet felt it would be best if I did not frequent the library again. Besides, it seemed that the Master no longer had an interest in what my research showed. Lately, I had noticed a degree of arrogance in his attitude towards me and his other followers. True, one day, he would be the most powerful man in the world, and I suppose that with that power a fair amount of assurance is to be expected, but something about him worried me—or should I say rather, that my feelings towards him worried me.
    Ever since I had met Gustav, ever since that first day when we had lain in each other’s embrace, I knew that my outlook on my future had been changed. Now, I was not so sure that what I was doing was right. What had seemed certain and inevitable—what I had been created for, had been groomed for, had looked forward to with unwavering anticipation—
    now seemed…evil, and I knew in my heart that if I was to have a future with Gustav, I would have to forsake the Master’s plan for the fate of mankind. And therein lay my dilemma.
There was no way the Master would let me leave his service, at least not alive. Not only that, I could not ignore the possibility that he would also vent his anger upon Gustav.
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    Without a doubt, my relationship with the man I loved had to be kept a secret. The thought of him being confronted by the Master or his minions made my blood run cold. I knew only too well what dire punishments they were capable of. The correct thing, of course, would be to stop seeing Gustav, to tell him our love affair was over. Yet, I found I could not do it, could not find the courage to tell him face to face what I knew would break his heart—and mine.
Bernard
    Marcus and Roger eventually returned to Los Angeles, the young priest stopped coming to the Vatican library, and as time went by, I began to forget about him. More important was the news I had received from Marcus that our old friend Joseph Meyer was in dire straits, being held prisoner by the Wizard Brotherhood. By the time I could offer my help, however, Marcus had taken care of the situation, Joseph was released, and Darius, my one time lover, had been sentenced to death.
Ah, Darius…he affords some explanation.
    Marcus had long ago told me of the Dark Forces, that band of