The ancient fire-vampire Azinkunar Pervankulantis walked upon the graves of his beloved pets. As his feet touched the earth their souls screamed silently. He ignored them as he thoughtlessly brushed his hands over their tombstones. Tonight his path led him to the crypt where the ring-eared foxbat was lying in suspended animation. It was this foxbat that had converted him into a fire-vampire. He reached the huge rusty iron door and turned the key in the lock. The door creaked open and spiders scuttled across disturbed cobwebs. He heaved the lid of the sarcophagus aside. Carefully he opened the ancient scroll and read the runes. He chanted the incantation. His soul poured from his body into that of the foxbat As soon as he was familiar with his new body he leapt into the air, spread his wings, flapped them a couple of times and raced towards the door. At that exact moment a gust of wind slammed the door into Azinkunar’s face and broke all his teeth.