The two vampires walked up the steps, to where the King stood, enthroned upon a golden throne. They kneeled, and the king gesticulated for the guards to leave them. The duo of vampires remained on their knees, as the King began talking.

"You two have proven yourself competent beyond measure of being in my services, but yet, none of my vassals or serfs would allow me to have vampire generals. Either, of course, would either of you two be suited for command. You two do much better on your own, and I respect that.
"I have a proposition for you two. You shall become a vigilante fighting team, beyond any law except what I tell you to do. You would become enemies of the state, and would not have any protection except for what you yourselves provide."

The vampires looked at each other, and nodded. The one in gold and blue answered for the both of them.
"Aye, sire. We will do this."

The King looked ecstatic. "I shall give you both new names,and new personas." He gestured towards the one who had spoke. "You, I christen Sharknight, and bestow upon you a blood-red cape." He turned to the other, wearing red and blue. "I christen thou Pikawarrior, and bestow upon you a jet-black cape."

They donned their new garb, and bowed low to the King. "You shall be provided horses, and shall be given your instructions."