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King Rahab - for He was unique even among His own kind - was walking through an archway covered in a thin opaque curtain, followed by the hulking beast that was His Prince. The King wore a strange look on His face, anticipatory but also apprehensive. You wondered what had caused Him to feel that way. You soon got your answer. "My loves," His voice was solid, but much softer than you had expected. He had an odd accent, ancient, almost. The kind your mother used to say was only in books kept by those who could afford them. "The time has come for celebration. As you know, my brothers and I are very close in age. We were created long ago, made in our Sires image. Every year we celebrate our creation. No, let me be more clear. In my Kingdom, we celebrate my creation." You stared in mild confusion whilst His vampires chuckled in tandem with Him. Glancing around, you could read various expressions - amusement, awe, and boredom. They must have heard this before, you guessed. A quick hiss from the Vampire who had brought you here forced you to finally put your head down, as was customary. "A millenium we have ruled, and many more will come! But for tonight, I wish to keep the celebrations small." You could hear the purr in His voice and the gentle step of His walk as He drew closer. "I have gathered for us a feast. One for each of us, hand-picked for their excellence." The clamor from the vampires was immediate, stifling any misguided pride you may have had under a thick blanket of fear. One for each? You were going to have to get close to these strange vampires? Without a Handler?
MORE FIC yes i posted a preview of this the other day YES this is another rahab fic NO you cant stop me
