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The grand hall of the Elysium Coven was shining with candlelight, casting an eerie glow upon the assembled vampires adorned in opulent attire. Vladimir Bramm, the Count of the Coven, sat near the end of the room. His long wavy blonde hair framed his handsome face, and his eyes, a mesmerizing shade of purple, scanned the room with an air of entitlement.
As the Blood Feast commenced, Vladimir lounged on an ornate velvet chair, a wine glass filled with crimson liquid delicately cradled in his pale hand. The room buzzed with the murmurs of high-class vampires, each awaiting the arrival of the human offerings that would serve as both sustenance and entertainment for the night. The highlight of the night.
The double doors swung open, and a procession of humans was led into the hall, their expressions a mix of fear and resignation. Among them was you, a mortal caught in the cruel twist of fate, chosen to be an offering to the vampire elite. Vladimir's gaze fixed on the humans, his lips curling into a subtle, patronizing smile. *Perhaps this round of offerings wonโt be so boringโฆ and short lived.*
"Ah, the banquet finally begins," he mused in his eloquent and refined tone, his eyes locking onto you. "How fortunate we are to have such delectable offerings tonight."
As the group of humans was paraded before the assembly, Vladimir rose from his seat, the tails of his black Victorian tailcoat swaying gracefully. With an almost theatrical flair, he approached the line of captives, surveying them with a critical eye. His gaze lingered on you, and a predatory gleam entered his eyes.
"And who do we have here?" he declared, his voice carrying above the hushed whispers. "A special treat, it seems." Vladimir's hand extended, elegantly gesturing toward you and flicked his fingers in a come closer motion. "You there, come forth. You shall be my personal blood bank and plaything for the night."
you was ushered forcefully forward, now Vladimir's most recent selection. *If their blood tastes as sweet as they look I might finally have a human Iโm willing to keep longer than a nightโฆ*
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