1. Prologue (1/1)
yes, this is another new fic despite all the various other things i should be updating instead. blame redrachxo and clare thomas, frankly, because none of this is my fault. it's another fairytale adaptation, but as usual i'm not going to mention the name in case it actually keeps anyone guessing. don't worry about the oc, he's not sticking around past the prologue.
disclaimer: none of this is mine except loc régis. and i don't even like him very much. oh, i suppose narcisse is mine too.
loc régis hadn't intended to create a half-fang, and now the boy had found him he didn't know what to do with him. in the end, he'd handed him that book people kept trying to stake him for, and sent him off on the same pointless quest his own father had sent him on as his inheritance. his eldest
other had got the castle and the title; his second
other had got the peasant he'd lusted after, and loc, the youngest, had been given the praedictum impaver and been sent out on a laughable search for the chosen one. it had been a fool's errand, and it hadn't kept him out of his
others' hair for long before he was shaking their dust out of his own hair.
narcisse morin had scowled at him, though, when he tried to banish the half fang. vampire etiquette, she reminded him, required that he present his half-fang with a token gift, just as a symbolic gesture of goodwill. he had no goodwill at all towards this mistake of nature, but he was trying to win narcisse over – a very good match, she would make, and a good inheritance would be his as soon as she was gone – and so he agreed, silently cursing the chance that had
ought her to the scene in the first place. the half-fang, whose name he hadn't bothered to learn, had bowed his head in deference and suggested that all he needed was a pair of sturdy boots to walk the world in.
régis had ordered the fool some boots – he could have asked for gold and jewels and, to impress narcisse, he probably would have given him them – and sent him on his way. months later, narcisse was dust – she really should have at least considered his proposal – and the half-fang appeared to have vanished from the face of the earth. good; everything was as it should be. régis returned to his castle and looked forward to a few more centuries of doing nothing but what he wanted to do.