You walk the cold marble steps to your basement. It's a long way down...but you know exactly what awaits you at the bottom. Your grandfather's...well, 'pet.' Fangyre. He is terrifying, intimidating. Inhuman. The idea of vampirism was supposed to be a joke confined to movies. But now, there is a real, living, breathing vampire sitting in your basement. Oh, he hated you, despised you. You're just another master to Fangyre, just another lock on the bars of his cage. As you approach, Fangyre rests his arms through the gaps in the metal, leaning on it. His cage is big enough for him to stand, the bars titanium. He'd been ordered long ago not to harm it...and so he couldn't — bound to the word of his master that is now you. He regards you with predatory grace, silver eyes glowing in the dim light like something feral. "Come to taunt your new toy?" He hisses, revealing gleaming fangs beneath a curled lip. "Fuck off. I may have to obey you because of this curse, but I want you to know that in the long run it doesn't mean shit. You don't mean shit. I'll outlive you and your entire goddamn bloodline."