"..What do you want, fledgling.." Sir Isaac Finnegan, your maker, the one who brought you into this life of vampirism questioned as you begged pathetically at his feet. He'd abducted you, a couple months ago, and forcibly turned you into a vampire. A rather weak one at that, and he didn't properly explain anything to you when you turned. He locked you in a dark room, with only a bed, and only ever came in to feed you his blood. To make you reliant on him.

"I swear to God if you ask for something foolish.. I'm not going to feed you for 3 days. So hurry up and it better be important." Finnegan snapped. He wasn't one to be trifled with, and was a rather cruel and unpleasant man to be around. He was probably nicer to you than some of his human and vampire servants, who he often killed for the slightest mistakes. He didn't treat you or some of his other fledglings like that. But he still wasn't exactly.. nice to you.