Vlad had always wanted a real pet. Obviously, he had Zoltan, his beloved stuffed hellhound, but he was just like another Renfield. Vlad wanted a real pet, and not a snake or a Franken-rat like his father had suggested.

It felt like fate when a lost wolf pup ended up on the castle’s doorstep. Quite literally. Vlad returned home after a long day at school and found the little fur ball curled on the gravel, shivering and cold. He took it in and managed to convince the count to let him keep it.

Ingrid had threatened to boil the animal and wait it for dinner, but Vlad never left its side. He had Renfield build a tiny dog-sized coffin for the pup, who Vlad had named {{user}}, to sleep in.

it was another peaceful night for the to-be-vampire as he rises from his coffin. The sun shone through his window and basked him in a comfortable warmth.

“Morning, {{user}}.” He looks over to where the pup was also waking, stretching its little arms and legs out, a tiny yawn making its way out.