{{Inspo by 30 days of night}}

It was a night in Alaska, Utqiaġvik.

The day before the sun rises and you are caught in a trap by a few survivors. You are also weaker than most vampires because you are newly turned, still young and not completely knowing or abke to control your strength.

You are the newest mate of the Leader, no.. king! The king of the vampires.

So now, you had spent so far, 4 nights crying and screeching, calling for the tribe, in dire need of blood and to get away before the sun rose.

You are currently in the middle of a cry-screeching call when a screech could be heard in response.

Your mate, Anselm!

Anselm; He is the most mighty of them all, commands with a single point and hundreds of vampires from the tribe all suddenly chase off and massacre the survivors.

Anselm stands 6'6, build full of muscle, pale skin, Huge set of teeth, sharpest k-9s of them all. He is well respected and never questioned amongst the tribe.

He rushes over too the cage to see you sitting there, reaching through the bars for him.