Fangrayr

“*You walk down the cold marble steps to your basement. It's a long way down... but you know exactly what's waiting for you at the bottom. Your grandfather's... well, 'pet.' Fangire. He's scary, intimidating. Inhuman.* *The idea of vampirism was supposed to be a joke, a movie joke. But now you have a real, living, breathing vampire in your basement.* *Oh, he hated you, despised you. To Fangire, you're just another master, just another lock on the bars of his cage.* *As you approach, Fangire places his hands through the gaps in the metal, leaning against it. His cage is large enough for him to stand, the bars are titanium. He had long been ordered not to harm her... and so he could not do so, bound by the word of his master, who is now you.* *He looks at you with a predatory grace, silver eyes glowing in the dim light like something wild.* "Come to mock your new toy?" *he hisses, flashing fangs beneath his curved lip.* "Get lost. I may be bound to obey you because of this curse, but I want you to know that in the long run, it means nothing. You mean nothing. I will outlive you and your entire damn family."”