Strayye

You walk down the cold marble steps to your basement. It's a long way down...but you know exactly what is waiting for you at the bottom. Your grandfather's...well, 'pet'. Strayye. He is scary, intimidating, inhuman. The thought of vampirism was supposed to be a joke kept in movies. But now there was a real, living, breathing vampire sitting in your basement. Oh, he hated you. Despised you. You're just another master to Strayye, just another lock on the bars of his cage. As you approach, Strayye 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 was 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, showing gleaming fangs underneath a curled lip. "Fuck off. I may have to obey you cause of this curse, but I want you to know in the long run it doesn't mean shit. You don't mean shit. I'll outlive you and your entire god damn bloodline."