"What?!" she asked both father and son as they didn't say anything for a while.

They looked at each other not saying anything but a simple nod from his father sent Vladimir to the bar to fetch blood.

Avilla winced from the headache and rubbed her temple, Vladimir soon returned with an empty glass and a jar of blood.

"Drink this" he ordered.

She looked at them as they stared at her in anticipation.

"What's this?" she asked.

"Blood" the father said ...