Louis sat down on the couch and sighed, wiping the corner of his mouth with a silk napkin. He looked at the four unconscious young men on the floor, all pale-looking from losing a lot of blood. He did not want to take their blood but he had no other choice. His thirst was unquenchable.
"How is he?"
Talon shook his head and he felt more depressed than ever. He wanted to take the flora sangria's blood but he was old and got weak easily. He could not drink much of his blood because if he did, he could actually kill him. Killing him was out of the question. He did not have a lot of supply of that precious blood.
