Music Recommendation: Bloomsbury- Amelia Warner
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Vincent sat in his study room with his legs crossed and resting them on top of the desk while he leaned back in his chair. He stared at the ceiling of the room with an expressionless face. A knock was heard on the door, and in stepped Alfie with a glass of blood in the tray that he carried in.
"Master Vincent, I brought your blood tea," Alfie informed, stepping towards the desk.
"Take it back," Vincent didn't look at Alfie and continued staring at the room's ceiling, which had a painting stretched wide.
Alfie stopped his feet and watched his master, who appeared to be in a bad mood since he had returned to the mansion last night. The pureblooded vampire, who often drank glasses of refined blood in the mansion, now hadn't sipped a single drop of blood since this early morning. It made the butler wonder if perhaps his master had already drank blood before returning to the mansion.
