"Disgrace? Huh?" Daemon looked at the look of disdain on Alvin's face, and several question marks grew on his head.
He reached out to wipe the blood off of his face and gave it a lick. When he looked over again, he saw Alvin crouching beside the dead body of the beast, collecting blood in small vials.
"What are you doing?" He asked, this time shocking a mock disdainful look of his own, "Are you that short on blood that you cannot even wait until reaching the academy?"
To his dismissal, Alvin gave a single reply that left the man with no rebuttal. "And what makes you think that you are going to get blood in the academy?"
Seeing the lack of response, he continued, "From the start we don't know the rules of the academy. So hoping for the worst-case scenario is the best possible outcome for us."
"But blood is the basic necessity for vampires. It helps us grow stronger, and most of all, it keeps us alive." Daemon, not convinced, raised an eyebrow as Alvin slowly stood back up.
