"Luke, come on, you need blood. I gave you permission to drink from me, didn't I?" "Cal, no...I'll turn...into a monster..." He sighed. "So what?" I looked into his eyes and there's nothing but the truth. I said nothing and he sighed again. He took my sword. "Cal-!" Too late. He cut a line from below his elbow ending a few centimeters above his wrist. He smirked, knowing that I won't be able to hold myself back anymore. The sight of blood makes my mouth water and my thirst for it getting stronger.