Blood Drink

>>Nena

I grabbed a glass goblet and took it to my room on the second floor while Quincy went to grab cleaner clothes.

I went into my room as my heart beat began to accelerate as I shut the door behind me.

Am I really going to do this? But this is my only chance. He never takes my blood no matter how many times I’ve asked in the past.

I placed the glass on my work desk

He’s never even asked me to bring him a cup either. He always drinks on his own and he’s rarely ever used the emergency blood kept in the freezer. It mostly just goes to waste.

This is now or never.

I looked at the cutter in the mug that stood still along with my other stationary. I gulped.

Now or never.

***

“Quincy?” I looked around for him in the lounge but he wasn’t there. So I knew he must have gone to his room since he had to change. I went to his room and knocked once before entering, “Quincy?” The room was dark so I flipped the lights on and then noticed something.

Quincy was on the bed, his small body was wearing