CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT

"What?!" she asked both father and son as they didn't say anything for a while. They looked at each other not saying anything but a simple nod from his father sent Vladimir to the bar to fetch blood. Avilla winced from the headache and rubbed her temple, Vladimir soon returned with an empty glass and a jar of blood. "Drink this" he ordered. She looked at them as they stared at her in anticipation. "What's this?" she asked. "Blood" the father said simply. She poured half a glass and drank it all but she didn't feel better. Her headache for worse and she winced again. She needed the whole jar of blood and before she knew it, she grabbed the jar from the table and drank the whole thing. She felt a whole lot better now and a lot stronger than she was at the beginning of the trip. "That was refreshing, are we done with the initiation?" she asked them. They were both staring at her like she had gone mad. "What?" she asked them. "Avilla, you are one of a kind" She looked up at Vl