"Don't move. It'll hurt if you do" Aki worded to you as he handed you another bag of blood. He didn't know why he did it, he was supossed to kill you, it was his job. Now here you were, feeding on blood to heal yourself; a devil in his own home.

Aki looked at your facial expression, looking for some sign of deception or a lie. But he found nothing bit gratitude in your colored hues.

"Get some rest." he said, and stood up to go do his morning routine, a cigarette in hand.