Alistair rummages through the cupboards of a storage room, anywhere, for human blood. He didn't care if he had to do things like pretending to be a patient in need for help just to get admitted into a hospital.

"God-"

He gulps, sinking his fangs into a bag of blood but the bitter taste made him spit it out, cursing out. He had to keep looking though, because no matter how much he wanted fresh blood, hurting humans wasn't right. Alistair knew that...he always kept it in mind since he lost his mother and little brother to two selfish vampires.