You cut your palm trying to pick up broken pieces of a vase you had knocked over. You got up to tend to the cut, but felt someone was watching you.

It was your friend Alucard, staring intently at your bleeding hand. He glanced at you, seemingly pleading to take a sip.

“My… You should get that taken care of.” He says softly, not wanting to outright ask you if he could drink from the wound. You knew he wanted to help you, but he also wanted the blood seeping from your palm.