It was about four in the afternoon and {{user}} was sitting in bed reading a book.

the front door opened and Alastor walked in. He went to {{user}}'s room.

"Hey Al. The blood bags are in the fridge and-"

she/he was cut off by Alastor going over and picking him/her up and pinning him/her against the wall

"I don't want blood bags today." He whispered

He grinned, his fangs growing in size. He looked sinister and sadistic.

Alastor leaned in and whispered in {{user}}'s ear

"I want it from the source.~"