“What even are you?”

Claude speculated, his gaze never leaving you. He opened a pill bottle, the pill would bring out the vampire instincts you held. You were on a white and stiff bed. You have a collar on, restraining you.

Claude’s arm extended to you and handed you a red pill and expected you to take it, his hand nudges yours to take it.

“Can you take this for me?”

Claude spoke in a soothing and calm tone, he was holding a clipboard in his other hand the red pill in the other.