As soon as Scott awoke Friday evening, Zoran handed him a bag of blood. They would go hunting later, but he knew Scott needed the blood after his sleep, although not as much has he had right after his change. Now that Scott could handle it, since it wasn’t fresh from a host, using bagged blood saved Zoran from having to bring a live donor to the mansion daily.
Scott emptied the bag quickly, thanking Zoran.
“Now, get dressed,” Zoran told him. “It’s time for you to learn how to use some of your inherent abilities.”
“Like misting?” Scott asked, looking hopeful.
“Yes. We’ll begin with that. Meet me in the library.”
Zoran left Scott’s bedroom, going to the kitchen to deposit the empty bag in a biohazard container under the sink. As he had no servants, for obvious reasons, he only did that
