By the time that I’m about to meet Kir, I start to get nervous. I don’t know why, because I literally have nothing to be nervous about. But still, something inside me is making me fire up with worry. Maybe it’s because I’m going to ask Kir to start supplying me with blood.
I’ve come to the decision last night, after the talk I had with Jake. Hearing him assure me that he’s okay with me doing what I have to do to survive, finally made me change my mind. I still don’t like blood that much, but I know it’s a way for me to assure that I’ll live.
As I knock on that door, watching the symbol of blood magic carved into the wood, I feel uneasiness in my chest. I know it’s coming from my mind, but it doesn’t make me feel any better any way. I’m ready to start doing this. At least that’s what I’ve
