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AMAIRA'S POV

I sat there as Austin shook his wrist in the air, and his fingers elongated into sharp long claws.

I gulped as I see my own reflection in the blade of his nails, my heart thumping against my chest.

"A glass of blood is quite a lot." I added as I noticed him thug my arm towards him, looking for my vein.

He didn't say a word and I swallowed hard before saying again.

"At least tell me what you need my blood for before draining it out of me and Killing me."

"You won't die. I'll keep you in hibernation while I drain your blood, but there are chances you might be transported to the past before you regain conscious, so no matter what happens, do no let anyone who sees you, touch you."

"Wait what??" I say, but the next moment, he digs his claws into my arm and I scream as I watch my own blood pool into a glass cup which I hadn't even noticed was there the entire time.

There was no going back now. All I could hope for was that I remembered his warning about letting people fr