113|| Is it over?

"C'mon, you know it's not that easy," Nathan chuckled. "How am I sure you didn't put someone else's blood in there? I can't trust you, you see-"

Leroy threw the suitcase at him and he caught it with both hands. His face split into a wide smile as he set the box down and sank to his knees, glancing at Leroy to make sure he was still in one place. He opened the suitcase and his eyes widened, brightening even further like he was staring at a box of gold.

"Ha!" he grabbed a bag and brought it to his nose. It smelled fresh. He bit a small corner and took a small sip. He groaned as the familiar feeling rushed to him and the next thing he knew he was taking longer than a sip.

He just couldn’t stop. He sucked the bag with all his might like he couldn't get enough or control his urges. He needed more, yes! This cool water to the fire burning in his throat.

He felt the boost in his energy and his wounds started to heal, to close. This was a hundred times better than just taking a little sip fro