Sweating and feverish, Lucius tossed and turned in his bed, groaning as the aches in his bones became too much to bear. A syringe clutched tightly in her hand, Minerva hurried to the bed and injected one milliliter of blood into his veins. It took just a few seconds for Lucius' fever to vanish, and his once beautiful blue irises turned completely black with the pristine whites of his eyes shading red.
“Do you feel a little better now, baby?”
“It doesn't hurt anymore, but I'm still too weak to move.” Lucius felt like a little boy again. Minerva had always taken special care of him when he was ill. “What are we gonna do, Mommy?” Lucius caught himself too late. Minerva looked at him strangely for a moment but put it down to his weakened state. In truth, she had no idea what she was going to
