"Woah, you're a hunk." He said. "Do you want money?" Check my back pocket, take what you want, and leave me alone."
"I'm not looking for money." The beast had responded with a retort. "I'm after your blood." The alcoholic had fought to a sitting position at that point, and the glazed expression had vanished from his eyes. He took in what was in front of him, a horribly deformed creature with knobby joints and fur patches. Two tails swished excitedly behind it, and the face was oddly shaped like a leopard's and a man's.
"How do I know who you are?" "I'm trembling," the drunk said. “I don’t know.” It said.
"What are you looking for?" he asked, almost sobbing.
"I already told you. It's in your blood. I'm in desperate need of it."
"Find the blood of someone else!" Mine is extremely valuab
