He walked up to my bed, juice in his hands. As he came closer, he pulled a spoon out his back pocket, pouring juice on it. Carefully, he put one single drop on my cheek. It was absorbed into my skin. I started growing wrinkles on my face, starting to grow old. The drying in my throat awoke me straight away. When I opened my eyes, I saw Eugene holding tomato juice in his hand. Oh no! My mum told me never to touch this, as it was deadly to my health.
"How could you?" I said over my old voice. He kneeled down before me and said "You see, I don't care about beloveds, all I want is your blood. You don't run out of it you see, so you have to go. Sorry" My face stared at him angrily. Sorry! Is that all he has to say?! Sorry!?" Before I could grab him, I disappeared in mid air, leaving him alone in the room. My dead body spirit appeared on the bed, blood rushing through it.
"The Job Is Done!"
And It was true...
Or was It?