Micha shrugged. "Whatever you need. I'll be back I need to get some uh-blood. Meet you at the register, and don't talk to anyone." With that said Micha handed Vivian his debit card and walked off to the isle marked as 'blood'. The veins around Micha's eyes flared as they always do when he is in this part of a store. His nose flooded with a thousand different scents. Every drop of blood was stored in small vials containing about 1 ounce of blood per vial. Micha walked to the blood vials labeled as O negative. He could tell by the scent that this blood is from an animal or was made in a lab. Micha picked the blood up and headed back for Vivian.