Allister stared down at his hand, his face filled with agony. “I almost know what you mean.”

For a split second that felt like a lifetime, his hands were painted red, his vision clouded in a red haze, and his vein burning with the blood lust. He buried his head into his hand before chugging what was left of the alcohol. His head got light for a moment before clearing up again as his blood did its job. The tips of his fang showed itself for a second but disappeared just as quickly.

“How I envy you,” Alister whispered, his voice barely audible. 

“Well I guess you won’t be eating the five-star food they serve there,” Alister said with a laugh. He tried to hide the pain but some got thought to his voice. “Anywho, the event in a week's time and until then we need to get a limo, some bodyguards, two suit, more info, and some other miscellaneous things. Hope you’re up to it old man.”