Tom once again looked at his glass. He felt a chill run down a spine as he listened. His hood sightly fell guard as it covered his eyes. He started to play with the now empty shot glass. Ok, this wasn't good. So basically the drops off were food. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to do that.<br/><br/>" So I'm basically food. Well, I sure don't want to die. Do you happen to know her name? " Tom asked. He tried not to show fear, but he could feel his heart beating against his chest. This wasn't good at all for him. He stopped playing with the shot glass before he looked at him. What would happen if he didn't gather the drops off? Would he be killed, or something? He wanted to ask him the question, but decided to to do it.<br/><br/>Tom didn't really want to be turned to one, or be killed. Drinking blood didn't seem pleasing to hin. He pulled down his hood sightly. He still had second doubts about it. He didn't really want to lure them to be killed, or possibly be food for the vampires. What was he going to do? Should he just listen to the guy, or go against what he said? He wasn't quite sure.