"Victor." The man opened his eyes and straightened himself up with an agitated yawn, as he opened both eyes to see had a guest in his office. "We're running low on blood, we must go to the hospital and ask West if she can spare some until our shipment arrives." A much older man stated, leaning against the doorway, his fangs flashing in the low light. Victor got up with a sigh, grabbed his sword that was placed against the desk and then strapped it across his back, before the guest could reply, Victor shot him a glance and he walked out of the room and towards the exit with his companion to where the rest of their group awaited.