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We heard a knock on the door. He walked in . Allan seemed a bit like him in terms of fashion. But he was smallish and cute with the black suitcase in his hands. "Sorry I'm late..I'm Allan Steinfield", he introduced shaking hands with me. I smiled lightly, "And I guess you're Clara...he talks about you all the time".

He moved to his bed, examining his condition. "How's he now"? Cathy asked when he came out of the room. He folded his arms, looking down, "Not good. His wound is deep. He'll need some rest. I've fed him a bit of the blood from the clinic. The 24 hours from now is dangerous. You should keep a keen eye on him, in case he runs away due to your blood ".

My heart skipped a beat. I furrowed my eyebrows looking at him. "What do you mean?.

He sighed taking out some documents. "To be specific your blood saved him. But he was a human before Ian bit him when he was eight.