Victor didn't sleep the entire night after that. He would just stare at the bag, full to the brim with that beautiful substance.
He had forgotten the taste. The wildness and energy it gives you, like you're invincible. The animal in him was awakened.
The next morning, he went down to the station, to submit the evidence.
"You bastard, you were supposed to come straight back here last night!"
"I couldn't get out immediately, but the blood was there all right. Once we go in, we can prove it for sure."
Victor tossed him the bag of blood, half-empty.