Its a stigma. It slowly poisons the body...a lover of mine had it...it finally killed him and it's why he requested his Heir to become a vampire. The blood, I held up the bottle, Belongs to Zak. The bag of blood, is Zak's. I need to find out why he has the stigma.

Nova cocked his head slightly, You said, life and death. Zak is dead.

I nodded and sighed, Which is why I'm worried. I don't know if it's due to the dark magic or the mixture of werewolf and vampire venom...but I know what it does to humans...who knows what it will do to Vampires.

Nova seemed shocked, he didn't speak, didn't move...just stared at the bottle of black blood.