Its a blood replenisher. When you drink it, it kinda kick starts the body into make more blood.

I sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, still debating if it would be wise for me to leave. At lease it will keep the small human safe...

My sister bit Nova and forced him to drink her blood. It started the vampire's curse and I was the fool who kept feeding off of him and letting him drink from me. He's a vampire because of me...he only has one arm because I lost my temper and shattered it.

I could feel something in the depths of my soul slowly start waking up. It's deep growl vibrated in my head, it's warmth filling my bones and the feeling of soft fur brushing against my skin was comforting. Was it possible that the stigma wasn't from the dark magic alone but from whatever I had inherited from my mother?

I jumped when I felt Frodo wrap his arms around my shoulders.