"Why should I help you?" I hiss through the tiger mouth. "You're trying to kill my friend"
"We were sent here to collect some of his blood....... we can't think of any other way besides killing" the suicidal mutters as I circle it my claws out and scratching into the floor boards.
"You could try asking" I hiss glaring at him with my silver eyes.
"Yeah, well we thought of something better..... ask you to get it" he says.
"You must be kidding, I don't deal with suicidal's"
"How about an old friend?" I turn at the voice....... one I only heard once before.