Page 171 of The Chosen One Universe: Volume One

Draco

Draco fell to his knees beside Andvari’s still form. The vampire had lost too much blood, the gaping hole in his chest still pulsing. “Fuck!”

Eduard clawed at his own neck, then pushed it against Andvari’s mouth. “Drink. Dammit, Andvari. Drink!”

The blood pooled in his mouth, the last vestiges of consciousness having left him when he hit the ground. Draco massaged his throat, forcing the blood to comply.

Sawyer knelt by Andvari’s side, holding onto his limp hand, tears streaming down his face.

Draco kept rubbing, forcing Andvari’s throat to take the blood. Eduard grew pale, his blood still pouring from the wound in his neck. Draco pulled him away, then tugged off his shirt and pressed it against the wound. “Don’t drain yourself, idiot. Sawyer, get up here.”

Sawyer scrambled to move, his limbs clumsy. “Rub his throat. Watch me.”

He showed Sawyer how he was moving, sliding his fingers up and down and helping the muscles contract. “Keep doing it, okay?”

Sawyer nodded. “Draco, is he…”

“He’s going to be fine. He’s getting dragon and griffin blood. Best vintage on the planet.”

He shifted enough for his fingers to change to claws, and then sliced his own neck. He lowered his throat to Andvari’s mouth, listening to Sawyer desperately beg him to swallow even as he continued to work Andvari’s throat.

“His chest… it doesn’t look as bad,” Sawyer said.

Draco’s head was spinning. He had no idea how long he’d been giving but he had to stop. But the hole was still there and that wasn’t good.

“Move, Draco.”

Henry ran from the house with one of Eduard’s daggers clenched in his hand. His knees hit the ground by Andvari’s head and he dragged the blade down his wrist several inches.

“Henry, no!”

“Move it.”

Henry’s eyes were glowing blue and he lowered his wrist to Andvari’s mouth. Sawyer was still massaging his throat. Draco moved away, collapsing next to Eduard on the ground.

“Come on, Andi. Come back to us.” Henry ran his hand over Andvari’s head and Sawyer whispered against his ear.

“We need you. Come on.”

“It’s closing,” Henry said.

Sawyer kept talking even as Draco found it harder and harder to focus. He’d given up a lot of blood and even though the wound had already closed, he was weaker than he wanted to be.

“That’s it. Come on. You can do it.”

Henry gasped and Draco opened his eyes again to see that Andvari had latched onto Henry’s wrist and was pulling desperately at the wound.

“Fuck, he’s going to take too much,” Draco said sharply. He pushed himself up, but Sawyer had already intervened.

“Andi, let him go.”

Andvari opened his mouth at Sawyer’s whispered command and Henry lifted his bloody wrist away. Sawyer offered his own in return. “Here. Go on. You need more and I’m the only one left to give it.”

Andvari made a desperate noise and bit down. Sawyer hissed, but rubbed his free hand gently over Andvari’s head.

Draco forced himself to move, just in case, but he knew Andvari would never hurt Sawyer. He’d never take too much. He looked down at the once gaping hole and saw the patching of new skin. Vampires’ healing abilities were extraordinary, at least if they had a supply of blood nearby. Draco doubted he would have survived the injury if he hadn’t had the powerful blood of a dragon and a griffin on tap.

“That’s it,” Sawyer whispered. “Okay, enough now.”