He choked and spat out a mouthful of blood. It was thick and dark like his body was trying to expel the poison.
The vampire chuckled. “Seems like they went the extra mile with a bit of wolfsbane. Bravo.”
“Candido, answer me!” I cried, shaking him. “You have to wake up! You have to fight it! You have to!”
But he said nothing. I kept screaming at him, telling him to snap out of it. Candido was too strong to be taken out by a bullet, to be taken out by anything. He promised to always protect me. How could he do that if he died? What would I do if he died here?
I shook him again. “Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!”
“He needs medical attention,” Vanessa said stiffly. “I’m calling for a medic.”
“Good luck,” the vampire said. “They won’t make it in time, and I have no problem with letting him die
