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Pablo was on top of Marcel's body, a trickle of blood was running from his wrist and falling directly into the boy's mouth. He was pale, without a pulse or breathing, he was as dead as could be expected, but that didn't mean the Vampire was giving up hope.

"Come on man, don't let me down, react, damn it..."

The minutes passed without any reaction. Had he been too late? Luckily Marcel's mouth contracted a little. It could have been a death rattle, but Pablo could only think about saving his friend at that moment.

As if he had been suddenly pulled out of death, Marcel opened his eyes wide, although at that moment he was only thinking about drinking, drinking all that blood. His body was wounded and bruised, his senses were going to need everything he had at hand to hold on to life, it was that simple, the only thing that kept him connected to this world was that precious blood.