Here they were again both in terrible state after a battle. Drake felt like he had drained all his energy from the attack and the effort this all took on the daylight. He felt like he was going to be sick but he kept himself together shaking his head. "If you really think me a traitor you are dumber than I thought." He spat on the ground partly to get the taste out his mouth. "Maybe I should let you bleed to death. Did you really think it was smart to lose your cool like they blasting your gun and thinking you will kill a vampire of that caliber? When your best and your sister failed too?" He shook his head even as he felt himself wanting to double over.<br/><br/>He was breathing harder but he knew it wasn't going to help. "Now you're going to get us both killed. And your sister. Use your brain for a goddamn moment, why do you think I did what I did?" He could tell Ryan was getting worse and god did the blood smell so good right now... He could feel his more feral self present his claws still out and his fangs half out if only he could take a sip... But he stayed away until the other wasn't going to maul him. "Your sister is is bad shape and you're going to die too if you keep being so careless." Drake knew be was going to live but they didn't have time to hang around here.