It seems they would have to choice but to once more trust each other as Drake moved to try and help Charlie. She felt so heavy in that moment and Drake was so goddamn weak and feeling out of breath. Fucking hell this was going to be a nightmare but he had to do it they had no choice. Drake pulled on all the strength inside of him and mustered up the ability to pull the other up from the couch having to rely on his strength alone. The desire to feed was getting to be a lot and he knew he had to get to a blood source and soon.<br/><br/>Losing his mind to bloodlust was a real danger and then he wouldn’t know who he would attack of what he would do in an effort to survive. For now he was still clinging to the feeling of his human sanity but he could also sense just how cold and weak the body of the girl in his arms was. He should have been more careful and brought some blood with him. The guard they had left at the bottom of the steps was gone even as he tried to move as fast as possible.