Jolta's wrists and arms were bloody by the time fangs sank in to the younger girl's neck....except they weren't his.<br/>Athren had finally woken up and pushed himself over Jolta in one foul motion, snapping his jaws down on the smaller female's throat, draining her as much as he could manage, his arms tight around her torso as he rested atop her.<br/><br/>Jolta, on the other hand, slowly started to lose consciousness, his pet snake completely helpless were it was.