Game of the Vampires

Chapter 24:

     I looked at Col as he stared down at Dylan's crumpled body. I blinked a few times, trying to focus on his face that was becoming blurry.

     I then looked down at the tin in my hand. I was surprised that the tin was still somehow in my hold. Most of the liquid had been spilled on the ground.

     I stared down at the liquid, and I was about to lift it to my lips. In the blink of an eye, Col yanked the liquid from my grip.

     He lifted it up and wafted it. He frowned down at the liquid and tossed it as far as he could. A small whimper escaped my lips as the tin flew out of sight.

     I frowned up at Col, jabbing my index finger in his chest.

     "You... you death of joy." I briefly noted that my voice sounded slurred.

     "You're welcome," he muttered, rolling his eyes. "Apparently, the boy's plans were to get you drunk off alcoholic berries."

     I frowned. I didn't doubt what Col told me. It wouldn't surprise me. I knew there was something about Dylan. Still, I was mad at Col. He was ruining the effects of the drink.

     The drink had helped dull my thoughts. I hadn't thought of anything that had been going. I was only focusing on the now. However, the effects were fading and everything was rushing back.

     "What are you doing out here?" he asked, brows knitting together.

     I frowned as I started to take a step towards him. Unfortunately, there was a limb right in my pathway. I tripped over the stick and started to fall. Before I could hit the ground, Col caught me in his arms.

     I looked up at him and smirked. "Having fun. Same thing I was doing before you came over and killed my joy."

     I stuck my tongue out and giggled.

     Col inclined his head to the gathering a few miles away. "The bonfire?"

     I sent him a teasing smile. "When the cats are away, the mice will play."

     I winked at him before pulling myself away. As soon as his strong arms left me, I stumbled to the ground.

     I groaned before pushing myself up. I swatted Col's hand away as he tried to help me up.

     Col sighed. "Stubborn as ever."

     I stood to my feet, but I still felt dizzy. I settled on leaning against a tree to keep my balance.

     Col inclined his head towards Dylan's form. "And him?"

     I shrugged. "At least he got me a drink," I giggled.

     Col moved to tower over me, pressing me against the tree trunk. His eyes narrowed as he looked down at me.

     I poked him playfully in the rib. "Ease up there, big guy. I can take care of myself."

     I pulled out my jagged metal piece from my pocket. I almost dropped it, but I caught it.

     "See." I lazily smiled up at him in triumph.

     Col rolled his eyes.

     At that moment, Dylan groaned. He started to lift himself up. Instead, Col sent a hard blow to his head. Dylan sunk back to the ground and let out a snore. 

     My lips parted in shock as I stared down at the unconscious boy. I then swung my glare up to Col as anger washed over me.

     "What was that?! He's barely even conscious!"