Before even reaching the exit, Dresto shook his head and sighed at the sound of Ashley's scream, knowing all too well that it had worked. He had no where to run. "See, told you." The vampire mumbled, getting to the door and leaning down over his pet, shaking his head and glancing up at Vergo.
"I'll take care of him. Head back, I'll see you tomorrow." Dresto grabbed Ashley's arm, pulling him harshly and glaring. "Get up. If you don't in the next minute I'lll drag you to the room." The man warned, although knew most likely he wouldn't stand. it would be difficult, his body was weak, or so it seemed, and Dresto had no intention of carrying the vampire. Dragging him back was the only option he could think of.
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~Ernest Gaines
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