Draco
Eduard clawed at his own neck, then pushed it against Andvari’s mouth. “Drink. Dammit, Andvari. Drink!”
Sawyer knelt by Andvari’s side, holding onto his limp hand, tears streaming down his face.
Sawyer scrambled to move, his limbs clumsy. “Rub his throat. Watch me.”
He showed Sawyer how he was moving, sliding his fingers up and down and helping the muscles contract. “Keep doing it, okay?”
Sawyer nodded. “Draco, is he…”
“He’s going to be fine. He’s getting dragon and griffin blood. Best vintage on the planet.”
He shifted enough for his fingers to change to claws, and then sliced his own neck. He lowered his throat to Andvari’s mouth, listening to Sawyer desperately beg him to swallow even as he continued to work Andvari’s throat.
“His chest… it doesn’t look as bad,” Sawyer said.
Draco’s head was spinning. He had no idea how long he’d been giving but he had to stop. But the hole was still there and that wasn’t good.
“Move, Draco.”
Henry ran from the house with one of Eduard’s daggers clenched in his hand. His knees hit the ground by Andvari’s head and he dragged the blade down his wrist several inches.
“Henry, no!”
“Move it.”
Henry’s eyes were glowing blue and he lowered his wrist to Andvari’s mouth. Sawyer was still massaging his throat. Draco moved away, collapsing next to Eduard on the ground.
“Come on, Andi. Come back to us.” Henry ran his hand over Andvari’s head and Sawyer whispered against his ear.
“We need you. Come on.”
“It’s closing,” Henry said.
Sawyer kept talking even as Draco found it harder and harder to focus. He’d given up a lot of blood and even though the wound had already closed, he was weaker than he wanted to be.
“That’s it. Come on. You can do it.”
Henry gasped and Draco opened his eyes again to see that Andvari had latched onto Henry’s wrist and was pulling desperately at the wound.
“Fuck, he’s going to take too much,” Draco said sharply. He pushed himself up, but Sawyer had already intervened.
“Andi, let him go.”
Andvari opened his mouth at Sawyer’s whispered command and Henry lifted his bloody wrist away. Sawyer offered his own in return. “Here. Go on. You need more and I’m the only one left to give it.”
Andvari made a desperate noise and bit down. Sawyer hissed, but rubbed his free hand gently over Andvari’s head.
Draco forced himself to move, just in case, but he knew Andvari would never hurt Sawyer.
He’d never take too much. He looked down at the once gaping hole and saw the patching of new skin.
Vampires’ healing abilities were extraordinary, at least if they had a supply of blood nearby.
Draco doubted he would have survived the injury if he hadn’t had the powerful blood of a dragon and a griffin on tap.
“That’s it,” Sawyer whispered. “Okay, enough now.”
Andvari opened his mouth and released Sawyer’s wrist. He looked weak, and extremely pale, but he wasn’t dead. Sawyer turned to Draco and he finally saw the fear in Sawyer’s eyes.
“Can you help me get them inside?”
Draco nodded and forced himself to his feet.
“Cecil!” Sawyer called for the butler, which Draco had never heard him do before, and Cecil opened the door immediately, obviously waiting for orders. “Help us get them inside, please. I can’t… I can’t pick them up on my own.”
Draco knelt beside Andvari and helped him to a sitting position.
Sawyer got under his other arm and together they guided him to his feet.
Henry was able to stand, but he was swaying as he made his way over to Eduard, who was barely conscious.
Cecil helped them get Eduard up and moving toward the house.
They stumbled through the front door, and Draco stared at the stairs with a grimace.
Andvari was heavy, but Sawyer would want them all together and their bed in the master was the only place big enough.
Draco knew he’d collapse for a while once he made it.
He pulled on his reserves and lifted Andvari into his arms.
“Draco!”
“Move, Sawyer. I need to get him upstairs. Help with Eduard.”
Sawyer grunted his disapproval but listened. Cecil was barely managing under Eduard’s weight so Sawyer took his place and they guided him to the stairs. Draco managed to get Andvari onto the bed without incident, then he face-planted beside him with a groan.
Sawyer guided Eduard to the bed as well, but he’d at least recovered enough to maintain his gracefulness. Eduard lay down with a quiet sigh, his eyes drifting closed the moment his head landed on a pillow. Henry crawled in beside him, sandwiching himself between Eduard and Draco.
Draco looked at Sawyer who stood beside the bed with tears in his eyes. “I’ve got to get Cecil to bandage my arm. I’ll be right back, okay?”
Draco nodded and let his eyes slip closed. He hated leaving Sawyer unprotected, but knew he’d never leave the house now. Hell, he might never leave it again.