"Just get down here," he muttered, dragging her back down the stairs before going back to Lise's side.

He pushed back the material, revealing a bloody mess below her knee. An oval of jagged puncture wounds marred her leg, seeping blood, and the skin around them was already purpling. Rob whistled softly. "Nasty. Wait here. I'll be right back."

She nodded, not really able to do anything else.

As soon as hes left the room she resumes searching for the thing that attacked her sister.

She didn't bother calling out to her.

Walking to his backpack, he opened it and pulled out a long, green-tinted bottle and a tiny crystal cup. With the utmost care, Robbie poured the champagne into the cup and walked back, being careful not to spill a single drop. "Here," he said, giving it to her. The cup sparkled in his hand. "Drink this. Where do you keep the towels?"

So far, no luck. Where had he gone to?

She took the cup, a bit confused as to why he gave her this. She then pointed at the towel closet. " O-over there...''

She searches Ethans room.

Rob went to the closet to get one. Inside the cup, there was barely enough for a swallow. It didn't look like champagne. The liquid in the cup was a deep, dark red, the color of blood. A fine mist writhed and danced on the surface.

A growl emitted from his room

,, Stop hiding, you [beep]ing coward!! ,, Isiea snarls angrily.

She was hesitant, but...she trusted Robbie. Surprisingly. She brought it to her lips, and drunk the strange liquid.