Robbie crossed the room in three strides and knelt beside her. Briskly, as if hed done this kind of thing before, he began rolling up the cuff of one pant leg, the one that Ethan had bit her through.

"S-somethings wrong w-with Ethan. Why... Why w-would he do t-that?!" She said shakily, still covering the wound.

"That wasnt your brother," Robbie muttered as 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. Ill be right back."

'That wasn't Ethan?... Then what was that?!' She thought to herself, she continued to shake a little.

Walking to his backpack, he opened it and pulled out a long, green-tinted bottle and a tiny crystal cup. Why was he going for champagne now? 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?"

She took the cup.
"Second d-drawer by the sink." She took a sip of the drink.

The liquid in the cup was a deep, dark red, the color of blood. A fine mist writhed and danced on the surface.

Robbie got a white towel. The 'wine' filled her mouth, flooding her senses. It tasted of nothing, and everything. It tasted of twilight and mist, moonlight and frost, emptiness and longing. The room swayed. Reality blurred at the edges, wrapping her in a fuzzy haze.

She started to feel it.
'W-what did he give me...' She asked herself, opening her eyes a little, gently.

By the time her senses cleared, Robbie was tying a bandage around her leg.

"There," Robbie said, straightening up. "Thats done. At least your leg wont fall off." His eyes swept up to hers, anxious and assessing. "Howre you feeling, princess?"

"G-good? I... I think..." She was still trying to figure out what the drink was.
Her eyes showed a little bit of fear.