Knights In Shining Armor

"Do you think it was wise to tell them that you knew Abernathy?" Christopher settled against his rolled up blanket.

The wind whipped around us and a smattering of rain fell against the tent.

"Probably not," I said, lying down beside him, allowing my thoughts to roam.

He tilted his neck, allowing me access. I sank my teeth in. As I drank, for some reason I thought about the first time I took his blood. It felt like a lifetime ago. But while I drank, I'd seen his memories. This time was the same. They flooded my mind -

Christopher was at school, walking the halls alone.

A group of guys hollered after him. He walked faster, but they followed.

The leader shoved him, sending him to the floor and his books everywhere.

My heart broke as they took turns hitting and kicking him. It seemed everyone bullied him. The guys on the motorcycle were the reason he was shot and died.

I knew he could fight, but he chose not to. That said something about him, didn't it?