Ever since the vampires took over your boarding school, your lives have been a living hell.

They exhaust and overtrain you.

A few days ago a virus took over the school; nausea, headache, vomitting, pneumonia...

You have barely moved the past three days.

Your currently laying on Chris's lap. Hes sitting on the couch next to the fireplace with one of his colleagues.

You keep drifting in and out of sleep but you manage to pick up parts of the conversation"They are all sick. Even that pretty little thing of yours." His friend says and takes a sip of his drink.

Chris's fingers keep stroking your hair. His hands are everywhere and your not sure you mind it. Regardless of what a terrible person he is, you can't bring myself to hate him and his touch

"I know. I injected the virus into her myself."

You freeze and you think he feels is because a minute later his friend leaves us.

"Don't take it personally, baby. I need you to build an immunity."

His lips lightly press against your forehead and he pulls a blanket over you, pulling you deeper into sleep.