The sound of faint beeping… It was annoying and the worst thing for my headache right now, the fact that my teeth kind of hurt didn't help either. I think I bit into a bone…

A bone.

Dylan's bone.



Holy shit!

My eyes flashed open, staring up at the white ceiling of the infirmary before I shot upright, hissing when I felt something sharp rip out of my arm, the beeping going flat. I looked to see that I had ripped the monitor. I scowled at it and reached out, shutting it off. I stared at the billowing purple curtains on either side of my white hospital bed. I looked down at my purple elbow-length shirt, matching black pants. Loose scrubs. I reached up and touched the side of my head, ruffling my hair before I threw the covers back. I listened to hear three other beeping of heart monitors.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and rose, peering past the curtains to the left. I didn't recognize the kid, but he had a weird smell to him. I pulled away and went to the right, catching sight of Cy, lying on the hospital bed with an oxygen mask and hooked up to a bunch of machines. His skin was almost paper white, paling by the second and almost looking invisible. His hair was growing blackish gray. He was just about dead.

It made me frown and I looked to see one last bed. I looked around the infirmary to make sure no guardians were around. Only the doctor and a male nurse were standing at the very end near the entrance with a clipboard, muttering to someone on the other side. I walked down the aisle until I came to the last bed.

There he was.

Kyler was lying on the hospital bed, hooked up to a heart monitor and an IV bag. The bruise near his eye was almost gone, he had a band aid on his cheek. His ankles and wrists were bandaged up as were his knees and elbows. From the looks of the X-rays that were hanging near his bed, whoever came in fixed his legs in a matter of seconds. I made a mental note to do something somewhat kind to whoever fixed them.

He was fast asleep with his head tilted to the side on the pillow, an arm over his stomach and the other at his side. He was breathing softly, his once black dyed hair was almost completely platinum again, which made me want to smile.

Justin told him to keep it naturally blonde.

I think Kyler always was more of a blonde.

He should stay that way. I liked it like that.

I walked over to the side of the bed and grabbed a chair, sitting down and folded my arms on the side of his bed, watching him sleep. It was kind of creepy, at least, most people would think so, but I wasn't going to leave.

Those assholes might come back or Headmaster Walker might decide Kyler was safe to use, which he wasn't.

Kyler was mine and even Walker was having trouble coming to terms with that. It was dangerous to interfere with a vampyre's life goal.

He kept breathing gently, his chest rising and falling. He sighed twice, turning his head one way to the other at some point. His fingers shifted and his legs moved a bit, but he seemed to grimace in his sleep when he did. They may be fixed, but obviously they were still sore. It made me clench my fists. I wanted to hunt those assholes down, but there was no point going at it right now.

Which also pissed me off.

I could feel a faint fire growing in my chest, heating me up as I gripped sheets in my fists, my teeth gritted. I was so focused on fuming silently that I didn't realize Kyler's eyes were flickering open until he muttered:

"Hey, prick… Stop making the room so hot…" He mumbled. I blinked and stared at him, watching those aqua green eyes stare at me past heavy lids. The only thing I could think of to say was pretty stupid.

"I think you're the one doing that." I responded. Kyler blinked and his cheeks filled with color as he scowled.

"Shut up, you're embarrassing…" He turned his head to stare up at the ceiling. I watched him, resting my chin on my knuckles now. We were silent for a while. I don't think either of us knew what to say. Even if we did, it was hard to say it… The only sound came from the whispering of the doctor and nurse, and some random stranger. The curtains gave a little billow every so often as one of the windows were open to let in some fresh air. Which was dumb because it was getting cold outside as winter was just around the corner.

"Are you cold?" I asked at last. Kyler turned his head to look at me, raising an eyebrow.

"Not really, you've heated up the room."

"Oh, all right."

More silence.

This was getting annoying and kind of uncomfortable. What was I supposed to say? Just let him know that those Three Stooges were never going to touch him again? Or maybe tell him how detention went? Hell no. That'd just make me look stupid… Stupider.

"Hey, Brandon…" Kyler said. I looked up. He was looking at me, kind of tiredly before he looked back up at the ceiling.

"Thanks for showing up late."

"Uh… Sorry. Walker had me tied up."

We both winced.

"You know what I mean." I muttered. Kyler shrugged lightly, trying not to wince obviously before he sighed.

"Yea… What the hell happened to you, huh?"

"What do you mean?"

"What happened to 'you're mine' or 'what the fuck, you crybaby, why didn't you fight longer'?" Kyler asked, staring at me now. I stared back at him, then scowled as I dropped my arms on the bed.

"Shut up. I'm not always a fucking jerk… And you're not crying this time, so that's good… And by the looks of it, you did fight back." I snapped. Kyler blinked.


"I saw Dylan's ear. You took a bite out of him."


"How'd it taste?"

"Like shit." Kyler bleched, making a face of disgust. I smirked and leaned back in my seat, putting my feet up on his bed. Kyler glared at me for it, but said nothing as I folded my arms behind my head. I glanced out the window, then frowned.

"Ah, shit." I muttered, catching sight of something. Kyler rolled his eyes.

"What now?" He demanded and sat up slowly, scooting himself up and turning to glance out the window. He stared.

"It's snowing."

"Yea." I sighed. I hated the snow. Too cold, too icy. It started out as just a couple snowflakes coming down, but soon, more followed close behind, fluttering down. I looked at Kyler as he watched it snow. He looked kind of cute, just sitting there, staring in surprise.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing, it's just… I've been here for a while or something."

"Yea, I guess so. You came in mid-fall. It's already winter."

"Feels like I've been here longer."

"Well, you're gonna be here longer, so might as well get used to it."

"Yea." Kyler sighed, closing his eyes and went to turn and lie back into bed, but I leaned forward, moving my feet off his bed. I took his face in my hands and leaned forward, kissing him on the lips gently so as not to hurt him anymore than he already was. His eyes flew open and he stared at me before they slid shut and he lifted his arms, putting them around my neck. I smirked against his lips and moved an arm around his waist, holding him. I pulled my lips away and he stared at me curiously, maybe suspiciously.

"What now?" I demanded, scowling. Kyler frowned.

"Sorry to ruin your chance at trying to rape me in a hospital bed, but what the hell happened to those…?" His voice trailed. I frowned in return before I locked eyes with him.

"Punched Rick in the nose, Chris ran, and Dylan… I don't know what happened to him."


"I don't want to talk about those three fucking losers," I muttered and reached up with one hand, running my fingers through Kyler's hair, making him blink and stare at me, "I just want to stay here with you… And… Ah, fuck it all. Kyler, I love you." I knew it would sound so weird if I said it. I felt like an idiot and wanted to take it back, but a smile curled at Kyler's lips before he started laughing.

Little shit.

"What's so funny?" I demanded in annoyance, rolling my eyes. Kyler smirked at me.

"I never thought I could see you saying something that sappy and girly."

"Oh shut up! At least I was being honest!" I snapped. Kyler stared at me now and this time, I got pleasure out of watching his face slowly grow pink, then red. He seemed to sink away from me a little bit.

"Even after all that…?"

"What are you talking about?"

"After all the shit I put you through being a pain in the ass and even after those guys…"

"What they did doesn't matter, ignore them. They don't exist anymore. I'm here and that's all that should matter to your tiny brain, human. I want you no matter what and I always will… Because you're mine." I muttered. Kyler looked at me, still blushing, which was pleasing me and making something grow stiff between my legs.

Oh shit, not here…

Wait, yes, here.

This is a good place.

I've always wanted to see what he'd look like getting screwed in a hospital bed.

"And I kind of want to screw your brains out here." I added, cocking a brow at him. Kyler's face flushed some more as he twitched, grabbing my arms as if to shove me away.

"You prick, no way! Not here," He lowered his voice and scowled, "There's two other people here and what if the doctor comes back? Not a chance… At least… Not until we get back to the dorm room, then you can do whatever you want to me."

"Seriously?" I asked, licking my lips. Kyler picked up his pillow and swatted at me with it.

"Shut up! Yes, I'm serious, now let me relax. My legs are starting to get sore again from sitting up." He snorted and threw the pillow back down before grabbing the sheets and pulling them up over his head. I rolled my eyes and leaned on the edge of the bed, lifting the sheets a little to see Kyler hiding part of his face against his pillow. I smirked and he scowled.

"Relaxing involves not freaking me out with your teeth." He muttered. I blinked, then huffed and folded my arms over my chest and leaned back in my chair again.

"My teeth are my pride and joy, human. I like to keep them nice and healthy… And sharp, so when I get you in bed, or the tub, again, I can bite you and send you into a flurry of white hot-"

"Lalalalala, I'm not listening!" Kyler yelled, pulling the sheets over his head again, his ears covered by his hands as well. I chuckled and rested an elbow on the bed before reaching out, lifting the sheets off his head again, watching him glare at me as I removed the sheets. I reached out and ruffled his hair, making him watch me suspiciously now. I leaned over the bed and kissed him again, pleased that he kissed me back before I brought my lips to his ear.

"A flurry of white hot ecstasy so that you cum a hundred times, moaning and writhing for more." I added. Kyler twitched, his face turning bright hot red.

"You-You prick! Asshole! Jerk! Leave! Now!"

"You sure?"

"No! Wait, I mean yes… No, I don't know, just shut up and sit down, don't move, don't speak!"

"I'll try, but it's gonna be hard when I see you lying on a perfectly good bed with easy-to-rip clothes."

"Oh, my god, you're such a pervert. I hate you…"

"Yea, and I hate you, but you're my property, so you can't do anything about it."

"… So?"

"So I can make you say it."

"Say what?"

"Say you're mine. I like hearing it."

"… I'm yours."

"You are."


(Don't forget to check out the next story in the series! Hellsium's Academy for Boys II: Winter Break!)