Flee to look for her daughter

Cortney bolts for the door, her shoulder slamming into the wood just as the locks click home—the frame splinters, but holds. She spins, eyes scanning for another exit, but the windows are barred and the infected students are stripping thr none infected who now seem to be compliantwith hazed eyes.,

and in the chaos she spots Hannah Verrn and her dwarfish friend Katie, both completely naked, their clothes discarded in a heap near the desk. A male vampire student with dark, slicked-back hair and pale, chiseled features has his arms around them, his fangs grazing Katie's short neck while his free hand cups Hannah's breast, squeezing gently as she moans and presses her body against his. Katie is even smaller, her body childlike but her eyes glassy with pleasure as the vampire lifts her easily, her stubby legs wrapping around his waist while Hannah's fingers intertwine with his other hand. The three move together, a tangle of pale flesh and dark hunger, their groans mixing with the sounds of other transformations filling the room. Cortney watches, horrified and fascinated, as the vampire's eyes flash crimson and his tongue traces Katie's collarbone, leaving a trail of saliva that gleams in the fluorescent light. Hannah's head falls back, her throat exposed, and she whispers, "Yes, please," as the vampire's fangs descend toward her pulse point.

Hannah's body arches as the vampire's fangs sink deep into her throat, a shudder of pure ecstasy passing through her before her eyes snap open—black with crimson irises, her own fangs extending as her skin pales and he pulls away from her neck with a wet, tearing sound. Without hesitation, she turns to Katie, still held against the vampire's chest, her small legs dangling. Hannah lowers her head, her tongue, now forked and impossibly long and cold, tracing a slow, deliberate circle around Katie's nipple before she begins to lap at Katie's, tender flesh, her eyes locked with Katie's hazy gaze, a silent promise of shared hunger and desire passing between them.

"I have to get out of here and find my daughter destiny before others like them finds her" thinks Cortney, slightly arroused from watching Hannah and her friend Katie, their bodies writhing against the vampire's dark form, the wet sounds of Hannah's tongue on Katie's skin echoing in her ears. She forces herself to look away, to ignore the heat pooling low in her belly, and scans the room for anything useful—a fire extinguisher, a broken chair leg, anything. Her eyes land on a metal paperweight on her desk, heavy and sharp-edged, and she lunges for it just as a naked male student, his body lean and hungry, intercepts her, his hands gripping her waist, his mouth already descending toward her neck. Cortney swings the paperweight, catching him in the temple , the others seem not to notice or care at the moment. She kicks off her heels, grabs her purse, and darts for the broken door, her mind fixed on one thought alone: Destiny, her daughter, 18 years old and a student here.