Chapter 97

Jacques groaned, his head throbbing as consciousness slowly returned. He blinked, trying to clear the fog from his vision. Everything around him was a blinding white, so bright it made his eyes water.

"What the fuck?" he muttered, pushing himself up to a sitting position. He looked down, realizing he was dressed in white clothes that weren't his own. The bed beneath him was white too, as were the walls surrounding him.

"Eugene?" he called out. "You here?"

A grunt came from his left. Jacques turned to see Eugene sprawled on an identical white bed, rubbing his eyes.

"Jesus Christ," he grumbled. "Did we die and go to heaven?"

"If this is heaven, I want a refund."

Eugene sat up, taking in their surroundings. "Where the hell are we?"

"Your guess is as good as mine," Jacques replied, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. His bare feet touched cold, smooth floor. "Last thing I remember is that vampire asshole finding us."