𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑳𝑼𝑺𝑻 | YANDERE VAMPIRES

𝒕𝒘𝒐 | history

THE TENSION IN THE AIR WAS SUFFOCATING.

Even as students slowly filtered through the hallways, moving toward their respective classes, there was a sense of unease hanging over them. Y/N felt it pressing against her skin like static, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand.

She walked alongside Julia and Aisha, the three of them carefully weaving through the crowds. Humans stuck together in tight groups, their conversations hushed, while the vampires moved with unnerving ease, their presence impossible to ignore.

Everywhere she turned, there were more changes. Classrooms had new seating arrangements—subtly mixed between humans and vampires, forcing them together whether they liked it or not. Some teachers looked just as wary as the students, their voices stiff as they gave instructions, careful not to incite any further conflict.

Y/N had no illusions that this would last; the tension in the air hadn't settled. If anything, it had only grown thicker.

She walked briskly through the dim hallways, flanked by the other two. The changes to the school were still unnerving—tinted windows, dim lighting, and the eerie silence that stretched between the uneven clusters of students.

Humans and vampires continued to keep their distance, and from the way things were going, it would stay that way.

"First period's in the east wing" Julia muttered, glancing at her schedule. "History"

Y/N sighed.

Auragon had always been structured, orderly. But this year, schedules had been blended, forcing students from both schools to share classrooms. It was meant to bridge the gap between humans and vampires, but so far, all it had done was put them in uncomfortable proximity to each other.

Y/N had barely stepped into the classroom when she felt it. A shift.

The room was half-filled, but the division was already clear. Humans occupied one side, vampires the other. Despite the space available, no one dared cross that invisible boundary.

"Let's sit at the back.." Julia murmured, already moving.

Y/N followed, slipping into a seat near the window. She kept her eyes forward, pretending not to notice the way the vampires' low, hushed conversations felt heavier than the humans' frantic whispers.

Predators among prey.

One human student murmured. "Remember how humans and vampires have been trying to kill each other for centuries.."

"Yeah? and who says it's over?" a vampire student retorted.

Y/N barely heard them. Her mind was elsewhere—still caught on what had happened in the assembly.

That stare.

It had felt intrusive, like she had been stripped bare under his gaze, exposed in a way that left her rattled. And the worst part? She didn't even know his name.

Yet, somehow, she knew this wouldn't be the last time their paths would cross.

★

Rather than allowing them the peace to sit freely, their teacher had reordered them into a seating plan. The seating arrangement was even worse than she had imagined. 

Instead of keeping the humans on one side and the vampires on the other, the desks had been alternated—human, vampire, human, vampire.

Aisha was the first to react. "Oh, hell no."

"Miss Karim" their teacher, a sharp-eyed woman named Mrs Langford, glanced up from her desk, unimpressed. "You'll sit where you're assigned."

Julia nudged Y/N, whispering, "We're actually going to die this year.."

Y/N wasn't sure if she was joking or not.

With no other choice, they made their way to their seats. Y/N checked the board, her gaze moving across the desks until she spotted her name. Right next to—

"Y/N?" her head snapped towards the call.

Like the faint hue of evening sun as it hits the clouds, his blonde tousled hair framed sharp features, and his skin was unnervingly pale, almost like he had been sculpted from marble. His eyes—those pale shaded orbs of yellow—flickered toward her the second she stopped in front of her seat.

The corner of his brows twitched.

"We meet again, little human." the way he said it sounded like he spat with venom.

Y/N forced herself to move, setting her bag down with deliberate care. She ignored him, settling into her seat without a word.

He scoffed. "Not even a hello?"

She kept her gaze forward, gripping her pen tightly.

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping just enough for only her to hear. "You were staring earlier, you know."

Y/N tensed. "And—?"

"Mind your fucking own, brainless bitch." His scowl deepened.

Her jaw clenched. Oh, she already hated him.

Before she could snap back, Mrs Langford clapped her hands. "Settle down, everyone. As you all know, this is the first time in history that both humans and vampires will be learning together. Given that, we'll be starting with a fitting topic—The Human-Vampire War of 1876."

Aisha groaned audibly, which could be heard across the room.

★

Mrs Langford continued, ignoring her. "This war marked one of the bloodiest conflicts in history. Humans sought to eradicate vampires, believing them to be a threat, while vampires retaliated for survival. Today, we will discuss the first major battle..."

Y/N tried to focus, but she could still feel his presence beside her, like a shadow creeping into her space. He wasn't even doing anything—just sitting there, watching, waiting.

Eventually, she couldn't take it anymore.

"What?" she hissed under her breath, finally turning to glare at him.

The vampire—who had been resting his chin lazily against his hand—only glared harder. "Nothing."

Her fingers twitched around her pen. "What's your name?" she demanded.

He arched a brow, clearly amused by her irritation.

"Calixto—Calixto Antoniou."