𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑳𝑼𝑺𝑻 | YANDERE VAMPIRES

𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 | threat

CALIXTO ANTONIOU.

It suited him—sharp, foreign, and laced with something dangerous.

Yet, it didn't matter—cause she wasn't interested in knowing him. If she could, she'd pretend he didn't exist. But that was impossible when she could feel his gaze on her.

Even as Miss Langford continued her lecture, Calixto's presence loomed beside her, his stare a weight against her skin.

Y/N kept her eyes locked on the front of the classroom, pretending to focus, but the tension between them was palpable.

"Vampires suffered heavy losses during the early battles," Ms. Langford went on, clicking to the next slide. "Humans, despite being weaker, had the advantage of strategy and numbers. They nearly wiped out an entire vampire bloodline—"

A scoff from behind.

"Because you humans play dirty," a vampire student muttered under his breath.

A human girl snapped back, "And vampires don't?"

A few murmurs spread across the room.

"Enough." Miss Langford warned. "This is history, not a battlefield. You will all act like scholars, not soldiers; and not enemies."

Y/N's grip tightened on her pen. not enemies.

She sneaked a glance at Calixto, only to find him smirking. His golden eyes flickered, as if reading her thoughts, and she looked away instantly.

He liked this—the power, the tension, the way he got under her skin.

★

The moment the bell rang, Y/N shoved her books into her bag and stood up, eager to get out, but she barely took a step before he was there, blocking her path.

"Going somewhere, little human?"

Y/N exhaled sharply, already exhausted by his presence. She lifted her gaze, only to be met with his—those sharp, cloudy eyes, burning like wildfire beneath the dim classroom lights.

"I don't have time for this" she muttered, trying to step around him.

A pale, slender hand shot out, gripping the strap of her bag and yanking her back.

Y/N stumbled, her breath catching.

"Watch it." His voice was a low growl, rough around the edges. "I'm not done"

"Then what do you want?" she snapped, yanking her bag out of his grip. "Piss the fuck off asshole.."

His expression darkened, amusement vanishing in an instant. The shift was unsettling—one second he was toying with her, the next he looked like he wanted to tear her apart.

"You've got a sharp tongue" he mused, tilting his head slightly, his voice edged with something cold. "Shame it won't save you."

Y/N stiffened. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Calixto's lips curled into a slow, mocking smirk. "You'll find out soon enough."

Before she could respond, a voice cut through the room.

"Still playing with your food, Calix?"

Y/N turned toward the sound.

Three figures stood near the door—three more fucking vampires??? 

watching the interaction with evident amusement.

One of them leaned lazily against the wall, his dark eyes scanning Y/N with disinterest, running a hand through his brown hair. Another drummed his fingers against his arm, expression unreadable with his icy blue eyes. The last one—tall and broad-shouldered—let out a short laugh, arms crossed.

★

Her stomach twisted.

Y/N had already met Calixto—and he was bad enough on his own.

Now, there were four of them.

"Didn't think you'd take an interest in a human so quickly" the tall one said, his voice cool, detached. "That's new."

The brunette scoffed. "More like pathetic." His cold gaze flicked to Y/N, unimpressed. "What's so special about this one?"

What the hell am I here for..

But the way they were all looking at her now—with varying degrees of amusement, boredom, and mild irritation—made her feel like she was something.

Something they didn't like.

Something they wanted to break.

Calixto didn't respond right away. He just watched her, tilting his head slightly, like he was still deciding something.

Then, slowly, his smirk widened.

"Nothing" he finally said, eyes gleaming with malice. "She's just another weak little human pretending she belongs here."

Y/N felt her nails dig into her palms.

"And yet, you're the one wasting your time talking to me" she shot back. "So what does that say about you?"

Silence.

For a moment, just a moment, she thought she had won.

Then, Calixto snickered "You hear that?" He glanced at the others, as if sharing some inside joke. "She thinks she's clever."

The tall one let out a soft chuckle, eyes dark with something she couldn't quite name. The brunette didn't even bother to hide his smirk; and the other just sneered.

Y/N suddenly felt very, very small.

"You don't get it, do you?" Calixto murmured, stepping forward.

He didn't touch her this time. He didn't have to.

Just the way he looked at her—the way he stood so close, forcing her to tilt her chin up to meet his gaze—was enough.

"You don't belong here, little human," he said softly. "And we're going to make sure you remember that."

Her breath caught.

"Let's go."

Calixto didn't wait for a response. He turned sharply, walking toward the door, shoving past her hard enough for her to stumble. One flashed her a lazy grin before disappearing through the doorway; another lingered for a second longer, gaze flicking over her as if committing her to memory, before he too was gone.

Just like that, they left. And Y/N? She was fuming.

She had expected the vampires to be arrogant. She had expected them to be distant, cold, dismissive.

But she hadn't expected them to target her specifically, not like that especially.

Her jaw clenched. 

at my school?!

She didn't know why they had singled her out, but one thing was certain.

This wasn't over.