[yandere!vampires x fem!reader]
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when the union if two schools, one embodied by humans, the other - vampires - causes four vampires to grow a deep rooted; and obsessive devotion towards one human girl.
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THE CAFETERIA WAS DEAD SILENT.
The kind of silence that stretched too long, too tense, filled only by the sound of heavy breathing and the faint, distant drip of something—blood?—hitting the floor.
Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she stared at the scene before her.
Calixto stood completely at ease, his golden eyes burning into hers, his lips still curled into that slow, knowing smile. Before they looked back at the other student.
The human student he had thrown across the room lay crumpled on the floor, groaning in pain.
No one moved. No one spoke.
Y/N could feel every human student in the room waiting, holding their breath, praying that this wouldn't escalate further. But of course, it did.
A figure stirred from the vampire's side of the room.
Silas.
His chair scraped against the tiled floor as he stood up, the sound slicing through the suffocating silence like a knife. He walked forward, slow and deliberate, his dark eyes locked onto the student on the floor.
Then he crouched down.
Y/N watched, horrified, as Silas reached out—not with his hands, but with just a finger under the student's chin, tilting his face up as he flinched.
Silas smiled, "Fucking pathetic human." his voice was quiet, but in the absolute silence of the cafeteria, it carried like a gunshot.
Y/N's stomach twisted. someone please do something.
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Azul spoke, "We're really going to start fights on the first day?" his voice was calm, bored—like he was talking about the weather.
Calixto didn't break eye contact with the slumped guy, didn't even blink. "I barely touched him" he murmured.
Aisha gripped Y/N's wrist under the table. Her fingers were cold. "This is bad.." she whispered.
"You should apologize" a new voice said suddenly.
Y/N's breath hitched.
The words had come from another human.
A senior boy—tall, broad-shouldered, and stupidly brave—stood from one of the nearby tables, fists clenched at his sides. His friends looked at him like he had lost his damn mind.
Marcus Ford
Silas tilted his head. "Excuse me?"
The senior swallowed hard but didn't back down. "I said, you should apologise."
A sharp, low laugh rang through the air.
Adrian.
His lazy smirk was still in place, his dark eyes flickering with something cold and dangerous.
