[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 RUSTLING DIDN'T STOP.
It was moving—fast. Leaves crunched in the distance, branches snapped, and the wind carried an eerie whistle that made the already-tense atmosphere unbearable.
Y/N didn't realise how close she had gotten to Calixto until she practically felt his breath near her ear. He, of course, looked completely unfazed, his golden eyes scanning the darkness ahead like a predator sizing up its prey.
Aisha, gripping the torch tighter, whispered, "Should we go back?"
Cressida, arms crossed, was still eerily calm. "And tell the faculty what? That we heard leaves moving?"
Julia, who had been gripping Aisha's hoodie for dear life, mumbled, "I mean... yeah? There could be a beast out here!"
Calixto rolled his eyes. "Pathetic."
Y/N shot him a glare, but before she could say anything, the noise suddenly stopped.
Dead silence.
The kind that made your skin crawl.
For a long moment, none of them spoke.
Then, without warning, the lantern's flame flickered—then died.
Darkness swallowed them whole.
"Crap—?!" Aisha's voice came first, followed by Julia's panicked whisper, "No, no, no, no, no—!"
Y/N's pulse skyrocketed. She couldn't see anything—not her hands, not her friends, not the trees around them. She reached out blindly, fingers brushing against the first thing she could find—
A firm chest.
A very solid, very male chest.
Oh.
A second later, an equally firm hand wrapped around her wrist.
Oh no.
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The darkness was too thick to see, but she knew exactly who it was. The familiar, cold touch was unmistakable. Calixto exhaled sharply. "You're clinging."
Y/N immediately let go, but his grip stayed firm around her wrist. Before she could snap at him, a low growl came from the trees ahead. Her once retracted arms again reached out for comfort; gripping onto the soft fabric of his shirt as he too snaked an arm round her shoulders.
Everyone's eyes were glued to the one spot of darkness from where the sound came. The ancient oak, its gnarled branches clawing at the moonless sky, cast an impenetrable shadow.
The rustling of leaves, usually a comforting sound in the forest, now seemed sinister. The only sound was the ragged breathing of those present and the echo of that unnerving noise.
