[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 NEXT MORNING,
the entire campus was still buzzing about last night's announcement. Students whispered over breakfast, sneaking glances at the head table where the faculty sat stiffly, their expressions unreadable.
Even the vampires, usually exuding effortless confidence, looked unsettled.
Y/N stirred her cereal absentmindedly, barely registering Julia's ongoing rant.
"I'm just saying!" Julia huffed, stabbing at her fruit cup with unnecessary aggression. "If there was a monster in the forest, shouldn't we like—I don't know—be learning how to defend ourselves instead of being locked inside like fragile little dolls?"
"That would imply the school actually cares about us." Aisha muttered, sipping her tea.
Cressida, as always, was eerily calm. "Maybe they do" she said, setting down her spoon delicately. "Or maybe they just don't want to cause panic."
Y/N scoffed. "Too late for that."
She wasn't the only one who felt it. Every student seemed more on edge than usual, their eyes darting toward the exits, toward the windows, toward the forest.
It wasn't just what had happened—it was the fact that no one was explaining it.
BRRRING!
The bell rang, signalling the start of first period. The girls groaned as they gathered their things.
"Meet you girlies at lunch!" Julia said, nudging Y/N. "We can keep our eyes peeled for any supernatural weirdness."
"Right, because that's in short supply around here." Y/N deadpanned before heading off to class.
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The second Y/N stepped into the science lab, she immediately sensed something was off.
The usual seating arrangement—where she sat comfortably next to some quiet human girl who never asked her to do much—had been changed. Instead, she saw the worst possible sight: a seating plan displayed on the board at the front of the classroom.
Oh no.
"Ugh" she groaned, rushing to check where she'd been assigned.
Her eyes scanned the list, her stomach dropping at the name next to hers:
[Y/N L/N]—[Adrian Laine]
Y/N glanced around the room, spotting him instantly.
He was tall. Very tall.
Broad-shouldered, and somehow even more unapproachable than the others. His dark hair was slightly tousled, like he hadn't bothered to fix it that morning, that lightly laid against his tanned skin.
