[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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BY THE TIME Y/N GOT INSIDE,
her heart was still thudding a little too loudly in her chest. She yanked her hoodie off and threw herself onto her bed, the dim dorm lights casting long shadows across the room.
Julia was already lying face-down on her mattress like a corpse. "I've decided," Julia said into her pillow. "I'm gonna be a good girl and stay in after curfew."
Y/N didn't respond. She was still thinking about everything—about the wolf, about Calixto, about the way he'd looked at her when he tied her hoodie strings.
She buried her face into her own pillow with a groan. "I hate him."
Julia didn't even look up. "Calix? He's kind of hot though."
"That's not the point."
"I didn't say it was. Just an observation."
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The next morning, it rained. Not a gentle, aesthetic drizzle—the sky opened like it was mourning something, grey and relentless.
Classes passed in a haze. Y/N couldn't focus.
The steady patter of rain traced down the long panes of glass that framed the chemistry lab like watery veins. It had been falling since dawn, grey and relentless, casting a dull hush over the building.
The room was warm from the burners and crowded with the soft murmurs of reluctant students, most of whom were too groggy or disinterested to even pretend they cared about today's experiment.
Y/N sat at her usual bench, propping her cheek against her knuckles, eyes glazed over as she stared at the faint rippling inside the beaker in front of her.
She hadn't touched the worksheet, nor had she acknowledged the substitute's attempt to explain the concept of "covalent bonds". Her mind, like the rest of her body, felt disconnected—adrift somewhere between memory and exhaustion.
Last night had not been kind.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw it—the twisted, hulking thing from the forest, its eyes glowing like two dying suns. Then she'd see the book again, its brittle parchment almost warm under her fingertips, its ink curling with secrets and symbols she still couldn't make sense of.
The others had done a fine job pretending it was nothing. Unexplainable, sure. Strange, maybe. But certainly not worth asking more questions about.
Until now, no one had actually told her not to ask.
And then the seat beside her slid back.
"Morning, lab partner."
Y/N blinked, startled out of her haze.
She turned, and there he was—Adrian—appearing as if nothing had happened, as if the world outside hadn't tilted just slightly on its axis.
