[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 COURTYARD HAD NEVER FELT SO VAST—NOR SO QUIET.
Despite the number of students standing there, huddled beneath the ghostly white moonlight, an unnatural hush had fallen over them all. The usual buzz of late-night laughter, whispered confessions, and shoe-scraping chatter had been stolen, snatched clean from the air the moment Eliza Scott's lifeless body had been discovered.
She'd been laid out like some tragic offering, just steps away from the girls' dormitory entrance, the pale glow of the nearby lamp casting cruel shadows across her skin. Her eyes had been glassy. Empty.
Her throat had bled through her collar—unmistakable puncture wounds that said more than any witness could. How she had been killed, what cruel instrument had stolen her life, remained a secret swallowed by the overwhelming crimson stain
And that had been enough.
The moment her body was found, the student body had split. Not physically—at first. But in glances. In posture. In where people stood and who they stood beside.
But soon, from a slight shift of positioning and the slow partition between them; the divide grew tangible.
Humans had drawn closer to each other, whispering in frantic, low voices, hands gesturing, faces pale.
'look at her neck..'
'I can't believe we almost got used to them.'
Vampires, meanwhile, had gravitated toward their own, forming a quiet, still cluster. Tension hung thick between the two halves of the crowd like a glass wall, invisible but impossible to ignore. They wanted to deny it, but even they knew that something among them were capable of creating a mess like this.
Y/N remained rooted somewhere in the middle, not quite aligned with either side. Her breath came in shallow pulls, fogging faintly in the crisp night air. She didn't speak, couldn't move. Her eyes had found Calixto almost instantly—and they hadn't looked away since.
He stood tall, shoulders square, lips pressed into a flat line that bordered on unreadable. But Y/N could see the tightness in his jaw. The way his fingers flexed at his sides like he wanted to do something—say something—but didn't. Or couldn't.
Beside him, three other figures emerged from the shadows—Adrian, Azul, and Silas. They said nothing, simply stepping into place like pieces falling into formation. Their silence was not uncertain. It was solid.
Then, a hand slipped into hers.
"Y/N!" Julia's voice trembled slightly, but her grip was strong. "Come on."
Y/N didn't move at first. She just stood there, gaze fixed on Calixto. Their eyes met across the fractured courtyard—and for a single second, it felt like time stretched, slowed, held its breath. There was something unspoken in his expression. Something flickering just beneath the surface of his eyes.
