[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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NIGHT HAD LONG CLAIMED THE HALLS OF AURAGON.
The once-glimmering moon now hovered half-obscured by clouds. The warmth from earlier in the day had vanished entirely, replaced by the sort of creeping cold that pressed against the windows and seeped through even the thickest curtains.
All four girls were supposedly asleep.
The heater purred quietly in the corner, a monotonous sound that usually blurred into the background of sleep—but tonight, it seemed almost too loud.
The dorm room was wrapped in shadows softened only by the dim golden wall light near Aisha's bed, still left on—her Biology textbook open on her chest, her glasses askew on the bridge of her nose.
Aisha had fallen asleep mid-revision, her posture tense even in unconsciousness. Julia was curled beneath her duvet, arms wrapped tight around herself, her face slack but pale—still pale from earlier, when she'd nearly screamed herself hoarse at the party.
It was just after ten when Y/N stirred—barely a twitch at first, her body half-asleep beneath the weight of the duvet.
But some primal instinct stirred her before her mind caught up. A hush in the air. A draft that slipped unnaturally past the sealed windows. And when her eyes finally opened, she saw it;
The bed across from hers. The one with the expensive satin pillows, the faint scent of Cressida's perfume still lingering like a ghost.
Empty.
Not just empty—untouched. The sheets were pulled back, the pillow fluffed and smoothed. A trickle of unease slithered down Y/N's spine as she sat up fully, her tea-stained mug still on the nightstand beside her.
The clock on her desk blinked 10:07PM in soft blue digits.
Y/N sat up slowly, the chill in the air biting against her bare arms. Her heart knocked once. Twice.
A hollow feeling unfurled in her chest.
Cressida wouldn't leave.. Not after what happened to Eliza. Right?
She slipped quietly out of bed and crossed the room barefoot, her steps ghost-like on the wooden floor. She opened the door to the common room, and just as she suspected—it was empty. The door to the corridor had been left just slightly ajar, a thin draft slipping through the crack.
Cressida had left.
Y/N swallowed tightly, her eyes scanning the faint moonlight filtering in through the blinds. Every instinct in her screamed stay in bed, but the unease was already blooming into something colder.
She reached across the narrow space between her bed and Aisha's and shook her shoulder gently. "Aish—Wake up..! Aisha."
The girl groaned, face still pressed into her textbook. Aisha had fallen asleep while revising again, notes fanned out over her duvet like petals. "What..." she mumbled groggily.
