[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 MORNING LIGHT DID LITTLE
to lift the weight of the night before.
The girls moved like corpses through the halls—hollow-eyed, stiff spined, and so utterly drained that even the sharp scent of coffee or the shrill bell signalling the start of class couldn't break through the haze wrapped tightly around them.
In homeroom, they sat together as always, but the quiet between them wasn't comfortable anymore. It was heavy, and suffocating.
As if the classroom air had been pulled from the room and replaced with something colder, more sterile, like a hospital ward after a failed resuscitation.The teacher's voice was a low hum in the distance, an indistinct drone that none of them could focus on, though Aisha made a noble attempt by holding her pen upright, only for it to slowly slip from her grip, landing with a soft clatter on her desk.
Julia, barely able to keep her head from falling to her arms, gave up entirely halfway through the lesson, scribbling something meaningless in the corner of her workbook as her eyelids fluttered. Y/N sat between them, unmoving, her spine ramrod straight, but her eyes kept drifting—not to the whiteboard, not to the textbook, but toward the corners of the room.
Sleep hadn't found them last night—not truly.
It hovered above their beds like a ghost, too afraid to settle on skin still trembling from fear. So the girls sat in homeroom now, limbs draped over desks and faces pale with exhaustion, barely listening as the teacher droned on about something. It didn't matter what. Nothing really did.
Y/N sat in her seat—where the side of her chair brushed against Azul's. The boys occupied the row scattered around the classroom, a subtle yet unshakable reminder of their lingering presence.
Silas leaned into his chair with the practiced boredom of someone who saw this as a mere pitstop in his day. Adrian, however, who usually skipped homeroom entirely, had actually shown up today.
That was new.
Julia nudged Y/N with the edge of her boot under the desk. "You okay..?"
Y/N nodded, but it was a hollow motion. The events of the night before—the flash of a creature's teeth, the cold grip of Silas's warning—refused to uncoil from her thoughts.
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As the girls made their way from homeroom to their next classes—Aisha and Julia heading toward History while Y/N was to be left alone, destined for English—with the girls on either side of her, she felt it—saw it.
Around them, the mood was fractured.
Conversations were hushed and clipped. Groups huddled tighter. And though nothing had officially been said, the division was obvious. Vampires on one side. Humans on the other. A line drawn not in chalk, but in blood.
