[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 CAFETERIA WAS A LOW HUM OF CUTLERY AND WHISPERS.
Trays scraping over tabletops, students clustered in hesitant groups like flocks unsure of their formation. Rain streaked the tall windows in diagonal slants, distorting the view of the courtyard beyond.
Outside, a puddle rippled under the weight of raindrops; inside, the air felt heavier still—like everyone was waiting for something to snap.
Y/N sat with Julia and Aisha, the latter dramatically spooning mashed potatoes onto her tray with all the joy of a condemned soul. Julia was scrolling absently on her phone, pretending not to glance at the Diagon students seated across the hall.
Y/N, however, had grown quiet.
Her food sat mostly untouched, her fork absentmindedly dragging lines through the mushy peas. Her gaze had been fixed in one direction for far too long—one where a certain vampire sat, his pale eyes trailing over the crowd of students—he sent a smile to a girl who sat down, but never her way, not since the party.
She hadn't noticed until Aisha nudged her with a foot under the table. "Y/N. You okay?"
Y/N blinked. "Yeah? Yeah, I just—" Her voice trailed off as her eyes wandered again. Across the room, nestled near the far wall with his usual crew of vampires and vaguely threatening boys, sat him.
Calixto.
And he was staring.
Not in a subtle, blink-and-you-miss-it way. Not in the casual way someone might glance across the room and lose interest. He was watching her.
His fingers curled loosely around his blood bag, expression unreadable, jaw set in that unnervingly still way he sometimes wore when deep in thought. His eyes, however, were anything but neutral.
They were fixed on her.
Y/N swallowed, her pulse fluttering too close to her throat. It had been weeks since the party. Since the kiss. Since everything. And still, her mind returned to it more often than she cared to admit. She had never been the kind of girl to lose herself in the moment like that. Never been the type to kiss a boy she barely knew at some dorm party with loud music and too many shadows.
But with Calixto, it had felt different. Even then. Even now. She had let him in. Trusted him. Chosen him, in that fleeting, breathless moment.
And he hadn't spoken to her since.
Not really.
Not the way he used to.
No more sly remarks when they passed in the halls. No more smug grins, leaning against her locker like he had all the time in the world. Just a wall of silence—laced with stolen glances across crowded rooms.
And for the life of her, Y/N couldn't figure out if he was punishing her... or himself.
Some part of her wanted to march across the cafeteria and demand answers. To ask him why he looked at her like that, like he remembered every second of that kiss just as vividly as she did—then did nothing. Why he avoided her now, even as his eyes burned holes through her from across the room.
