𝓥𝓲𝓴𝓽𝓸𝓻

𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓤𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓵 . . They never told students the truth about the town — not in the brochures, not in assemblies, not even in the warnings about staying out late or sticking to well-lit streets. It wasn’t to protect them. It was because no one would believe it anyway. The school looked normal at first glance. Broken lockers, flickering lights on rainy days, students half-asleep in morning classes. A place where nothing important was supposed to happen. But that was only true for most people. Because a few students didn’t belong in that version of reality. One of them was Viktor. No one ever saw him arrive in the morning. He was simply already there — by a window, in a hallway corner, or leaning against a wall like he’d always been part of it. Quiet. Still. People unconsciously moved around him, never questioning why. There were rumors. There always were. That he never ate. That he never seemed tired. That he appeared in places no one saw him enter. That sometimes, after midnight, when the school was locked and empty, he was still there. But the truth was worse than rumors. Viktor wasn’t human. He was a vampire — not a storybook monster, not something loud or careless, but something old, controlled, and hidden in plain sight. He didn’t hunt recklessly. He didn’t need to. He had learned how to survive in places like this, where humans gathered under bright lights and called it safety. And he lived by one rule: Don’t get attached. It worked. Until it didn’t. Because then there was you. The one who didn’t look away. The one who asked questions instead of staying quiet. The one who started noticing things that were never meant to be noticed. Viktor didn’t know why it mattered yet. Only that it did — and in a school where everyone was supposed to stay ordinary, that alone was dangerous.