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Chapter 1: So This Is What It Feels Like to Be a Vampire Enemy
The smell of blood filled the entire village.
Voices echoed through the air like a haunting chorus, while figures dressed in black robes moved in the shadows. Their eyes glowed red, burning with rage and an insatiable thirst. Without hesitation, they sank their teeth into human flesh, their expressions dark and merciless.
"Please stay in here. Don't come out under any circumstances," a woman whispered shakily, clutching her children's hands as her husband stood beside her, holding hers tightly.
The two children looked up at their mother, their eyes filled with unspoken questions. But they obeyed.
The boy, standing beside his sister, sobbed softly. Their mother's tear-filled eyes landed on him before she gently placed a finger to her lips.
"Shh…" she whispered, then quickly shut the door.
Unknown to her, there was a small hole in the wood.
The moment the couple turned around, a vampire appeared. He looked almost human—except for his blood-red eyes and the cruel emptiness on his face. He showed no emotion, no mercy.
The two trembled before him.
He raised his hand. His nails were long and strangely neat, stained with the perfect shade of blood like they had been painted. Without hesitation, he slid his hands across their necks.
The little girl peeked through the hole and saw both of their heads fall to the ground, cleanly severed. Her hands trembled. She quickly covered her younger brother's eyes as silent tears streamed down her cheeks.
The vampire chuckled darkly as he stared at the lifeless bodies.
He turned to leave, but then paused. His eyes locked on the wardrobe where the two children were hiding.
The girl noticed and quickly covered her eyes, holding her breath.
Just as the vampire reached for the door, another vampire appeared and whispered something into his ear. He stopped and walked away without opening it.
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Pilea Reter sat up, gently holding her head.
"What kind of dream was that…" she mumbled.
She got up from her chair the class was noisy all the students charting she walked out of the classroom.
And headed to the restroom. Luckily, it was empty.
She sighed in relief and splashed some water on her face.
Her green eyes stared into the mirror as she brushed her long blonde hair back.
"I look pale again…" she whispered, then walked out of the restroom.
As she turned toward her classroom, she felt a soft tap on her shoulder.
Pilea's eyebrows furrowed slightly as she turned.
To her surprise, she saw the assistant vice president of the student council. It was odd for someone of his rank to be on the Class B floor. Her eyes then landed on what he was holding.
She already knew what it was.
He gave her a calm smile. "You know the music room, right?"
Her face stayed neutral. "No… I mean, yes."
"Good. Please give this to him."
Her eyes widened. She stared at him in disbelief. "I can't… please."
His expression didn't change. "You're the only person in this hall. So it's your lock."
Her hands trembled as she looked down at the papers. The boy walked off without another word.
Pilea's face went blank.
Ever since the last war between humans and vampires, everything had changed. Once, both species lived in peace—treating each other as equals. But when humans supposedly broke their promises, vampires declared war.
The humans surrendered. The vampires won.
None of the humans' weapons could harm a vampire. They became nothing more than prey.
Now, they lived together—but humans were treated like food. Vampires could do whatever they wanted to them. Nothing was considered illegal anymore, not when vampires held all the power.
And unfortunately for Pilea, God had "blessed" her with beauty.
Which was the worst curse for a human girl.
She had no choice but to attend a human-vampire school—the worst place a human could be. Students were rumored to die mysteriously, their bodies never found.
And now, she had just been assigned to deliver papers to the most feared vampire in the entire school. Ruthless. Dangerous. Even at six, he was known to have no mercy. He was quick to anger, and cruel in punishment.
Pilea walked toward the music room, silently praying the ground would open and swallow her whole.
She knocked gently on the door. Sweat rolled down her face.
The rumors screamed in her head—people disappearing after entering this room, or becoming puppets to vampires.
The school couldn't do anything. Politics controlled it. And the politicians were vampires.
"Come in," a voice called from inside.
Pilea slowly opened the door.
Her eyes landed on a body lying on the floor. It looked like a human. Was she dead…?
Her hands shook as she tried to keep hold of the papers.
Then her eyes met the boy sitting on the chair.
He had been watching her the entire time.
"And what do you want?" he asked, pulling her attention away from the body.
She turned to him. His black eyes met hers. His hair was flawlessly slicked back, his features so perfect they looked unreal.
To Pilea's surprise… he wasn't what she expected.
This was her first time seeing him, and she thought he'd look like a monster. But he looked nothing like the rumors said.
He looked like an angel descended from heaven—at least the way she imagined one.
She stepped forward and held out the papers.
He took them from her and placed them on the desk.
The music room was outside, but this was his private office. It was large, elegant, and perfectly arranged.
His eyes dropped to her neck. He licked his lips.
Pilea didn't notice the blood on his fangs—or tried not to.
He stood and walked toward her.
His eyes suddenly turned red.
But just as he reached her, she quickly bowed—and ran out the door without looking back.
"Wait!" he shouted.
He stared at the door, disapproval darkening his handsome face.
Never in his life had someone—especially a mere human girl—run from him.
And he was sure it wasn't his looks. He knew he was handsome.
She was supposed to be mesmerized. Not run away like he was a disease.
She had insulted him.
His face darkened. He ran after her.
Pilea's heart pounded as she sprinted away.
"I can't die… not now. My brother…" she thought.
She suddenly felt someone grab her arm, yanking her to a stop.
Her breath came in quick gasps as she stared up at him.
He looked furious. His eyes bore into her like he could read her entire past.
She pulled away from his grip, her voice low. "What do you want?"
He tilted his head slightly. "What do I want?"
He chuckled darkly. Even that was terrifying—his aura was soaked in shadows.
"I would've let you go," he said, "if you'd stopped when I told you to. But you didn't. Now… you'll be punished."
He dragged her toward the school corridor—the garden where students gathered, chatted, and laughed.
But for humans, it was known as the place of judgment.
Pilea stood frozen, gripping her skirt tightly. Still, she didn't plead or cry. Her face was blank.
He smirked.
Then he turned to the crowd forming at the sight of him.
"From today onward…" his voice rose. "She is my enemy."
Pilea's eyes widened.
She felt the weight of everyone's gaze. But not with sympathy.
"So this is where my nightmare begins," she thought, watching the ruthless vampire king—the one hailed by the whole school—walk past her as if he had done nothing wrong.
Tears slid down her cheeks.
"After all my hard work trying to stay invisible for my last year… it was all a waste," she whispered, walking slowly down the stairs.
"So what now? Hmm...
So this is what it feels like…
To be a Vampire Enemy."
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