His Ruthless Craving:My Vampire Bully.

Rowena's POV. 1.

Being in college should be the best time in every girl's life-like getting your first real boyfriend or when your crush surprises you with flowers. That kind of happiness. That kind of excitement.

And getting into Blue Vi College? It should've been a dream. A place filled with the elite, the powerful, and the supernatural. Vampires, witches, werewolves-you name it. A school where magic ruled the halls, and danger walked beside beauty.

But for me? It wasn't a dream. It wasn't happiness either. It was the beginning of something else entirely.

"Rowena!"

Cindy's voice rang through the break room the school cafeteria, cutting through my thoughts, even loud enough to turn a few heads. I sighed, gripping my fork tighter as I turned to see her waving from the door, her face splitting with that ridiculously cheerful grin of hers.

Somehow,I worried her cheeks would crack one day. I was just about to take another spoonful of this excuse for food – seriously, you'd think a place like Blue Vi College would have better catering to us the less people.

Sometimes I really hated being human in this supernatural school. Blue Vi was supposedly one of the best universities in New York, but it was obvious who the favorites were. My dad pulled some strings to get me in, and that wasn't the only reason why I am here. My mother's death, Brought me Here.

Here, the supernaturals lived on easy street, and for a human to even get a seat at the high table, you either had to be loaded or come from a loaded family.

I had become pretty much invisible around here. One wrong move, one slip-up, and you could open a can of serious supernatural whoop-ass. Constant bullying, being someone's errand girl, or running dirty work for the... top students.

"Rowena?" Cindy called again, her smile still plastered on her face as she hurried towards me, practically wrestling with her overflowing bag. Always a mess.

"You always do that..." she said, pointing at me with a playfully shocked expression.

"Do what?" I asked, my voice sounding flatter than I intended.

"Rowena Northwood!" Cindy snapped, her tone suddenly a little more serious.

I raised an eyebrow, waiting.

"You always isolate yourself. Like you're convinced the entire world is out to get you or something. And besides," her nose crinkled with distaste, "why are you here eating that?" She still looked ready to burst with whatever she was about to say, but I cut her off.

I gave her a blank stare. "Because I'm hungry? What else should I be doing?" I asked, my brow furrowed.

"Ugh, whatever. That's not why I came," Cindy said, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

"There's drama outside. And you need to see it, and I don't think you'd want to miss the drama for... this," she said, pointing at my food with disgust on her face and excitement vibrating off her.

I arched a brow. "Drama? No way I'm going out."

"Rowena, stop being difficult. Please? Just come see the drama! it's Jason again. He's bullying some poor girl, and everyone's out there watching. Seriously, it's going to be fun to watch!" she gushed.

My grip on the fork tightened. "Jason?"

Jason Castillo.

Blue Vi College's golden prince.

"I'm not going," I said, shaking my head. "I don't care about his stupid games, and after I'm done, I have another class. So, either go watch your drama alone, or... join me... for the next class." I said flatly, crossing my arms. I turned back to my lunch immediately.

Cindy groaned. "Oh, come on! Skipping one class won't kill you Rowena! Besides, you're already the best in class, like, the top student! Just come with me already!"

"It's not about the class," I muttered. "I just don't want to waste my time watching that prick feed his god complex."

Damn it! I really didn't want to go. Especially since it involved him. Jason. The airhead, popular vampire prince of Blue Vi. If he ever went a day without tormenting some girl, I'd probably believe the world was ending. Always bullying and taunting people. He had the looks, the money, and the annoying supernatural advantage. His perfect complexion and ridiculously handsome face seemed to excuse him from every single rule.

Damn him.

I let out a heavy sigh, pressing my fingers against my temple. Cindy was relentless. Or maybe a little curiosity from me...

"Fine," I muttered, standing up. "I'll go look."

Cindy shrieked, grabbing my arm and dragging me toward the door. I barely had time to grab my bag before we stepped out of the break room and into the bright afternoon light. The moment we reached outside the break room, I knew this was a mistake.

The crowd was much, voices rising in excitement, laughter ringing through the air like a sick melody. I didn't need to see what was happening to know-Jason was at it again.

"See? Told you it'd be worth it," Cindy whispered, eyes glowing with anticipation.

I swallowed, my stomach churning as I caught sight of the scene in front of me.

A girl...she couldn't have been older than me, was on the ground, her arms trembling as she tried to push herself up. Her dress was ripped, blood smeared across her cheek, bruises already forming along her arms. She was crying.

And standing over her was him.

Jason Castillo.

But Jason wasn't just some spoiled, arrogant heir.

He was feared, Untouchable, and Worshiped.

Even the Supernatural Council----the ones who were supposed to keep order-looked the other way when it came to Jason. He wasn't just another rich supernatural student. His family owned the supernatural world, even the school.

I had seen the aftermath of his bullying before-the trembling students, the bruises, the humiliation. And people loved it. They cheered him on like he was some kind of king, while the victims were left broken.

I had never spoken to him. Never crossed his path.

Because to Jason Castillo, people like me didn't exist.

And I wanted to keep it that way.

And then there were his eyes.

A deep, piercing red that seemed to glow under the sun. Cold. Uncaring. Like the rest of us were nothing but insects beneath his feet.

The girl whimpered, her whole body shaking. Tears streamed down her face as she choked out, "P-please... Jason, I swear... I didn't mean to!"

Jason crouched in front of her, a slow, lazy smirk twisting his lips. It was like watching a cat play with a mouse before killing it. His fangs were visible in the dim light, sharp and waiting.

"You stepped on my foot, human." His voice was smooth, almost amused, like her terror was some kind of joke.

The girl swallowed hard. "I...I stepped on your foot by accident! I didn't mean-"

Jason's smile vanished. So fast I almost missed it. He grabbed her chin, yanking her head back so hard she gasped. My stomach clenched.

"Accident?" His voice was softer now-too soft. Deadly. "You think I care?"

Her breath hitched. I felt a knot forming in my chest. The crowd around them laughed, the sound echoing in the night, bouncing off the walls like ugly taunts.

"Pathetic." "She should have known better." "Stupid human." Someone murmured.

Jason ignored them. His eyes were locked on the girl, like she was the only thing in the world. He sighed, like he was bored. "And yet, here we are."

His fingers tightened on her chin, nails digging into her skin. I could practically feel her pain. He tilted her head back, exposing her throat. She gasped, her eyes wide with horror, but Jason just watched-like he was savoring it. Like he enjoyed it. My hands curled into fists. I hated this.

"Nobody's bothered to teach you any damn respect yet," he murmured, his voice like silk over a razor blade. His thumb brushed over her pulse, which was probably going a mile a minute. "Guess I'll have to do it in own fucking way."

And then-it happened.

Her flesh Ripped under his claws, skin peeling away in rough and brutal strips as Jason dragged his sharp fingers down the girl's throat. She shrieked, thrashing, but he held her still-one hand clamped around her waist, the other digging mercilessly into her flesh. Blood poured from the gashes, thick and dark, soaking her collar.

Her body convulsed, her fingers twitching as she tried to push him away, but Jason only tightened his grip, his expression twisted in something almost dangerous. He wasn't just feeding-he was savoring it.

His nails carved deeper, tearing muscle, and the girl let out a choked sob, her legs giving out. The scent of blood filled the air, thick and metallic, mixing with the sound of wet, ragged gasps.

I couldn't look away. My stomach churned, my hands trembling at my sides. I should stop this. I had to stop this.

The crowd roared. They were loving this. Sickos.

That's when I snapped.

"STOP!"

The word ripped through the air, sharp and unexpected.

Jason's head snapped up. Slowly, so slowly, his blood-red eyes locked onto mine.

His face didn't change. No anger, no shock-just... stillness. But behind it, I saw something else. A flicker of predatory interest. Like a lion spotting a new target.

The blood on his lips glistened under the lights as he straightened up. He was tall. Intimidating.

"Who," he said, his voice dangerously calm, "the fuck do you think you are?"

His gaze felt like a physical weight, pinning me to the spot. The crowd had stopped laughing. Everyone was watching, waiting.

And for the first time since I'd walked into this hellhole of a school...

I had Jason's full attention.

Rowena's POV. 2.

My Bully.

Jason was standing way too close. My breath hitched, and my legs felt shaky.

Damn it, Rowena, why couldn't you just mind your own business for once? But this time, it was happening right in front of me. I couldn't just stand by.

"I... I..." I stammered, trying to find my voice.

Before I could even get a word out, Jason spun around to face the snickering crowd. A cruel grin plastered on his face, but I could see the raw anger simmering beneath. "Who the hell is this?" He yelled while he pointed at me.

The crowd's laughter shredded on my nerves. "Who are you to act like this?" I snapped, but my stomach was churning with anxiety.

"Me?" He sneered, turning back to me. "Are you really asking me that? I can practically smell the human on you from here. A pathetic, weak one, at that."

"You're a jerk, Jason," I retorted, trying to keep my voice steady. "Why do you always have to pick on the weak? Is that the only way you can feel strong? Beating up on some girl and acting like you're some blue vile god? You're nothing but a pathetic vampire bully!" The words tumbled out, laced with more fear than I wanted to admit.

Before he could respond, a familiar voice cut through the air.

"Jason!"

It was Rachel. Her tone was calm, but that icy smile on her face sent shivers down my spine. Rachel, the queen bee of Blue Vile college, always surrounded by her gaggle of followers. Half-vampire, half-human, and all trouble.

Jason immediately turned toward her.

"Jason, I know her," Rachel said, her voice dripping with a fake sweetness as she laid a hand possessively on his shoulder. "She's in our history class. She's, like, top of the class!" The smile didn't reach her eyes, and I knew it was a threat.

"I don't give a damn who she is!" Jason roared, his attention snapping back to me. "She interrupted my fun!"

"Just because you think you're smart doesn't mean you can stick your nose where it doesn't belong! No one even knows you yet." Rachel stormed towards me, her eyes blazing.

Before I could react, Jason was on me. Vampire speed slammed into me, his fingers closing around my neck. A gasp escaped me.

"Let me go," I choked out, the words barely audible. I glanced over at Cindy, who was frozen, her eyes wide with terror. She wouldn't say a word. She was just a human, like me.

"Now you see how weak you are," Jason hissed, his grip tightening. "How pathetic you are. I could snap my fingers, and you'd be gone. No one would even notice you were missing."

He laughed, a cruel, chilling sound that echoed in my ears. My vision started to blur.

"Let me go, you fucking pathetic vampire bastard!" I choked out. His grip on my neck was like a vise. I glimpsed the tiny beads of my own blood on his claws. It was happening so fast.

"Jason... let her go," Rachel whispered, her voice right beside his ear. "You're going to hurt her."

"I don't fucking care!" he growled. "She deserves to die. For testing my patience, for interrupting me, for being such a bitchy thing!" His eyes were flashing red, and my body was shaking so hard I could barely stand.

"Pleas...se... let... go..." I stammered, my voice cracking. I felt like I was suffocating.

"Jason, we're in public! In front of the whole school!" Rachel reminded him, her voice still calm, too calm. Her eyes flicked towards me, and I saw a cruel, knowing glint in them. "If you kill her here... what will the humans think? And what about your dad? Remember, he wouldn't take it lightly."

Immediately, Jason released me. Frustration twisted his face. He growled, a low, guttural sound that vibrated in my bones. His fangs snapped together. He grabbed the girl he'd been with before I'd gotten involved. Yesss taunting . I balled my fist , my nails digging on my palms

"Fine," he spat. "You want me to spare her? Then you'll take her place?" He gripped the girl by the neck, his nails digging into her flesh. "Her blood would taste really good, especially if I take it slowly. I'd feed on her slowly..." I could see his fangs lengthening, moving closer to her neck.

I clenched my hands into fists, shut my eyes tight. I couldn't watch. My heart was pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird.

Without thinking, without hesitation, I screamed,

"What do you want?!"

My voice came out in a desperate rush, raw and shaky. I was terrified, but something had to be done.

My heart was slamming against my ribs so hard it hurt. My breathing was all over the place, shaky, heavy. Each breath felt like a struggle. Jason's cold eyes locked onto mine, amusement flickering in them like a spark ready to explode. He was enjoying this--- My fear, Myy helplessness-watching me squirm. It was all a game to him.

"You want to save her?" His voice was soft, almost a purr, but it sent shivers down my spine. "Then here's the deal, little human."

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. I knew, I just knew, whatever he was about to say would be twisted and horrible.

"You'll be mine," Jason continued, tilting his head. "Not just my personal blood bag-but my plaything. My little toy. Whenever I want, you'll come crawling to me. No arguments. No running. Just you, obeying every little thing I say." His smirk widened. "Think of it as a trade-you, for her life."

A sickening chill crawled down my spine, leaving me cold and clammy. This couldn't be real. It had to be a nightmare.

I clenched my fists, trying to find some strength, some defiance. "You're a lunatic," I growled, my voice shaky but laced with anger. "A complete bastard. Get the hell away from me!"

I turned, wanting to get away from him, from the suffocating dread he exuded. But before I could even take a step, his hand shot out, clamping around my wrist like iron. I gasped, pain shooting up my arm.

"I'm giving you 24 hours to think this through." His voice was flat, but there was a dangerous edge to it, a promise, and a threat of something far worse if I refused. He glanced at the girl he was holding, still gripped tightly by the neck.

The girl whimpered, her eyes locked on mine, pleading.

"Plea....se..." she choked out, her voice barely audible.

I froze. Her desperate plea hit me like a punch to the gut.

"I....i-" I stammered.

No. No, no, no. This couldn't be happening.

Jason's grip tightened, pulling me closer, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes were burning now, a deep, terrifying red.

"You wouldn't want her death on your conscience, would you, little human?" He growled, his lips twisting into a cruel smile. "Because if she dies... it'll be all your fault."

My throat tightened. I wanted to scream, to fight, to do something – but I was paralyzed. Trapped in his game, his hands.

"Tick-tock, little human" Jason whispered, his breath brushing over my skin. "You have one day."

Then, just as quickly as he'd grabbed me, he released me.

I stumbled back, my heart still hammering, my mind racing.

The girl was still staring at me, her lips trembling, her silent plea tearing me apart.

I couldn't breathe.

Jason grinned, shoving the girl away like nothing.

"See you soon," he murmured, his eyes locked on me like a predator sizing up its prey. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he turned and walked away, his followers laughing as they trailed behind him.

I felt like I was going to be sick.

Twenty-four hours.

And I had absolutely no idea what I was going to do.

But I know I still had a choice to make.

Rowena's POV. 3.

A predators Demand.

The morning slammed into me like a brick wall. My head was throbbing, every muscle screamed, and I felt like I hadn't slept a wink. Which, honestly, wasn't far from the truth. I'd spent the whole damn night wrestling with my thoughts, a mental tug-of-war that left me exhausted.

Should I just give in to Jason's offer?

Or should I just walk away?

It wasn't my fight. That girl wasn't my problem. I didn't even know her. But the way Jason had looked at me, like he already knew what I was going to do, the threat in his voice... it was eating me alive.

I knew he meant it.

He was a vampire. Rules meant nothing to him. He could break them, twist them, do whatever he wanted, and get away with it. Hurting a human? That was probably a nothing for him.

I dragged myself up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Cindy was already awake, practically vibrating with nervous energy as she grabbed her bag.

"Rowena, what are you going to do?" she asked, her voice tight with worry.

I frowned, pretending to be clueless. "What am I going to do about what?"

Cindy rolled her eyes so hard I thought they'd get stuck. "Oh, come on. Fuck! Don't give me that crap. You know exactly what I'm talking about," she snapped, a flicker of irritation in her eyes.

I shrugged, avoiding her gaze as I reached for my bra. "Nope. Totally lost."

"It's about Jason, duh!" She threw her hands up in the air. "Are you going to agree to his deal? Nobody messes with him, Rowena. Nobody."

My jaw clenched, my fingers gripping the bra strap too tightly. "I'm not going to be anyone's slave. I'm not going to be his toy, his errand bitch. I'm not letting that fucking bastard control me." My voice was sharp, laced with anger.

Cindy groaned, that high-pitched sound that always shredded on my nerves. "Rowena, your temper... you need to get it under control. Maybe you should just agree. You wouldn't actually let him hurt someone, would you?"

I turned around, my eyes burning with fury. "Hurt someone? Cindy, this isn't the first time he's done something like this. And it won't be the last. If he wants to hurt someone, he will... whether I agree or not."

"But you stopped him," she argued, her voice rising.

I scoffed, a harsh, bitter sound. "And you dragged me into it! So don't start playing the blame game now." My chest was heaving, a mix of frustration and guilt churning inside me.

"You knew I couldn't stand by and watch someone get hurt. And yet, you still-" My throat tightened, cutting off my words.

Cindy's face crumbled. "I'm sorry," she whispered, barely audible. "But please... just agree. For me? And- maybe for her?"

I shook my head, the word a harsh whisper. "No way. That's it. No more talking about this." I grabbed my bag and headed for the door. "And if you want a therapy session, do it alone."

I yanked the door open and stormed out.

"Rowena, wait! Please!" Cindy called after me, her voice panicked.

But I didn't stop.

I Couldn't stop.

Because deep down, I knew something she didn't.

I was going to do something about it. I just didn't know what the hell that was yet.

"Rowena... fuck... where are you going?" Cindy's voice yanked me out of my thoughts. I was halfway down the hallway, heading in completely the wrong direction.

I turned around, a blush creeping up my neck. Cindy was leaning against the lockers, a sly grin plastered on her face.

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to sound casual, even though my mind felt like scrambled eggs.

"It's history class, remember? Like, the one we're already late for? Did your brain decide to take a vacation to Bora Bora without you?" She waggled a finger in my face, all dramatic.

"Fuck!" I muttered under my breath. History was the last thing on my mind.

Cindy's grin widened. "And guess what?" She wiggled her eyebrows, practically bouncing with excitement.

I raised an eyebrow, bracing myself. What now?

"We're gonna see Jason in class today." She hummed the words, like she'd won the lottery.

My heart did this weird, lurching thing in my chest. "No... no way. He never goes to class. I'm sure of it." I tried to exhale a breath of disbelief, trying to ignore how my pulse quickened at the thought.

Cindy just smirked. "Well, my gut – and my sources– says he will."

She said it so matter-of-factly, as if she'd already seen it happen. As if she knew something I didn't. I shoved the thought away. Please don't let her be right.

And then I saw him.

The moment I stepped into the classroom, my eyes immediately locked onto his. It was like some kind of sick magnetic pull.

He was sitting right at the front. Jason. In history class. His long legs were crossed casually on the empty seat beside him, arms folded behind his head like he owned the freaking place. Which, in a way, he kind of did.

That smug, relaxed posture.

That goddamn attitude that made me want to punch him.

"Miss Northwood?"

The professor's sharp voice sliced through my thoughts, making me jump. I hadn't even realized I'd stopped walking.

I stood frozen in the doorway, a hundred pairs of eyes suddenly on me.

"Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to take a seat and stop distracting my class? You're already late!"

"Um... yes, sorry ma'am," I stammered, my voice shaky. I scurried inside, trying to shrink into myself.

As if the universe was conspiring against me, Cindy had already snagged a seat with someone else. I scanned the room, desperately searching for a free spot. Anywhere but Jason's free seat.

And, of course, the only available seat was the one Jason's legs were currently occupying. My stomach dropped.

"Miss Northwood, if there's no seat, kindly leave the class. We'd have it that you didn't attend class today," the professor snapped, irritation lacing her voice.

Panic clenched my insides. This couldn't be happening. I clenched my fists and turned toward Jason, my face burning.

"Um... um...excuse me..." My voice was barely a whisper.

He didn't flinch. Didn't even look at me. That infuriatingly smug grin still played on his lips like he knew exactly what he was doing.

The whole class was watching. I could feel their eyes on me, judging, snorting with amusement.

And just when I thought he was going to completely ignore me, he suddenly moved his legs away – so abruptly that the movement itself felt like a deliberate shot.

Laughter rippled through the room. I wanted to disappear.

Panic.

Shame.

Humiliation.

I didn't even know what I was feeling, just a tidal wave of awful. I practically threw myself into the seat, my face burning.

And then – just as I thought it couldn't get any worse – Jason leaned in.

His hot breath tickled my neck, sending an unwanted shiver down my spine.

"Time is ticking, little human," he whispered. His voice was low, cold, dangerous. "I'm waiting. And my patience? It's really, beyond awful."

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. I could feel the heat radiating off him, smell his cologne... it was suffocating.

For the next hour, I sat completely frozen, rigid with anxiety.

Whatever the professor was droning on about didn't even register. History? Who cared about the history class?

My mind was a complete mess, a swirling mix of fear and... something else I didn't want to acknowledge.

And then, the moment the lecture ended, Jason moved.

He didn't leave like the others, heading for the door and escape.

He walked straight toward me, his towering frame casting a shadow over my desk, making me feel even smaller.

And before I could even blink, slam – his palms hit the table, trapping me. I flinched.

"Meet me at the back of the school dorm tonight."

His voice was a low growl, each word dripping with authority.

It wasn't a request.

It was an order.

It was a threat.

"I don't want to wait. And you better not think about wasting my time."

Then, without another word, he turned and walked away – his little group of followers trailing closely behind him like lost puppies .

I sat there, my heart pounding wildly against my ribs. I couldn't breathe.

I was so fucked.