Chapter 6 She’s Mine
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Savi’s appearance blew the whole place up.
People actually screamed. Like—full-on excited screaming.
…Seriously?
I thought Honey Cake was just another student in my grade. Turns out he’s a senior.
The first two times I saw him, he was in uniform. This time, he wore a riding outfit—with a crest pinned to his chest.
A crossed blade emblem. A ruby set at the center. A thin serpent coiled along the sword, fangs bared.
Elegant. Dangerous.
My black horse, which had been calm until now, suddenly grew restless the second it saw him. It kept backing up, hooves scraping.
I tightened my grip on the reins, one hand still holding my bow, trying to steady it.
Then the instructor rushed over, furious.
“Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?!”
He pointed straight at me.
“What if you missed? You could’ve seriously injured someone—or worse! Even if it wasn’t intentional, you’re writing a report when you get back.”
…Fair.
I slid into apology mode instantly.
“Got it, sir. Won’t happen again.”
From the side, Savi leaned against the fence and spoke lazily.
“If it was an accident, maybe we can skip the report?”
He tilted his head, eyes soft, voice sweet.
“Just be careful next time, yeah?”
Men who look like walking flower arrangements are usually dangerous.
I know that.
So even though my heart speeds up every time I see him—
Even though I literally dreamed about him last night—
Nope. Not getting involved.
My instincts were screaming at me.
Compared to Adrian… this one was way more unpredictable.
The instructor glanced between us, then immediately folded.
“Well… alright. Just be careful next time.”
Of course.
This school exists to serve rich kids. Their mood comes first.
Meanwhile, the scarf girl had already jumped off her horse and picked it up. She hurriedly wrapped it back around her neck, covering those dark bruises again.
I didn’t get another clear look, but something about that wound felt… off.
She came over, biting her pale lips, eyes red.
“Savi… she did that on purpose! If it had been a little off, I’d be dead!”
Savi’s smile faded just a bit.
He looked at her.
No warmth. No emotion.
Just… cold.
Even I felt a chill crawl up my spine.
The girl froze.
Then she started shaking.
Actually shaking.
She staggered back a few steps, one hand flying to cover her neck. Sweat broke out along her temple.
“If I remember correctly,” Savi said slowly, “you don’t get to interfere with who I talk to.”
Her voice trembled.
“I—I’m sorry… I won’t do it again…”
She shot me one last look, covered her mouth, and ran.
I just sat there on my horse.
…What just happened?
No reaction time. None.
Yeah. No defending this. Total scumbag behavior.
Was he… manipulating her too?
The second she disappeared, Savi blinked—and just like that, he went back to looking soft and harmless.
“Sorry,” he said, smiling. “Did that cause you trouble?”
He looked up at me from below, those honey-colored eyes ridiculously gentle.
My heart skipped. Hard.
Then he added, voice low and coaxing—
“I’m not like that, actually. If you’d just get to know me a little—”
Thwack—!
An arrow cut through the air and slammed into the ground nearby.
Savi’s words snapped in half.
I turned.
Theodore rode over, tall and composed, his horse even bigger than mine. He blocked my entire view like a wall.
Black hair. Red eyes.
Cold.
He looked down at Savi, expression unreadable.
Savi clicked his tongue, irritation flashing as his fangs briefly showed.
He pushed off the fence and stood straight.
Two vampires. Two different crests.
Tension snapped tight between them.
Then Theodore spoke.
Flat. Direct.
“She’s mine.”
“…?”
Excuse me??
We are not doing this possessive CEO nonsense. I already said no last time!
But—
…I was currently stuck behind him. Not exactly in a position to protest effectively.
Still.
This was actually a perfect chance to get away from Savi.
So I swallowed everything I wanted to say and raised my voice instead—
“I’m going to class!”
Then I yanked the reins and bolted.
My already-nervous horse didn’t need convincing.
We were gone in seconds.
—
Behind me, Savi’s gaze followed until I disappeared.
Theodore narrowed his red eyes.
“She’s my prey. Move your eyes.”
Vampires were rare.
Long lives. Endless boredom.
Blending into human society was basically their entertainment.
At Elaris Academy, there was an unspoken rule—
Don’t fight over the same prey.
Savi smiled.
“She doesn’t have your mark, kid.”
Then he added, voice syrupy sweet—
“You should worry about the half-blood instead. His hunting method is… much more convenient.”
Theodore’s expression turned colder.
“Don’t compare me to trash.”
He turned his horse and left.
Savi’s companion rode up beside him.
“What was that about? Why’d Theodore come over?”
Savi stretched lazily, rolling his shoulders.
“Nothing.”
A pause.
Then, lightly—
“Just someone getting possessive… before even taking a bite.”
His friend stared after Theodore and muttered,
“People from Scepter House are always annoying. On Hunting Day, we should wipe out a few of their blood bags.”
Savi didn’t answer.
After a while, he looked down and adjusted the angle of the crest on his chest.
Weird.
He had definitely planted enough suggestion in her mind.
So why… didn’t it work at all?
—
“You saw their crests, right?”
I nodded.
“Fencing Club and Drama Society. They’re called clubs, but they’re basically on the same level as the student council.”
“Best not to mess with them… though that might be pointless now. Savi already knows you.”
I let go of the string.
Thud.
Bullseye.
Lily just stared.
“…Have you been a hunter before? I can’t even see the target clearly.”
I lowered my bow.
“Maybe I’m just in the zone tonight. I’ve always been good at sports.”
Probably because I stole more nutrients in the womb.
Ethan was always a bit worse than me physically.
The thought of him hit me out of nowhere.
My chest tightened.
I scanned the field, looking for Adrian.
Right.
I almost forgot—I should use this chance to get closer to him.
Lily hesitated, then grabbed my sleeve before I left.
“You have to pick a side in Class III… but honestly, I think the other one is better than Adrian.”
“Theodore?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Yeah. If you don’t… they’ll become your enemies.”
Makes sense.
Easier to stand with power than against it.
I patted her head.
“Got it. Just stay safe, okay? Don’t wander off.”
As for me—
I didn’t want to pick anyone.
Theodore was impossible to talk to.
Adrian lived in a completely different mental dimension.
Neither felt… reliable.
I’m here to study. Not run for president.
Is there anyone normal in this school?
…Apparently not.
I finally spotted Adrian.
Standing alone.
He looked just as good as Savi—but worse background, plus Theodore targeting him…
Anyone with survival instincts kept their distance.
I walked over.
“Zoning out?”
He nodded.
“…A little hungry.”
His champagne-blond hair was messy. He looked… weirdly pitiful.
I checked the time.
One more hour until dinner.
Around us, upperclassmen were already shooting smoothly on horseback. My classmates were still struggling just to stay seated.
Theodore, though—
Perfect posture. Clean shots. Effortless.
I rested my chin on my hand and watched.
Okay, fine. He’s not a good candidate for sneaking into the forest… but wow, that’s nice to look at.
Suddenly, Adrian tugged my sleeve.
I turned.
“Yeah?”
He paused.
Just now—
While I was watching Theodore—
Something twisted in his chest.
A sharp, unfamiliar instinct.
Like his prey… was being watched by another predator.
His gaze dropped to my wrist.
Pale skin. Veins visible.
His fangs ached.
The hunger surged. Fast.
Strong.
From across the field, chaos erupted.
“Call the medic! Someone’s hurt!”
In seconds, everything went wrong.
A beginner rider panicked and kicked their horse. The startled animal charged straight toward Theodore—
Right as he released his arrow.
The shot grazed the student.
Deep.
Blood sprayed.
The scent hit the air instantly.
The student crashed to the ground, scraping skin, groaning.
I frowned.
That felt… intentional.
Because Theodore looked over.
Not at me—
At Adrian.
His red eyes burned with something dark.
My heartbeat spiked.
That arrow earlier—the one that cut off Savi—
No way his aim was bad.
So what was he trying to do?
I turned instinctively to Adrian.
He was staring at the blood.
Unblinking.
His eyes—
Red.
So red they looked like they were about to drip.
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