Chapter 9: A Lesson in Supernatural Fiction
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Chapter 9: A Lesson in Supernatural Fiction
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The Irony of It All
Eve Corvin sat near the window, her eyes drifting lazily over the classroom. The late morning sunlight streamed through the glass, casting golden patterns on the desks. Outside, birds chirped, and a light breeze rustled the trees.
It was peaceful.
But Eve didn’t do peace.
She could hear the steady heartbeat of every person in the room, the rushing of blood beneath fragile skin. It was an annoying hum in her ears—a reminder that she was different.
Not that they knew.
The classroom was buzzing with energy. Mr. Graham, their literature teacher, had announced that today’s discussion would be about supernatural fiction.
Eve almost laughed.
The Queen of Vampires, pretending to be a high school student, was about to listen to humans debate the existence of her kind.
The irony was almost unbearable.
Seated beside her, Hope was practically bouncing in her chair.
"This is my moment," she whispered to Eve, a gleam of excitement in her eyes. "I’m going to educate these fools."
Eve raised an eyebrow. "Educate them?"
"Yep. The world needs to know the truth."
Eve resisted the urge to sigh.
Hope was obsessed with the supernatural. But she had no idea she was sitting next to a living legend.
And that made her dangerous.
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The Debate Begins
Mr. Graham leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers on his desk.
"Alright, class. Today, we’re discussing supernatural fiction and why it fascinates humanity."
A boy in the front row yawned. "Because it’s cool?"
The class chuckled.
Mr. Graham smirked. "That’s one way to put it. But let’s go deeper. Why do we tell stories about vampires, werewolves, and ghosts?"
Bella, the doctor’s daughter, raised her hand. "Because people like being scared?"
A girl in the back scoffed. "Vampires aren’t scary. They’re hot."
Damon smirked. "Agreed."
Eve fought the urge to roll her eyes.
If only they knew.
Hope’s hand shot up.
Mr. Graham sighed. "Hope, I feel like I already know what you’re going to say."
Hope stood dramatically. "We tell supernatural stories because they’re real!"
The classroom erupted into laughter.
Eve remained silent, her crimson eyes watching Hope carefully.
She was too close to the truth.
Mr. Graham chuckled. "Hope, you don’t actually believe in vampires and werewolves, do you?"
Hope folded her arms. "I do. And one day, you’ll all see I’m right."
Damon leaned back in his chair, amused. "Let me guess—you’re expecting some vampire prince to come sweep you off your feet?"
Hope snorted. "No. Vampires don’t fall in love with humans."
Eve stilled.
Hope had no idea how right she was.
"If vampires were real," Hope continued, "they wouldn’t see humans as equals. We’re weaker. Fragile. To them, we’re just—"
"Food," Eve finished.
The room fell silent.
Damon raised an eyebrow. "Damn, Eve. That was kinda dark."
Eve shrugged.
She wasn’t wrong.
But she had revealed too much.
Hope, however, looked thrilled.
"I knew you got it!" she said. "See? This is why supernatural romance stories are so inaccurate."
Mr. Graham chuckled. "Fascinating perspective, Hope. But fiction doesn’t always reflect reality. Supernatural stories often mirror human struggles—power, loneliness, forbidden love."
Eve tensed.
Forbidden love.
A flicker of a memory—a hand reaching for hers, a promise whispered in the dark.
A betrayal.
A crown stolen. A throne lost.
She buried the memory before it could resurface.
Attachment was a weakness.
And she would not make that mistake again.
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Misconceptions and Truths
The debate grew more heated.
Some students argued that vampires were just metaphors for human desires. Others insisted they were scientifically impossible.
"Supernatural beings can’t exist," Bella said, flipping her hair. "There’s no scientific proof."
Hope rolled her eyes. "Science can’t explain everything."
"But there’s no evidence," Bella insisted.
Hope scoffed. "Absence of evidence isn’t evidence of absence."
Eve smirked. Hope was sharp.
But curiosity was dangerous.
She had learned that the hard way.
Damon leaned closer, smirking. "Okay, Hope. Let’s say vampires are real. What would they be like?"
Hope’s eyes gleamed. "Strong. Fast. Cold. Not human at all. No reflections. No emotions."
Eve’s fingers twitched.
No emotions?
Once, she might have agreed.
But here she was, pretending to be human.
If she truly felt nothing… why did she keep looking back?
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The Mystery Deepens
As the discussion continued, Eve felt it again.
That presence.
This time, it was closer.
She turned her head slightly, her supernatural senses sharpening.
Nothing.
But she wasn’t imagining it.
Something was watching her.
And whoever—or whatever—it was…
It was hiding among the humans.
A predator in disguise.
Her crimson eyes darkened.
This world was not as safe as it seemed.
And she would find out why.
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End of Chapter 9
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