#wenesday

It was supposed to be just another boring day in Y/N's life: Getting up – with many protests since, again, she is totally against waking up early in the morning to just do that – get ready to go to classes. As everyone knows, Nevermore had dorms and dormitories – students chose whether to share them or not, whether by their own will or... bigger issues. –and Y/N had the worst dorm possible: with Ajax.

Yes, Gorgon and vampire in the same square, life isn't fair and the new director is even less so. Honestly, who else would have this HUGE crazy idea? Only the great director who – if he were to play around, would soon show up to discuss the inclusion of outcast in the next Pride parade – because any similarity to companies this time around Pride Month is purely coincidental.

Y/N woke up at exactly 5 a.m. because of Ajax and her alarm clock. Sure, everything would be very different having his company on normal days, but now? With him acting like a run-over snake who only knows how to talk about Enid and Enid and Enid? Y/N felt sorry for him... really... but DAMN! Okay, she was already a little irritated by all of this and she had a tendency to be short-tempered; and that was why she was strictly banned from the music room since the last music teacher before this new teacher, Mrs. Capri.

Mrs. Capri had even tried to talk to her the day before, something about discussing an important matter. Y/N didn't need to; deep down, Y/N already knew what she wanted and, honestly, she would never accept that idea. Y/N became much angrier after talking to Mrs. Capri.

Although — a whispered "Y/N.." with long steps trying to reach her pace and a hand trying to hold her shoulder and Y/N's sure attempts to dodge the teacher — it didn't really set up a conversation.

Y/N was so angry at everything, everyone—at herself—after ignoring Isadora and being so rude to her. Shit, Y/N even broke the doorknob. Vampires were supposed to be cold, methodical, polite, it was supposed to be that whole Twilight and The Vampire Diaries stereotype with Elijah Mikaelson — should have. — but they weren't.

Well, let's continue about the morning, because this story is definitely far from over yet.

After getting up with extreme reluctance and this stubbornness continued throughout the way from the bathroom to the bedroom, she grabbed her sunglasses and combed her hair, which – curiously – had gotten tangled during her sleep... which Y/N thought was impossible since this had never happened before, at least not to the point where it left her disheveled and unkempt.

Y/N took a little too long to leave the bathroom, she was a little busy trying to calm a... fire—a weight in her chest—something that had been there since the night before. It was something heavy and very strange, a hatred that made her want to cry with anger and frustration, since she knew that something or someone was pressuring her and maybe that someone was herself.

Ajax was a little frustrated as he knocked on the door. First he asked if she was close to leaving the bathroom, then he asked if she was okay, and the third time he was worried and tried to hide it by saying they were going to be late and he still needed to take a shower. The fourth time he only managed to get Y/N out of there when he said he was going to call Mrs. Capri because there was clearly something going on.

Y/N almost broke down the bathroom door when she heard those words and how she bolted out of the bathroom so quickly. When Ajax was about to ask if she was okay, Y/N quickly distracted him by asking if he had spoken to Enid—which clearly hadn't happened and she gained the most embarrassed and uncomfortable expression a gorgon could have on its face.

— No, not yet. You know, I even went to her dorm, but it was Wenesday who was there, and I even tried to ask where is Enid, but...she didn't know — Ajax said in a lowered tone due to embarrassment and the slight blush on his face from the sudden shame and extreme discomfort. If the atmosphere had already been awkward and heavy before, then now there was definitely a petrified elephant in the room.

Y/N knew right then that something was more wrong than it seemed. She had seen Enid go up to the dorm as soon as Ajax said he would look for her. Strange, it seemed like she was hiding from him. Not that it wasn't obvious, but...in such a rough way? She wasn't surprised; werewolves always tended toward savagery, harshness, and brutality by nature. They were wolves. Dogs in human form. They clearly didn't know how to remain faithful or show love without being brutal or impulsive.

— You deserve someone better — Y/N looked at him from under her sunglasses.

— I..— Ajax didn't answer, he just looked at Y/N fixedly and then gave a brief – and minimal – smile, his head gave a slight nod before he sighed and then turned back to the bathroom, entering and closing the door.

And now here we are: Music room, 9:46 a.m. Why was Y/N in that place where any ordinary person would have a heart attack upon seeing her step into that room? Mrs. Capri and... a near suspension and a punishment of being Mrs. Capri's helper for a whole week.

Y/N should have been in fencing class, stabbing a werewolf in the stomach with a sword; however, ironically, she was stuck with a werewolf. Well, for some reason in the universe, she was even calmer... after almost beating up a werewolf because he insinuated that she should see Mrs. Capri, since the music teacher looked like a wreck this morning and smelled like a rejected wolf.

She punched him in the face, then almost pulled out his fangs, then almost broke his neck... and other werewolves had to break up the fight. She was taken to the director and Isadora intervened as soon as she found out; and now here Y/N was...as an assistant.

— Should that violin be sounding so... loose? — Y/N straightened her body a little, watching out of the corner of her eye one of the orchestra members, a new insignificant outcast, who was playing the violin as if those strings had been made from the bowels of some nightmare because everything that sounded from there was horror... not to mention him himself.

The outcast missed a note—again—and Y/N frowned. It wasn't too late to make him swallow that violin for mistreating her ears for half an hour.

— It's completely normal to make mistakes. He's doing well, slowly, but learning; that's the important thing.—Isadora circled the boy as she assessed his performance, gesturing with her hands as she spoke. — He's learning to express his art through the violin strings.

— Everyone makes mistakes... but all the time? There are times when giving up is not an option but a certainty. — Y/N tilted her head slightly, turning her face and looking at Isadora surrounding the boy. — Lost case.

— It's not a lost cause, it just needs careful refinement.—Isadora stopped in front of the boy's stand and, reaching for the sheet music, turned the page to the previous one. — Let's go back to the single notes.

— Someone please kill me — Y/N closed her eyes, murmuring, and turned on her heels, heading towards the piano, going to distract herself and...get away from that.

— You're depressing, you know that?— Isadora raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes flicking to Y/N, but then back to the boy. — First line, try starting with the lower notes, and then we'll go back to the lower notes.

The kid was somewhere between "what have I gotten myself into" and "I can hear you guys" and also a hint of "I want to run away and hide in the sand because I don't deserve this." It was actually funny..Y/N would have laughed if it weren't just...too annoying how bad that kid's talent at being at music was.

How was it possible to be so bad at music? It was fucking Isadora Capri teaching. That former prodigy; That former pop star with an incredible album on Spotify that Y/N pretended not to listen to daily or know about Isadora's entire artistic career...or that she has a collection of the teacher's records.

— You're thinking.— Isadora said aloud. She hadn't looked directly at Y/N, but she knew that the stillness was either rambling thoughts about something or she was making a silent judgment that should be censored for her own safety.

— About you. — Y/N ran her hand through her hair and took a deep breath. — Isador--Mrs. Capri.

— Me?

— You. — Y/N turned her face and fixed her eyes on the piano keys — And in making this boy swallow this violin. It's almost ten in the morning and I'm hearing the worst... whatever that is.— Y/N sighed and sat on the piano bench, crossing her legs and arms, staring at the boy playing the violin — if he wants help to speed up the process of breaking these strings... I'm almost pulling them out for him.

Isadora raised her eyebrows in surprise and, unable to contain her own reaction, she let out a choked laugh, bringing her hand to her mouth in surprise and starting to laugh.

Y/N, who had been "calm" until that moment, quickly turned to Isadora and remained silent as she watched the teacher laugh and lean forward in a mixture of disbelief and grace. Y/N didn't even notice when her fangs had suddenly come out.

— Oh, my.. fuck. — Y/N bit her lip but soon let out a little scream and turned her face away, covering her mouth. — Fuck!

Isadora stopped laughing as soon as she heard Y/N's scream and ran to her before she could think of what to do. — What? What's wrong? Is everything okay?

The violin stopped playing. The boy, who had been quiet until then, ended up placing the violin on the stand next to the bow and, at the first opportunity, ran away from that—unmotivated-kids—vampire.

Isadora didn't even pay attention to the student's escape, she just ended up pulling Y/N's body by the arm and fell to her knees in front of her legs. With concern, she whispered to Y/N to let her see what happened. When she managed to remove Y/N's hand from in front of her face... Isadora stopped.

There was blood.

Not a little—vampire fangs were too sharp to draw a little blood. Isadora felt her stomach churn. — Oh my...oh, my darling..

Isadora's hands stayed on Y/N's cheeks, who tried to move away a little, but perhaps by some instinct or some wolf reasoning, Isadora just held her in place while she leaned in and, in a completely natural way, ended up licking Y/N's bloody lips and fangs.

Y/N blushed, redder than the blood in her face. She wasn't kidding when she said her heart was pounding out of her chest.

— What you--? Isadora! — Y/N tried to protest but ended up being silenced by a reprimanding grunt from Isadora.Isadora closed her eyes and her tongue ran over the two wounds again, collecting the blood and cleaning it. Opening her eyes and pulling away slightly, she looked at Y/N's lips and then her brow slowly furrowed.

She was red, embarrassed, internally she felt an embarrassment hit her by the sudden action but she disguised it with elegance and redirection as she brought her fingers to the rings on her other hand and began to play with them.

— Your blood is sweet. — Isadora felt slightly confused about having liked the taste. — But it's clean...cleaner than before.

— You licked me..— Y/N murmured

— You're drooling. — Isadora raised her eyebrows and her eyes looked up at Y/N — And your eyes are dark... did you bite me?

— You licked me! — Y/N exclaimed in a growl through her teeth and then paused, her breathing becoming more labored.

— You drank my blood — Capri slowly began to get up and stood up

— I..— Y/N growled again and stood up suddenly and, before Isadora could say anything, Y/N growled — Don't!

Y/N left, leaving Isadora to her own devices. Y/N was explosive while Isadora wasn't.

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I know, I know, there were some things in the request that I haven't done yet. There will be a part 2; I'll write it and I'll post it this week. <3