Fated to Him, Drawn to You

MEGAN’S POV

I sat at our usual table in the cafeteria, pushing peas around my plate, barely listening to Jemma as she excitedly mapped out our last year of high school.

“MEGAN!” Jemma shouted. “Are you listening?”

“I am, sounds great so far!”

Her voice was a blur of enthusiasm. College applications, prom plans, summer adventures…yet I was worlds away, lost in my own thoughts. My eyes kept drifting across the room, stealing glances at Victor.

He was sitting with his kind. Those mysterious, shadowed figures the school whispered about but dared not approach directly. The vampires. Their presence was a quiet, constant hum in the background of my days, but today, something felt different. The way Victor's gaze flicked across the room and settled briefly on me sent a strange shiver down my spine. 

Jemma’s voice faded into the background as I stared, mesmerized. I wondered what it would be like, what it was like to be one of them. I knew I shouldn’t be thinking these things. I knew I should be paying attention to Jemma’s plans, to the future I was supposed to be excited about. But all I could think about was Victor, and the strange, dangerous allure he represented.

Victor and I had been secretly dating for months now. Not because we were ashamed of each other, far from it. It was because the Council forbade any kind of relationship between species. They called it dangerous, unnatural. But our feelings? They refused to be silenced. Every stolen glance, every quiet moment in the shadows, was a rebellion. 

I watched as Emorie leaned in slightly, feeding Victor a single grape with a teasing smile. It was a small gesture, but it sliced through me like a dagger. Jealousy bubbled up inside, hot and uncontrollable. Every time I saw them like that, pretending…putting on a show, it felt like I was losing a little piece of myself.

Emorie was Victor's girlfriend, at least, that’s what they told everyone. It was a carefully constructed façade, a way to keep his parents happy and maintain the fragile peace of our secret world. Victor had always reassured me, whispering late at night, that it was just for appearances, that his feelings for her weren’t real. But knowing that didn’t make it easier. Seeing her act so naturally, so effortlessly close to him, made my heart ache.

It was a constant battle holding onto hope, convincing myself that Victor’s words were true, that he cared for me beyond the lies we told. But the ache of jealousy, the fear that I was just another secret, that I’d always be hidden in the shadows…those feelings lingered, gnawing at me every day.

I clenched my fists under the table, fighting back the surge of bitterness. All I wanted was to be seen, truly seen, by him. To be loved without masks, without secrets. But for now, I had to hide my pain, keep my feelings buried deep, while the world outside remained unaware of the storm raging inside me.

I was lost in these thoughts when Maddie and her clique swaggered into the cafeteria, taking their usual seats with a confidence that made heads turn. All conversations hushed, eyes flicked toward her, and I felt that familiar pang of jealousy twist in my stomach. Maddie was the hottest girl in school no, in the whole damn town and she knew it. With every step she took, she commanded attention like a queen. 

But it wasn’t just her beauty that made my skin crawl; it was the way everyone looked at her. witches, vampires, werewolves…everyone hated each other, or so we’d been thought. The ancient grudges, the endless wars. That’s what we believed for years. Until I got to know Victor for myself.

He wasn’t like them. Not really. Yes, he was a vampire, but beneath the sharp edge of his fangs and the night-dark eyes, there was something else, something human. Something kind. I saw it in his smile, in the way he listened when I spoke, in the way he risked everything just to be with me.And now, looking at Maddie, flirting with her clique, her hair perfectly tousled, her gaze daring anyone to challenge her….I wondered how much of the world was just surface, how much was just illusion. Because if vampires and witches and werewolves could coexist, maybe everything we’d been told was a lie. Maybe love, real love, was stronger than the ancient rules.

I clenched my fists under the table, feeling the weight of secrets I carried. The world was changing, whether we wanted it to or not. And somewhere, in the shadows of that crowded cafeteria, I knew Victor was thinking the same thing.

We had lived in peace, more or less for years now, coexisting in a fragile balance forged by the formation of the Council. Six members, two from each species…vampires, witches, and werewolves. Each representing their own kind, their own interests. My dad sat on that council, a proud werewolf, fierce and protective, always fighting to keep our kind safe. 

But if he ever found out about Victor, about us, everything could change. The thought alone made my stomach churn. My secret life, the forbidden love I hid behind closed doors, was a constant weight pressing down on me. Not to mention the everyday struggle to keep our true selves hidden from the humans we mingled with daily.

There were talks, quiet and cautious, about creating a school just for us. Some secret academy where we could learn, grow, and be safe without fear of discovery. But those plans never materialized. Instead, we had to blend into the human world as best as we could, hiding our true natures behind masks of normalcy. 

I watched Maddie across the room, her attention on her friends, and I wondered how long we could keep up this charade. How long we could pretend that the fragile peace would last, that the ancient fears wouldn’t ignite again. Because beneath the surface, I knew the truth. Somewhere in the shadows, ancient tensions simmered just beneath the surface. And I couldn’t help but fear that one day, everything might come crashing down.

Especially if Victor’s secret ever slipped out.