Monster high wasn't the first place I'd imagined myself ending up, considering the fact that just seven months ago I was a normal human being, partying and celebrating the time of my life.
However, life isn't fair, and as of recent I've come to understand that unlife isn't fair either, but rather than be bitter and resentful about it I eventually learned to see the good in it.
My fellow zombie kind seem to get along relatively well in this small community, and elsewhere in this ever changing world and so I shouldn't be the exception.
Of course though it's sometimes hard to forget that once I was alive. That once I had a radically different future, with the chance to grow older and have a family someday...
"Oh, Lucas darling, don't stray too far..." Alexandra called to me. She's my guardian in more ways than one. She found me on the streets and showed me hope, and explained the possibilities that were still available to me. One of those ideas was moving to this small community of New Salem.
We were almost finished with our travel and she was on edge after months of travelling and evading the human population and other anti-monster entities.
Actually, she'd been more than on edge since crossing the Californian border, and it felt like she was hiding something from me.
She skidded to a halt and with a twist of her wrist she sucked me away from the far side of the road on which we were travelling with her telekinesis. She bopped my head and hissed, "You twit, you're going to make yourself into roadkill hobbling along the freeway like that! By Ra you'll be the death of me...well if I could die again anyway."
"Rrrrrnnnggghhh?" I moaned, the dark tinge to her voice causing a nervous chill up my spine.
She sighed, and pulled me over to a side where she materialised a few chairs and an umbrella. She pushed me into a chair and patted the dust off my pants and jacket before daintily sitting herself down.
"It's nothing sweetheart, let's just sit for a moment. Your probably frazzled from the sun." She whispered in an uncharacteristically gentle voice.
Alexandra was a beautiful being, as old as time itself. No, really, Ancient Egyptians invented twelve hour time apparently. She was one the daughter of a wealthy man who was in charge of funerals for the royals of the Nile. She was tragically abducted and enslaved by some Greeks and was taken to Athens where she lost her life due to her witchcraft powers.
But Hades, the god of death felt pity for her and granted her unlife in return for her services. Her job along with several other beings was to protect undead individuals and assist them through their journey to the afterlife.* It had been thousands of years since she'd been put out of work though due to modern religion overriding the people's faith and until I came along she'd been free to wander the earth, without purpose. The last of her kind as the others like her eventually vanished.
I on the other hand was a boring dirt bag from Los Angeles who had a bad run in with fate and ended up waking up the next day with a crime scene surrounding me. I would have been discovered by the media, and subject to horrific rights and privacy invasion if she hadn't teleported me out of there.
I never found out who did it to me or why, and I guess I don't care anymore. Soon I would never have to think of it again, and I'd be surrounded by other zombies and monsters of my own relatively accurate age to mingle with in peace.
But with Alex acting so erratically it was hard to be optimistic.
Sure enough... That was the last day I saw her.
...Three weeks later...
Head Mistress Bloodgood was very generous in providing me with an emergency dorm upon my arrival, and was happy to assist me with making adjustments to my enrolment papers.
"A fellow student will arrive shortly and escort you to your new dorm, and I hope you'll enjoy your stay here." She concluded, placing her head back into its place.
"Thank you, and I will." I slowly spoke. I was still getting used to being able to speak English again, but it was nice to not require a translator for those out there who are too ignorant to learn the moans and groans.
A knock at the door brought our attention to a rebellious looking female monster with flowing pink and green hair, the vines encircling her wrists and legs seemed to pulse with life, and if my heart still moved it would probably be pulsing faster.
"Oh hey, you must be Lucas." She deducted, looking straight over to me with a sharp, fanged smile and I felt weak.
"Lucas," Bloodgood interjected, "This is Venus McFlytrap, who lives in the dorm next to yours."
I nodded and groaned in zombie, unable to form my newly relearned English and shakily followed Venus out of the office.
"So, you're a witch and a zombie at the same time!" She began, "That's a killer combo, but I thought only girls were witches..."
I rediscovered my lingual skills in a quick urge to correct her innocent mistake, "No, witch is a gender less term. I could say Sorcerer instead but that sounds lame."
I sort of didnt want to talk about my witch side. I was still getting used to it, and not only that, but I don't even know how to control my witch side. Alexandra didn't exactly leave me 'instructions' when she gave me her powers before...
"So, I don't suppose you'd be interested in flowers?" I quickly changed the subject.
She gave me an offended look, indicating that I probably should have worded that better.
"Hey, what is that supposed to mean? Is it because I'm a plant? Huh?" She snapped, her vines quivering menacingly.
"No, no, no sorry that came out wrong...I just...like plants and flowers and stuff." I back tracked.
It's true, I really did enjoy getting down into the dirt and gardening for hours at a time. It had always been a great pleasure of mine to the point where I practically swoon over the delicate specimens.
She looked me up and down through narrowed eyes and then hummed, a sly grin on her face, "Oh, I see." She left it at that, and I'm glad she did.
I continued the uncomfortable walk of shame to the dorms and barely took notice of the vast array of monsters surrounding me. I'd have plenty of time to observe them all later.
We came to a stop eventually and I glanced upward at the warped and randomly structured doorway labelled "The dorm of Hocus and Pocus"
I snorted as the label reflected my new name, "Lucas Pocus" and then I turned to thank my escort.
"Sorry about the flower thing... And thanks, I suppose." I mumbled out slowly.
"No problem! And if you ever need any help, I'm always next door with my ghoulfriends, okay?" She said sweetly, clearly teasing me and my obvious crush.
I sighed and then went to open the door, before she piped up, "Oh, but just to warn you, the dorm on the other side of you is home to Hoodude...he's a voodoo doll and..."
The nice, hard jolt in my stomach and a cheery 'Oops, sorry!' Coming from behind the other door explained the rest.
Great. This was just going to be fang-bloody-tastic.
Authors Notes:
* This is not supported by true Greek Mythology and is not a fact. I acknowledge this. It is a philosophy I create myself for a different story in which Alexandra is a variety of Grim Reaper that acts as a guardian angel for Lucas for professional reasons.
Prologue and first chapter all in one for my new Monster High fan fiction, starring my ex-serious-supernatural-drama novel character Lucas Miller, now renamed Lucas Pocus
lucas is an easy going zombie who due to unfortunate circumstances was given witch powers, but is far from ready to control them. He has a love for bugs and flowers, and all things dirty, preferring to keep to the sidelines and watch unlife pass.
As he is only recently deceased he has a little trouble accepting his conditions but a supportive and positive experience like Monster High should help him out, but it hasn't been easy so far.
In this chapter we are given a little backstory of Lucas and Alexandra. (Whose real name is about seven syllables long and he can't pronounce it, let alone remember it )
Upon reaching monster high he is still in mourning of her, who had become like a second mother to him after being estranged from his human family. He now has to stay in the dorms, due to this and to top it off he's roomed between the plant of his dreams and an accident prone Voodoo doll. Oh what could go wrong with that?
