PRE-STORY IMFO:

In this story everyone is a year older. Draculura, Cleo, Deuce… are all in their junior years and Clawd is in his senior year. Draculura has been working a little with herself on her fear of blood but if she sees it she gets woozy and then sometimes passes out, but you can talk about blood in front of her.

PREFACE

I could hear the music DJ was brewing up on the dance floor through the three inch oak door that led into the bedroom. It was slightly muted but the music still managed to make the window panes in Melody Carver's house shake. I was drunk. Some normie snuck into the party and spiked the punch with alcohol. I was vaguely aware that what I was about to be doing was wrong but I didn't care, because it felt soo right. I could feel Deuce's hands on my thighs and I could taste the alcohol on his lips. He had drunk more punch than I had. This was going to end badly, but I wasn't going to be the one to stop it.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you to Deuce." I said back to him then planted a bright burnt red kiss on his alcohol spiked lips. I felt the zipper on the back of my gold wrap dress sliding down…

ABOUT THREE WEEKS LATER…

Monster High: The Freaky (Untold) Stories

Chapter 1 Little Egyptian

"Damn it all in the name of Ra!"Cleo screamed. I was freaking out; I couldn't believe that this was happening. It had only been one night! I couldn't even begin to imagine what my father would say. Or Deuce, what would he say? What would he do? I was suddenly very aware that he was outside the bathroom door.

I checked the box again. Red is positive, I was pregnant. I threw the test in the trash and buried my face in my hands leaning against the sink. I looked up into the mirror. My onyx hair was frizzed and my eyes looked scared. Something very rare on an Egyptian princess.

"Cleo is everything okay?" Deuce asked from my room on the other side of the bathroom door. There was worry laced in his voice, but for me or the results. "Cleo?"

What was I going to do?

...

Clawd and Draculura were on the sofa in Clawd's living room making out. I was sitting across his lap with his arms wrapped my waist, my arms around his neck. Up close I could smell every scent that was Clawd. The honey and cinnamon scent that was on every Were, accompanied with the cologne that I had gotten him on his 18th birth day. He pulled me forward laying my legs along the couch pushing me onto my back, my head rested on the lavender colored throw pillows with gold tassels all without breaking the kiss. He braced his hands on either side of my head and looked me in the eyes.

"I love you," he said, then kissed my fuchsia pink lips.

"I love you more," I said in return. Running my fingers through his hair, letting them then trail down his neck to his collar bone then rest on his heart while I leaned up for another kiss. I was so glad his family had agreed to leave us at the house alone for our one year anniversary of dating. We'd been together for an entire year; it was ALMOST hard to believe. After we'd had a nice garden salad and veggie steak that my honey bun, Clawd, had prepared for us we had went into the living room expecting to watch a movie but then we decided to make out instead.

I wrapped my arms around Clawd's neck tangling my fingers in his hair which I'd styled. It was cut just below his ear reaching down to clip his shoulder. It was dark brown with black streaks and long bangs that covered his eye on the right side. It looked so hot.

I pulled him to my lips at the same time he came down to kiss me. His hands were on my back holding me to him while his tongue was tangling it's self with mine, teeth on teeth, my fangs extended and caught Clawd's lip. Blood filled my lip.

"Oww!" Clawd exclaimed, like you say on reflex when something doesn't hurt but probably should.

He pulled back from me and I sat up unlacing my legs from around his hips which I'd had no idea had gotten there. I straightened out my hot pink skirt with ruby and onyx studs, black net trim, and faux wolf tail safety pinned in the back. Also I had to pull my black button-up strapless tube top with matching arm warmers (with cuffs) and collar chocker because it had somehow had the top three of the six buttons un-done revealing my black lace Victoria's Secret bra.

"I'm sorry Clawd." I exclaimed, buttoning my shirt up.

He grabbed my hands which were on the last of the buttons on my top that had been un-done. "Draculura, it's okay"

I looked up into his golden yellow eyes. He looked so much like Clawdeen; I'm so glad she wasn't here right now. He leaned over to kiss me and my eyes caught sight of the red blood on his pink lips. I tasted just the faintest hint of a metallic copper cinnamon before if became a burning rust taste.

"Clawd!" I felt Woozy. My body and hands started to shake. The world was getting wobbly. I couldn't see straight. Clawd's face was worried.

"Here," He said."Lie down, I'll clean myself up and get you some tomato juice."

He left the room and I felt absolutely horrible. Not from the sight of his blood but because I had messed up out date. I will get over this fear of the sight of blood if it kills me undead.

"Cleo, baby, are you okay?" Deuce said lightly tapping on the door.

I opened the door, my eyes bloodshot and monscara running. I'd stayed in the bathroom nearly thirty minutes while Deuce had tried to coax me out.

"Oh god…" He stammered his green snake eyes huge behind his glasses. He took me into his arms stroking down my ruffled hair full of real gold highlights. "It'll be okay." He whispered into my ear so confidant and sure.

"How do you know? How are we going to do his?" My voice was cracking and full of tears. My throat hurt to speak. All the poise and confidence I'd had as the Egyptian princess Cleopatra had vanished. "What am I going to do?" I said looking away.

He firmly planted both hands on my arms and held me out to him, then placed a hand under my chin forcing me to look into his eyes hidden behind his glasses.

"WE will find a way." He said. Then he wrapped me in his arms and pulled me close to his chest.

I stood there broken, scared, and unmoving then nestled my head on his shoulder and nuzzled his neck where I planted one glossy burnt red kiss, and then softly began to cry closing my eyes.

END CH. 1