Author's Note: Oh LOLs, sorry people. I know that there is still lots of Banshee and Jinx I need to upload but I'm giving it a break because I need to go through and edit my chapters. Any way I can believe I did this, but I did. Lollipop Chainsaw meets Monster High! I know the game isn't even released till Tuesday, June 12th but I can't wait, I'm already so pumped and excited! SQEUALS! Any way, I've already decided Zed is my favorite bad guy, who doesn't love swear words and a giant mohawk? Well, here's my OC and Zed's fictional teen Daughter. Enjoy and leave some reviews! I like reading your opinion!
Chapter 1: Welcome Roxanne
It was the start of semester two at Monster High and since Monster High won the Fearleading Mashionals the previous semester, and the school gained lots of publication thanks to the event. So more and more monsters were enrolling at Monster High, and with more students came more families moving into the area. One family was a small zombie family, but they most certainly weren't like the other zombies in the area. For one, they spoke English not zombie, and two they moved at normal pace with the rest of the world. Though, even with that they are still far from normal.
It was approximately 7 in the morning and 17 year old Roxanne was getting herself ready for her first day of traditional school. Which, to her, felt extremely forced. The ghoul was the daughter of a Zombie Rock God, did she really have to go to school when she should only need to worry about how she'd be able to take over her Dad's godly title when he finally decided to pass it down to her. Yet, the FEDs required that Roxanne attended public school and pass it with 230 credits and a GPA no lower than 2.0, which she was already way behind in.
Trying to make a quiet breakfast for herself, Roxanne placed two pieces of bread in the toaster and pushed down the lever on the toaster before sneaking over to the fridge to look for some type of jelly or spread to accompany the soon to be toast. The quest to remain quiet was beginning to teeter on the level of impossible, as she rummaged through the many jars that sat in their clunky fridge, caused the glass jars rattled against each other as the searched traveled deeper in. Roxanne was about to stop and settle on dry toast when she found the small jar of pink paste for her breakfast, a small smile forced her thin lips to curl she grabbed the jar and closed the fridge.
That noise, the fridge door dropping against the loose rubber seal, seemed to be the final straw of noise for Roxanne's Dad.
"Fuck Roxy! Why are you so loud?" Zed, Roxanne's dad asked as he emerged from the back room.
The older Zombie covered his mouth as he yawned, not wanting to allow one of his many powerful verbal attacks to escape his mouth and crash into the roof so early in the morning. Roxanne rolled her eyes before returning to her toast, she didn't need to be late on day no. 1 at the new high school.
"Since you woke me up give me a piece of toast." Zed ordered his voice cracking as it usually did.
"No way old man, I need both these pieces of toast." Roxanne replied snatching both the pieces of hot, freshly toasted bread before her Dad had the chance to snatch one away with his freakishly long arms.
Roxanne took a seat at the small kitchen/dinning room table, it wobbled wildly when she put the minor weight of her elbows on it, and spread the pink paste across the two slabs of nearly burnt bread as she listened to her Dad rummage through the cabinets before moving to the pantry. His tall red mohawk most likely sweeping across the ceiling and leaving a trail in the dust.
"Is there no fuckin' food?" Zed asked obviously frustrated.
"I don't know, aren't you the adult?" Roxanne asked as she took a large bite out of the bread.
Zed groaned before he left the kitchen and threw himself down into one of the worn armchairs that littered the living room. Roxanne stood from the table to lean against the wall opposite her Dad and tried not to laugh. The black leather of the chair made Zed's grey-white skin look almost shiny, not that his bright red mohawk or his red plaid skinny's helped give him a healthier glow.
"Old man why are you shirtless?" Roxanne asked handing her Dad the second piece of toast, "and why are you sleeping in your skinny's again?"
Zed gave his daughter a icy glare before biting into the crusty bread, "I can sit in my house as I like. I'll sleep in whichever clothes I want and as many articles of clothes I want. Why? Don't like my nipple rings?"
Roxanne laughed rolling her eyes, "I try not to look at those awkward, constantly swollen things."
Zed chuckled which nearly caused him to choke on the still rather dry toast.
"Don't die old man!" Roxanne said rushing to the kitchen and pouring her Dad a glass of what appeared to be thick, red juice.
"I won't die from a little piece of bread, shit." Zed said harshly when his daughter reappeared at his side with the glass.
"You aren't allowed to die till I turn eighteen, I'm not allowed to take over till then and you know it." Roxanne said as she walked down the hall into the bathroom.
"Is that all you care about?" Zed asked, following after the busy teen, "My title?"
Roxanne rolled her eyes as she applied toothpaste to her frayed toothbrush before shoving it in her mouth. As she looked into the mirror she found Zed leaning against the doorframe, his white eyes seeming far off in thought, as if the man-child was actually thinking like an adult for five seconds.
"When'd you get so power hungry?" He asked.
The question caught Roxanne off guard causing her to swallow a mouth full of toothpaste. Dropping her toothbrush in the sink and rinsing out her mouth Roxanne turned to Zed, her glassy white eyes a little watery.
"Dad, I don't mean it like that, I'm just tryin' to mess with you." Roxanne said feeling overwhelmingly girly, "Are you mad?"
Zed was quiet for approximately ten seconds before he let out a nasty high-pitched giggle that made Roxanne go from feeling sad to used for a laugh.
"Oh! Your such a fuckin' ass-hole!" Roxanne swore pushing past the six foot eight man and entering her room to only grab her studded and marker tattooed, once-white messenger bag.
Even as Roxanne was leaving the house Zed followed, a big 'I got you good' grin plastered on his undead face. But he stopped her at the front door and forced her to give him a good-bye hug, which Roxanne applied to for about six seconds before she sucker punched him in the gut and walked away.
Roxanne didn't feel bad that she gave her Dad a wonderful display of tough love; the two had always been that way, ever since she showed up in his life when she was about five or six. It was then she went from being only with her mom to only with her Dad, and man was that different. At least her Mom, whose face was now extremely blurry in her memory, knew what young Roxanne needed, but Zed was as lost as any single father could be. The thought of the earlier years simply made Roxanne smile now and even laugh a bit, but not too much. She was after all in public no need to be labeled crazy girl, at least not yet.
When Roxanne finally reached the Monster High campus, which was farther away then she originally thought, the tardy bell had already rang. Now the new ghoul had to wander the halls until she found the Headless Headmistresses office. Roxanne only had to knock once before a pleasantly female's voice allowed her access.
"Yes? How may I help you?" the woman asked eyeing Roxanne curiously.
"My name's Roxanne and I don't got a schedule." Roxanne said standing in front of the desk.
"Oh yes, Roxy correct?" the Headless Headmistress asked looking through a small file, "What is your reason for being late today?"
"Serious? Have you seen that drive way you got? That thing alone took like ten minutes!" Roxanne said quickly becoming frustrated.
"This is your first day correct?" Headless Headmistress asked keeping calm.
Roxanne groaned trying to reign in her inherited short temper, "Yes, today is my first day."
"Well, I'll give you a break today Roxy, but after today you will no longer be excused for your absences." Headless Headmistress said strictly handing Roxanne her schedule.
"Thanks for the warnin' " Roxanne said stiffly, attempting to fake some calmness before she left.
Roxanne's first class was Mad Science and luckily the classroom wasn't to far from the Headmistress's office, but one unfortunate was that it was a stacked classroom and the door was in the front of the classroom.
" 'Ello thar miss. Why are you late?" the teacher asked, every word seemed to be coated in spit.
"It's my first day and I just didn't figure the school's drive was so long." Roxanne said handing over her schedule to the teacher, before nervously scratching the open suture on her left shoulder.
The class laughed, but it didn't comfort the now overly nervous Roxanne. Why did this school give her the chills? Her glassy eyes scanned every single laughing face in the room, what had she said that was so funny? Or were they laughing at her? Roxanne's nervousness quickly turned into a un needed heated anger, and all traces of confusion on her face vanished as it quickly switched over to anger.
"All right now that's enough!" the teacher shouted and the classroom quickly settled down, "Now, um Roxanne, find an empty seat and begin to take notes."
Roxanne didn't reply but took her schedule and eagerly started to climb the stairs, only to find one empty seat slab in the middle of the middle row. Walking over and taking a seat, things seemed fine until some one tapped her shoulder. Roxanne looked up from the search in her bag and into bright green and blue eyes.
"Hi! I'm Frankie Stein." The ghoul said in an excited tone, "So your new here?"
"Yeah." Roxanne said simply turning her attention back to her bag as she pulled out a spiral notebook.
"Whoa! You've got stitches too!" Frankie squealed almost too loudly.
Several people turned around before realizing it was simply Frankie and then turning back to the lesson.
"Look! I'm almost covered in them!" Frankie said pointing to her arms and her neck.
"Uh, that's cool." Roxanne said as she found the ballpoint pen she was finally looking for.
"Yours are open though. Want me to tighten them?" Frankie asked as her thin fingers moved for the Zombie's sutures.
"No!" Roxanne snapped standing.
Everyone turned around then, watching the new comer snap at an overly friendly girl.
"If you tighten them I can't move my arms." Roxanne explained loudly as purple-ish blush covered her cheeks, she gathered the supplies off the table and left looking for a new seat.
Her new seat was in the corner on the top row and being so high up made it nearly impossible for Roxanne to hear the teacher. Not that really bothered the irritated zombie teen, her glassy eyes staring down at the shrunken figure that was the supposed teacher. Roxanne rolled her eyes as she strained to look at the writings on the chalkboard before she gave up and scanned the classmates that also occupied the top row. At the far end a couple was eagerly tongue wrestling, as was the couple next to them, and closest to Roxanne sat three were-cats. The three whispered to each other before viciously laughing and tossing several paper balls at the students below them.
"Wow, you're cool." Roxanne mumbled as she began to put her notebook and pen back into her bag, no need to keep them out.
"Oh, excuse us. Are we bothering you?" the orange one asked as she flipped her red hair out of her face.
"Naw. You're fine." Roxanne said harshly, a nasty grin on her face.
The cat huffed out a breath as her green orbs rolled around the top of her sockets before turning back to her friends.
The class couldn't be over any sooner; by the time the bell rang Roxanne had gained an extra twenty minutes of sleep. Not that it really helped, the sleep was light so she could keep an ear on her trouble making tablemates. When the were-cats shuffled past her and half the class had emptied Roxanne stood and walked down to the teacher.
"Can I 'elp you missy?" the teacher asked, more spit.
"I couldn't hear a single word during that lesson, could I maybe come after school or during lunch and get them?" Roxanne asked.
"Listen 'er missy, no one in my class is gettin' any special treatment." The teacher bellowed splashing Roxanne's face with saliva, "Make friends with a classmate and get the notes from them!"
Roxanne had several response come to mind but she merely let out an angry muffled scream before rushing from the classroom, she didn't need 'Assault on a Teacher' on her record, on day one.
How Roxanne made it to lunch with out being sent to the Headless Headmistress's office was beyond the young zombie. As Roxanne waited in the lunch line hoping there would at least be something meaty and Zombie-ish to look forward to, she found the menu very un-zombie friendly. So she had to deal with that by grabbing the bloodiest stake she found, and luckily the last one. Paying for the bloody meat and finding an empty table, Roxanne was prepared to dig in the natural zombie way, but stopped. It was obvious that she was the momentary buzz, as curious eyes looked her over. It was very annoying.
Roxanne, not wanting to be the fun thing to watch, gathered her try and left the cafeteria and easily decided the empty Casket Ball court was a great place to eat in peace. As she disregarded her flimsy fork and knife and lifted the bloody piece of meet with her hands, eagerly anticipating the taste on her tongue, some on cleared their throat. With her glassy eyes now shinning a tad of red anger, the glassy orbs landed on a two tall wolves and a wide one.
"Yes?" Roxanne asked, the blood dripping down off the meat, between her fingers and falling onto her pants.
"We're gonna play two-on-one, just wanted to let you know." The darker of the two tall ones said politely as he brought up a casket ball.
"Shit, it's fine." Roxanne muttered once again gathering her bag and leaving the Casket Ball court, and this time her tray.
As Roxanne approached the three an idea popped in her frustrated mind, it was a smarter to eat and walk than attempting to find another quiet place to sit. As she passed the three boys, Roxanne took a large bite into the meat and pulled viciously to get the tough, almost rubbery meat to rip. The blood dripping from her mouth and down her chin, swiftly dripping down onto the exposed portion of her chest. The boys were most likely gawking at the savage act, but Roxanne was no longer paying attention to them because that meat was tantalizing her tongue and the blood filled her mouth, and slowly dripping down her throat. It was like paradise had finally been found as the filling sensation began and the stress of earlier disappeared.
"Oh sweet Zombie Overlord that was amazing." Roxanne muttered as she swallowed her first bite and bit in for a second one.
By the time Roxanne had taken her final bite of juicy, delicious stake, her hands were soaked in blood and needed a rinse. Entering the closest Ghouls Room Roxanne hadn't expected company. Frankie, the overly helpful ghoul from earlier, was there along with another ghoul, much shorter than herself with long blue hair and a skin complexion Roxanne knew very well.
"Zombie?" Roxanne asked.
"Yes, my names Ghoulia." The Ghoul said in zombie, a language Roxanne understood clearly but could not speak.
"Sweet, my name's Roxanne, but you can call me Roxy." Roxanne said smiling at the zombie girl, "my hands are a mess."
Ghoulia laughed, "Had a nice stake I see?"
"Yes, but my overlord was it delicious." Roxanne stated as she began washing her hands.
Frankie was quickly felt left out, not because she didn't know Zombie herself, it was the first foreign language she had learned after her activation, but because Roxanne had snapped at her before and seemed fairly unsocial but was now easily getting along with Ghoulia.
"We all enjoy different. They had a great burger and creeper fries in there." Ghoulia licked her lips and rubbed her stomach, "Now those where delicious."
Roxanne smiled revealing her bloodied teeth momentarily before taking a quick swig of sink water to rinse it, just because she was a Zombie, didn't mean she needed to smell like one.
"Next time I'll need to try that." Roxanne said as she prepared to leave.
"Wait!" Ghoulia shouted shuffling over to the departing punk, "I want to give you my number so we can talk some more, it's hard to find other smart Zombie ghouls around here."
Roxanne laughed at the compliment, "I'm so not smart Ghoulia I'm just sarcastic and stuff. You'll get bored with me."
"Well, I'll decide that for myself later." Ghoulia said as she wrote her number on a small sticky note pad before passing it to Roxanne, "Give me a call when you get home."
Roxanne looked over the note, the paper was bordered with red and black, and the right bottom corner held duel cherries. Ghoulia's handwriting was neat as Roxanne could easily read the seven-digit number.
"Okay, I'll try." Roxanne said, "Nice meeting you Ghoulia."
This time Roxanne was officially allowed to leave as she began to wander off to find her next period, though she was more than ready to go home and crash on the couch. That was if her Dad wasn't romping around the house like a toddler.
When seventh period was over Roxanne was pleased to join the crowd of teens heading to the main doors, ready and eager to get home. Though while some of them climbed onto school buses, and others got into their parents cars or even onto their own bicycles or into their own cars, Roxanne joined the small group of monsters that were walking towards the exit, apart of them was that Frankie ghoul. Roxanne rolled her eyes as she watched the tall ghoul look around for some one she knew, but it was obvious Frankie didn't see anyone. Sighing, Roxanne sped up to catch the Frankenstein creature.
"Frankie." Roxanne said, her sudden appearance startling her classmate.
"Oh Roxy- eh Roxanne." Frankie said, politely correcting herself.
"Don't freak out, you can call me Roxy too." Roxanne said meeting Frankie's pace, "Only teacher's call me Roxanne, except for Headless Headmistress Bloodgood, she already knew my nick name before I told her."
"Yup, that's HHB." Frankie said, her face lighting up since they had now met mutual talking space.
Once the two had left the campus it turned out they both lived in a similar direction, and for this walk Roxanne let Frankie talk her happy go lucky heart out. By listening to Frankie, Roxanne learned the workings of the school; the Fearleading squad was the most popular ghouls in school and Frankie was happily apart of them, but Cleo de Nile was the Queen, she and her boyfriend Deuce were numbero uno out of the whole school, quickly followed by Cleo and Frankie's vampire friend Draculaura and her were-wolf boyfriend Clawd, whom Roxanne might have met earlier.
"Hey Frankie," Roxanne said cutting off Frankie's gossip fest.
"Yeah?" Frankie asked, curious to why they had stopped walking.
Roxanne pointed to the street sign that read Crystal Lake St. , "This is my street, I live down in the end of this col-de-sac."
"Oh… Well, maybe we can walk to school tomorrow?" Frankie asked small hopeful sparks popping from her neck bolts.
"Sure, what's the harm in it." Roxanne said smiling a little.
"Oh cool! Here's my number!" Frankie said taking a soft tipped marker and writing her number on Roxanne's palm.
With that Roxanne and Frankie parted, and for some odd reason Roxanne felt drained as she approached her small one story house. The ghoul didn't knock as she entered the house, fearing that her Dad was sleeping on the couch or even possibly on the living room floor and by knocking would wake him up. However, as Roxanne entered and walked back to her room to drop off her bag and then peak into her Dad's room, and then the kitchen, and finally the living room, the teen found that her father was simply not home.
"Weird." Roxanne muttered as she sat down on the only sofa they owned and pulled the red-corded phone closer as she dialed Ghoulia's number.
"Hello?" Ghoulia asked, her voice a little fuzzy as it came through the old phone's receiver.
"Ghoulia, it's Roxanne. I just wanted to test the number to make sure it works." Roxanne said as she began to pull off her boots and toss them under the small worn coffee table.
"Oh, hey Roxanne! I'm down at the Coffin Bean with some Ghoul friends; do you want to join us?" Ghoulia asked.
"Not today Ghoulia, is another time okay?" Roxanne asked as she curled her toes hearing them crack, "It's just I don't know where my Dad is."
"Yeah it's fine." Ghoulia said shushing some one on the other side.
"I'll let you go then Ghoulia." Roxanne said.
Ghoulia moaned a quick good-bye before hanging up, and Roxanne placed the phone back on the receiver. Groaning Roxanne pulled off her vest and tossed it to the floor with her boots, what was she supposed to do? Roxanne had hardly paid attention through her classes, and she wasn't sure if she had any homework. She could look in her bag; see if at one point she had written down an assignment in one of her notebooks. But as the couch began to form a comfy space around butt and upper thighs, the less she wanted to even think about school, or possible homework assignments.
"Maybe when Dad gets home, I'll see if I have any." Roxanne said as she moved her position to lie across the couch in the final relax position.
As Roxanne squirmed to work the worn leather sofa, she removed her spiked bracelet, colored metal bangles, and studded chocker. She placed each item on the stained coffee table and gave a final wiggle before Roxanne decided she was comfortable and simply closed her eyes. Sleep didn't take long to seep its way forward, taking over every thought the zombie demi-goddess had. But one thought did linger, the one thought that was always, constantly buzzing in the back of Roxanne's mind. After leaving her with Zed, where did her Mother go?