A Monster High Fanfiction

By Nova Caine

Summary:

When Heath's sister, Harmony Burns, gets murdered by an anonymous assassin named Mr. V, it's up to the characters we know and love to solve the murder.

Author's note: just about every chapter in this story has a song that goes along with it. For best reading experience, look up each suggested track and listen.

Chapter one: Hello?

Suggested track: Hello by Evanescence

Heath hated waiting.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance as he stared at his phone screen. She should be here by now.

"where r u?" He texted her for what felt like the thousandth time. He slumped a bit, still not taking his eyes off the screen.

"Heath, do you mind if we sit here?"

Heath looked up, seeing Draculaura and Clawd approaching him. He moved his bag to the side of the bench he was sitting on.

"Yeah, sure. You can sit here."

The werewolf and his tiny vampire girlfriend sat down, and Clawd eyed Heath suspiciously. "You're never here this late. Are you waiting for someone?"

Heath nodded, sighing. "Yeah, my sister. She's late; she was supposed to pick me up today." He stuck out his tongue in disgust. "I bet she and her sleazy boyfriend got all makey-outy on each, and now she's late."

Draculaura cocked her head to the side. "Boyfriend? I thought you said they were married."

Heath shook his head. "Nope, not yet. Harmony says they still haven't fully tied the knot."

Just then, the three were joined by two others.

"Hey!" Frankie smiled, leaning against the side of the building along with Jackson. "What's going on?"

"Heath's waiting for his sister to pick him up. Clawd and I are-"

"Yeah, she's late." Heath blurted out, totally interrupting Draculaura. Jackson quirked an eyebrow.

"That's strange. She's usually on time to everything." He shrugged. "Well, she shouldn't be much longer."

Heath took a candy out of his pocket, unwrapping it and popping it into his mouth. "I dunno. I didn't see her this morning, maybe she slept in." He rolled his eyes. "Lazy ghoul."

Clawd looked up, squinting at something in the distance. "I see a car. Is that her-oh, nevermind. That's a police car."

Jackson began to get uneasy. "A police car?" He looked to where Clawd was looking. "Why would the police be here?"

Heath shrugged. "Maybe they're visiting Bloodgood for a drug deaducation program or something."

The police car parked in front of the school, and a man stepped out of the car. He walked over to the five teenagers, looking at each of them carefully while they stared back.

After about a minute, the policeman asked,

"Which one of you is Heath Burns?"

Heath almost choked on the candy he was eating. "I didn't do it!"

The policeman, ignoring what Heath had said, placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Son, we need you down at the police station right away."

Heath began to getting a sinking feeling. "Is this…is this about my sister?"

The policeman nodded solemnly. "I'm afraid so, but let's not jump to conclusions. We need you to identify a body and that's it."

It was so quiet you could've heard a pin drop.

Heath's mouth was agape, and for a rare moment in his life, he was completely silent.

Jackson broke the silence. "Uh, Heath, I…" he trailed off, not really sure how to finish his sentence.

As Heath stood up and shoved his phone in his pocket, Frankie tried to speak. "Look Heath, if you wanna talk about it later, just…call any one of us, okay?"

"I'll keep that in mind," Heath murmured, walking away. "See you guys later."

And with that, he climbed into the police car along with the officer, and the car disappeared off in the distance.

A horrible silence fell over the group of teenagers, until Abbey Bominable approached.

"Hey, Abbey," Draculaura greeted quietly, still looking off to where the car had disappeared.

Abbey nodded. "Hi. Where Heath? I come to return duct tape of his."

"He just left," Clawd said softly, a somewhat saddened look on his face. "Later, would you mind, uh, calling Heath?"

Abbey suddenly became concerned. "Something happen to Heath?"

Jackson slowly took the tape from Abbey's hands. "I'll…return this to him."

In the police car, all was quiet, until Heath laughed nervously. "N…no! This is a prank, it has to be. Look, is this Manny's idea? Cause if it is…"

"Son," The police officer sighed, removing his eyes to reveal bushy eyebrows and green eyes. "I'm sorry, but this is completely serious."

Heath leaned back in his seat, thinking over and over: This is a dream. Any minute now, I'll wake up, and Harmony will be okay.

Heath zoned out a little as he got out of the car and into the station. The next thing he knew, he was walking into a small, dimly lit room. In the middle of the room stood a metal table, and on top of it lay a body covered with a sheet. Heath felt sick inside when he noticed a yellow finger sticking out from under the sheet.

A woman wearing rubber gloves grabbed the sheet and pulled it back slowly to reveal the face.

"Well?" the police asked softly. "Is that her?"

Heath realized he wasn't dreaming. With a hand cupped over his mouth, he moved closer to the body and reached out a hand to touch the pretty, still face of his sister. When he felt how cold her skin was, he broke down into tears.

"Harmony!" He sobbed, beginning to wrap his arms around the body. "Oh, God, sis!"

The woman in gloves reached out to pull Heath away. "Hey, kid, you're not supposed to-Hey!" she yelped in alarm when Heath's flesh burned her skin, making her back away.

Heath kissed his sister's forehead, still hugging the cold body close. "Oh…sis…why?" he lifted his head up slowly to look at the police officer. "Who…who did this?"

"We don't know, son," the man sighed. "But, we'll find out."