Prologue

This is just a story about a vampire ghoul who just wants to be a part of the Monster High student body, but don't you dare take her say on the matter or she just might deceive you!
No matter what she says: Monster High is most definitely her dream school. And no, it's not because of her friends, or her boyfriend.
Its because of the family she makes along the way.

Intro, Part 1, Life Before

It had been during the crasketball of Monster High and the West Valley Mages. I was sitting in the crowd, among other fans of the sport, friends of the players, and monsters from both schools.
I wasn't interested in the game.
I didn't know any of the players.
And I wasn't from either of the schools.
The high school I attended at the time was Smogsnorts Vampyr Academy. I had been at the game because of my childhood friend, of whom since young I'd given the nickname "Brace Face". His cultural group was one that could be in relation with the skeleton ethic background. Because of his father, a Mr. D'eath, one of many great reapers known to monster kind and the guidance counselor of Monster High, whose ethnicity carried genes of the Reapers, he consisted of being all skeletal, or to simply put it: made of pure bone. Not only was he often teased at young for having silver braces on his teeth, but also because of his eyes. Behind his red pupils were black irises. For this reason, I seemed quite fond of him and took deep interest in him. Later on, after having found out we lived in the same apartment complex, we became close friends. I discovered that it wasn't just his appearance that he was teased for, but also because of his somewhat timid persona. He was a monster that was rather cowardice, very weak and something like shy. He was frightened easily, along with being a crybaby. Often times it was I that protected him. For this he is loyal to me, as I am to him.
I could recall during the whole game he seemed uncharacteristically excited for just having been among the roaring crowd that cheered a losing team. Somehow, he'd adopted what could be school spirit.
As for myself, there was no such thing, nor did I allow myself the appropriate cheer. It wasn't for the fact that I wasn't fond of sports or hadn't taking a liking to neither of the teams, it had been because I did not come to lollygag. I had been there for the request of my father, a Professor Von Fang, who asked of me, his dearest of only children and most precious of daughters, to receive the telephone number of his oldest of friends, the coach for the West Valley Mages crasketball team. And so, I sat in the crowd of noisy monster just for that. I remember watching everything but the game with careful eyes. The only thing that seemed to capture my attention was the fearleaders for the Monster High team.
On their face had been a look of worry, one of which gave me discomfort. They had been discussing something, creating a circle of four. I watched, crossing my arms in the process. After a moment or so they went over to the end of the bleachers, going to converse with what looked like a zombie ghoul, dressed out like a Super Fan.
Suddenly they returned to the middle of floor, the zombie ghoul the first to appear. She began to stomp, followed her double stomping with a clap. The other fearleaders joined in, hinting at the crowd.
They too played along, enthused and taking pride in their loyal sportsmanship. The fearleaders started up their cheered; those in the crowd stomped and clapped. I stood, preparing for my leave.
Without a word to defend my sudden absence, I withdrew from the grimnasium, fleeing in somewhat of a hurry to retreat from the noise. I exited, shutting the tall wooden green doors behind me, leaving no trace of my being there. It was then that I stumbled out into the crooked hallways of Monster High. I walked down the hallway, glimpsing upon green wallpaper, a white water fountains, purple lockers, a brown bulletin board, a green trophy case, blue classroom doors, and a glass ceiling, no particularly in a hurry to go or leave. It was at that moment that one of those blue classroom doors opened and I found myself falling, crashing to the clean glossy blue floors. It was in that next moment, once my eyes fluttered open, that a pair of gentle caring emerald green eyes that could only belong to some type of strong visionary met my own intensely intimidating (although not at that moment, of course) silver moon colored eyes and caused my heart to pitter patter in my chalk colored chest. I can still recall that scene, where that gentle and caring strong visionary with grey-white fur offered his hand to me like a prince without a horse and said to me,
"You must not go here, do you?"

Intro, Part 2, Life After

"So you're the new exchange student that decided to transfer to Monster High in the middle of the year?" a voice asked, its tone deep and relaxed. The vampire ghoul turned around to properly greet the manster who'd spoken to her, her smooth wrinkled black hair with its beautiful grey accents that showered down her upper back turning too.
"That's correct." She said, her voice something like handsome, mild-toned and soothing.
"Cool," the manster said as he clicked away at his black iCoffin, not attempting to acknowledge her, as if he'd spoken out loud. "It's your third year, right? I'm a senior, as in I'm your upperclassmen by default. My name isn't important, but I'll be your Monster Mentor."
The vampire ghoul blinked her eyes at the purple ape-boy with the unflattering brushed forward to cover most of his forehead darker purple hairdo and glasses that were similar to school bus windows. She noted his ape teeth that seemed to give him an under bite, odd short in length elf ears, and noticeable cheekbones.
She studied his face carefully, taking what could be called a metal picture. He looked smart, or at least like someone who got good grades. She would remember her Monster Mentor well.
"So what year are you in anyway? Freshmen year, sophomore maybe?" the manster continued.
"Try junior year and ask me again," the vampire ghoul said, gently tossing back her wrinkled black hair with its grey streaks. "Maybe you'll get the right guess the second time around."
The purple ape-boy looked up from his black sleek iCoffin, as if just noticing that the vampire had been there. He shrugged his slumped shoulder lazily. "Cool, but I'd rather not. Too much trouble to ask a second time. Anyway, better question: What school you come from?"
"Smogsnorts Vampyr Academy," the vampire ghoul answered, placing a hand to her hip as the ape with the rather thin build went back to doing whatever he was doing on his phone. "It's an all vampire only elite school for those who are brought in by fearleading scholarships to fearlead – it's for those of the undead who are destined to fearlead for the rest of their undead lives. Though, I can't say I'm that type. I'm much more of the writer-type, so it speak if such a thing exists. And don't worry, I can promise I take no pride in my school, therefore am not vain nor egotistically. Then again, I can be quite overconfident when it comes to my studies…"
"Alright, that's nice. Must be a great place…" the ape manster stated, his eyes openly showing that he was overpowered by the distraction of his iCoffin. He didn't lift his eyes to confirm what she said or show her that he at least pretended to listen.
The vampire ghoul sighed loudly, shaking her head in disappointment as she rakes back the top of her black and grey hair with long graceful skinny fingers. "Alright then…How about at least escorting me Mr. D'eath's office? Do you think you could at least do that much so we won't keep wasting our time standing here?"
"Sure why not, that way we can pretend it's part of the tour and I can get my extra credit." The purple ape replied, leading the way.
Still his eye did not look up from his phone.
The vampire ghoul followed behind him, strutting like some kind of model on the catwalk. She slowed her walk, crossing her arms under her breasts. As she looked around, she recalled memories of that day. That day she abandoned her best friend just until the game was over, that same day where she wandered about the halls…that same day where she fell…and that one moment where somehow a newly found feeling arose in her, something similar to the emotions of love.
Those feelings returned to her willingly, forcing her to addressing them as she passed the green trophy case. In the glass she could see the scene from that day. It all seemed to replay about her mind. There she was, sitting o the floor…there he was, offering her his hand. And then…there they were, allowing some amount of trust to be born as they introduced themselves.
She still remembered how, although her face didn't reddened as it normally would had she not been a vampire, she kept timidly stealing glances at the manster who'd helped her.
She remembered his handsome, his emerald green eyes, and his all shades of brown hair with the little swirl in the front…everything about him. For a moment, as she walked down this familiar hallway, she shut her eyes, listening to the sounds of the footsteps.
They reminded her of that day, that moment as they walked when their story began as they exchanged phone numbers and smiles too.
She was sure if she had a heart that at this moment it would have been beating so very rapidly.
"Hey, you still dead over there?" her Monster Mentor said, forcing her to open her eyes and return to reality.
She put a fist to her mouth, clearing her throat as she lowered her eyes, embarrassed. "Um, sorry. I guess I started daydreaming for a moment there. Well anyway, is this it?"
The purple ape monster blinked, as if he could care less, and nodded his chin to the purple door with the image of a classic death scythe being held in the mouth of a skull. Under that were the words 'Guidance Counselor, Office of Mr. D'eath' written in gold against a light purple background.
"Yeah, this is it."
"Alright, then…thanks." The vampire ghoul said, walking closer towards the door. She felt her heart stir with anxiousness, glee, and something like anticipation. She grabbed the silver door handle, preparing herself as she took a deep breath.
"Hey," her Monster Mentor said suddenly.
She turned her head to him, realizing he'd looked up from his phone. "Yes? What is it?"
"What's your name, kid?" he said casually, trying to play it cool.
She glance away momentarily, and then returned her eyes to him. Why had he been so talkative now before they were preparing to part ways? "It's Chastity, Chastity Von Fang."
"Cool," he nodded slowly. "Alright then, from today on, you're new name will be: Chad."
"Chad?" the 'young' vampire questioned, lifting a black and grey eyebrow. "Why Chad?"
The purple ape turned, starting to leave. As he began to walk away, he lifted a hand to show his goodbye. "I dunno, it just sounds cooler."

Chapter 1, The Beginning

"You may want to get to class, dear. You know that Mr. Hackington won't be so forgiving if you keep coming late like this after lunch." Mr. D'eath said, lifting his cup to take a long sip of his steamed black coughy. Chastity, who was sitting in the dark green chair across his desk comfortably with her legs crossed at the knee and her arms folded, sighed as if not caring.
"He won't mind. We're having a family reunion, are we not?" she said, lowering her head to the chair. She turned it so that she was able to stare at the framed college certificates on the wall.
One was for North Styx State. Written in gold it congratulated him for getting his B.A. in Modern Dance and Journalism. The other had been for Tombstone Tech for getting his M.A. in Peace Studies.
Mr. D'eath settled into his black rolling chair, sitting the mug of black coughy on his dark brown wooden desk. "Didn't you already try to feed him that excuse not too long ago – as in yesterday, as in for the past few weeks, as in also for the second day of your arrival? My dear Chastity, I am truly not sure how long you'll be able to keep using this excuse."
Chastity gave a lazy shrug, offered a tired grin. He was right. "Well, you have a point…he may be a babbling idiot, but he sure isn't that of a man who can be fooled this easily."
"Babbling idiot who can't be fooled easily, you say?" said Mr. D'eath as he recalled the frogs incident from last year. "Well…I wouldn't go that far, but…"
"So Uncle Death," the vampire said along with a loud sigh and dramatic repositioning. She lowered her forehead to the crossed arms on his desk, allowing her hair to scatter about. "I'm not in the mood, please don't send me away."
"Oh Chastity my dear," Mr. D'eath said, resting a hand to her head. He pet her softly, as if she'd been a pet. "You do know that this will never work on me, don't you? And even if it was possible that it did: there isn't a whining tone in your voice."
She sighed again; she was never one to truly complain. Even as a child vampire, she never had a tantrum and acted out…
"It was worth the try…" she said quietly.
"I suppose so, but it didn't achieve a thing for you, now did it? It's a failed attempt, wouldn't you say? Ah, how horrible it much be to feel such shame for even having tried." Mr. D'eath teased.
Had it been any other student he wouldn't dare utter such a sentence, but this was Chastity, his precious god-daughter of whom he knew so well. She didn't falter so easily.
"Well then," she stood. "I suppose I should go off to class now, shouldn't I?"
"If that is what you choose, my dear. You could stay if you wanted to, maybe having a cup of coffee or two. It's not like my son couldn't retrieve your homework for you once he got out of his fourth period class." Mr. D'eath said, spinning in his seat. He sipped his coffee, already knowing her choice. Somehow he grew lonely, wanting to spend more time with her.
"That's alright. We both know I can't miss a lesson – I'm too much of a proper student to do that." The vampire ghoul stated, grabbing her black backpack from off the floor and tossing it over her shoulder.
"I suppose you are…" Mr. D'eath said with a distant tone in his voice. "That's good, you should stay that way."
"I will." The vampire ghoul offered a soft smile, although he did not see. "Don't worry. My grades won't dare lower to B, not on my account."
"Good ghoul," Mr. D'eath stood, walking around his desk. He placed a bony all white hand to her upper arm, pushing her towards the door. "Now remember to visit."
The vampire giggled softly, walking with slow steps as she got closer to the door. "Funny, you say that as if I don't come to visit every day."
"Well, nowadays, you don't." he said before halfway closing the door. "Now get to class, you're already late."
"And if I require a pass?" she asked, a bit of sadness lingering about her moon-like eyes. Oh how she hated parting ways with him like this…
"We both know you won't, Mr. Hackington never asks. Now go, before the period ends." Mr. D'eath replied, taking a long sip of his coughy once again.
Chastity nodded understandingly, he couldn't keep her much longer. "Alright. I'll go…have a nice day, or something or other."
"The same to you." He said, lifting his cup as she began to walk.
Chastity turned her head to take one last look at a man she'd grown close with over the years. She watched as he flashed her something like a cool grin and sipped his coughy.