WARNING: There will be some (rather minor but still) intense scenes in this story, you have been warned. Proceed please!

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a kiss of winter – thank you! I don't know a lot about a typical day in the life of a popstar lmao so I'm really just trying to wing it y'know. But I'm glad you're enjoying it thus far. I promise it will get better, ;)

Thank you everyone, it will get more intense I swear 8D


Beautiful Nightmares

Chapter Three

Everything took a complete turn for the worse when her manager caught up with them. Who knew he'd have hunted out to find her and force her back to where she 'should' be? Catty had no idea he'd go that far, he hadn't before... but now she was in a hair and nail appointment, just the beginning of what would be her glamorous style for tonight.

The ghoul couldn't escape yet, apparently – but she would. She had to and somehow, this would be accomplished.

For now she sat in the spa like chair getting both her hair and nails done at once. Not once did she look into the mirror. She hated the mirror... it showed her the reflection of someone she was forced to become instead of who she truly was. "You look stunning already Miss Noir." The manicurist complimented the popstar, who gave a sad smile.

"Thank you. I'm just modelling your work, this is all credit to you. I don't even know how to do nails." The way the ghoul's face lit up, you'd think she won the lottery.

She was beaming now. "Thank you Miss Noir!"

Catty went back to tuning everyone out again, it's the only way she could remain semi-sane through this whole ordeal. This was everything she was forced to be, she hated it. Hated everyone who dressed her up this way, who expected her to be this way. Why couldn't she be her own person? Why the hell couldn't she wear pink, glittery converse on stage instead of platforms? It should be her call and no one else's.

The day's events were nothing but a full blur to her, now she found herself at her dress fitting for this big gathering. It was some sort of cocktail party, Catty couldn't tell you what it was just that she was going through the same old shenanigans every time a fancy event came up. The only time she would get excited, were for the Monster's Choice Awards, or annual music awards to where her fans meant the world to her, for nominating her right along side the top names of the industry. She didn't care to be in the know about the gossip going around 'Tinseltown' as she often referred to it as.

"Last time we tried on this exact dress, it fit." The dress fitting tailor was complaining. It could've been anything, the chilling cheese fries – she could be a bit bloated... anything. But this time Catty wasn't going to make excuses for herself or anyone else.

She scoffed, just tired of this whole damn thing already and her day had just begun. "And, your point is? Let me tell you something, you are paid excellent money. My own wages to customize a dress. Customize it to my size, doesn't matter what it is. I pay you, you listen to me or I'll take me and my figure elsewhere."

"O-oh, of course Miss Noir." The tailor covered up right away, any previous frustrations visible now vanished quicker than they ever appeared.

"That's right." She really never liked being a 'diva' but the strings were there to pull and she just felt like pulling them once. The dress was a very chic, very in mermaid styled evening gown that was a shimmery bright pink with beaded detailing upon the bosom. A shiny black belt with shining rhinestones around her waist and she turned to a full length mirror. "It's good." She wanted nothing more than to pack up and leave right now.

"Good?! Good? How can you just say it's good, this dress is my own personal masterpiece! Miss Noir, it's a stunning gown that you look wonderful in." A designer came from behind the tailor, who now seemed a tad intimidated.

Catty had to resist rolling her eyes. "It's a wonderful dress, I'll take it. Thanks." She left an assistant to make the purchase after she changed into her casual wear. It consisted of her own personal style, which was a mixture of everything. She had shiny bangles on and a very comfy pair of hot pink converse – the ghoul loved her converse.

Dark skinny jeans and a light pink tank underneath a dark denim jacket. Grabbing her purse she exited the store, William Tabby greeting her outside. She couldn't have been happier to see him right then and there. "How was it?"

"Terrible, can we get going?" She pleaded, before she could do anything else, her iCoffin went off with a message. "Oh, um... just a moment. A quick moment, I'll be right back I promise."

Catty walked down the street for awhile and turned into a darker alley, not quite sure what she was doing here. The alley certainly wasn't her cup of tea at all. It was cold and damp, the things that went bump in the night around here she was positive were less than charming. With a sudden shove, she hit the brick wall – being forced to look at her sudden attacker.

"Hey superstar," he growled under his breath.

It was her manager, Persian.

"Ouch! You're hurting me you-!" She hissed at him, extending her newly painted claws and swung to scratch him, hoping she caught enough of his skin to make it hurt, but she hadn't.

He retaliated automatically, clawing her back in the arms and chest right above her subtle cleavage. "You won't disobey me again, Noir. The fame's gone to your brain or something but you gotta let it lie or you'll go from a full set of nine lives, down to none in a quick hurry. Got me?" He was so close and pressing on her with such force, Catty could barely respond. Causing him to lean harder.

She growled and lashed out to bite him, but he dodged it effortlessly. Taking one single claw, he cupped her chin. The fear in her eyes he couldn't get enough of. He loved this, he needed it.

"Remember what happened last time you upset me?" He asked her, feeling the young ghoul underneath him, begin to quiver.

He knew she remembered, he wanted her to do so forever. Trailing his piercing claw from her cheek, down her neck and into her breasts, she kneed him suddenly – catching him off guard for a moment while she attempted to run from him.

Grabbing her shoe, he tripped her and she fell on the cold cement, sharp stones and uneven gravel all around.

Scrambling for what she felt would be her unlife, Catty took off once she was able to get to her feet and turned the corner, running as fast as her feet could carry her – even if they were weakened. She collided right into her beloved chauffeur William Tabby, barely moving him but she could've sworn she hit another brick wall. "Catty! What happened? You told me you'd only be gone for a moment, I can't believe this..."

"Shhh, I can't explain. I'm okay, but we have to go. Now! Please." She begged him weakly, still trying to regain her breath from what had just happened. She couldn't make the slightest sense of it, but it did happen. She could feel it and the blood trickling down her chest uncomfortably so. Trying to hold it together best she possibly could now, her shaky breaths making it obvious she was coming close to losing that battle of unravelling strength.

William ushered the injured ghoul into the limo, trying to piece together whatever could've happened... all the while starting up the vehicle and getting out of there as fast as he could. Images of Catty's injuries just flashing in his mind, he did his utmost to focus on the road but it was difficult with the harsh sobs of a broken popstar in the backseat.


Well, here's another update from me! I know this is quite dark for Monster High, but I did give some genre warnings in the very first chapter, a warning at the top of this chapter and I have given them for a reason. I would totally appreciate some feedback on what you thought, :)

~ CreativeWritingSoul