Chapter 1: Red
Welcome to the first chapter of my newest story: World's Worst Vampire!
I'll try to make this a weekly update, at least for now. Also: some minor Twilight-bashing. I don't exactly hate the series, but I think we should be able to make fun of it. Hey, my motto is: either you can laugh with everything or nothing at all.
And this story might not seem M yet right now, but we'll get there. Believe me. :) I've planned for this to be quite long (don't know how long exactly, but a lot more than twenty), and there will be time for comedy, for drama, for romance, perhaps a bit of horror or angst, and for other stuff as well. I really hope you guys will like it.
Now, without further ado, let's dive in!
xoxox
Story of my life
Vasilica Lupei. Now that is what you would call a Model Vampire. The man has style, he has class, wits, charms, and a good sense of humor. Because hey, humor is important, right? But I digress.
So, anyways. Vasilica Lupei. He's like a celebrity at school. Gets all the girls swooning over him, people stare at him as he walks by, going "Hey mister Lupei sir, sign my breasts?" And he's like "Yeah sure, with my teeth!"
I hate him. I hate everything about him. I hate his guts, I hate his red eyes, I hate his fucking accent that is perfect when it comes to being a vampire, because everyone freakin' expects you to have a lame accent, amiright? I hate his red eyes (yeah I realize I already said that), I hate that stupid little hat that defies gravity, I just don't even know anymore.
So. Yeah. You're probably asking "But AV, how could anyone hate a guy so perfect?" Blegh.
Well, here's your answer. I hate him because I'm supposed to become this guy. I'm supposed to be all red-eyed too, to have all the girls falling for me and stuff. But reality can be a real bitch sometimes. Because I'm just plain ol' me.
Yeah, gotta go now. School and stuff. Probably failing all my subjects.
Bye.
-American Vamp-
Alfred F. Jones logged off his computer after finishing the blog entry. He pushed his glasses aside to rub his tired eyes. The teenager was already exhausted, and school hadn't even started yet. It was going to be a long night.
He dragged his ass out of the chair and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, after which the boy studied himself in the mirror hanging from the wall. Electric blue eyes with only the faintest hint of crimson (if you looked real hard). A pale skin, but not as pale as some of the other's. At least his teeth were a brilliant white.
"Al, are you coming?" sounded his brother's voice.
"Yeah," Alfred answered, trying to comb his unruly hair. After working on that stubborn cowlick of his and giving up – because really, what's the point? The thing was never going to do what he wanted it to anyway – , he jogged down the stairs.
"Evening," he said, feeling reborn as the scent of coffee tickled his sensitive nose – vampires could drink other stuff besides blood, but they needed the red liquid for nutrition.
"Good evening Al," a voice came.
Alfred dramatically jumped to the side, clutching his non-beating heart.
"Jesus Mattie, you gotta stop appearing out of nowhere like that!"
Matthew stuck out his tongue before walking over to the breakfast table. His twin's hair was a shade darker than Alfred's and he had a funny little curl sprouting from the top of his head to replace Alfred's cowlick.
"Good evening kiddo," their uncle said. He turned a page of his newspaper while Alfred sat down and pulled a mug of coffee close. The teen nearly drooled at the rich and earthy aroma.
He and his twin brother Matthew were currently living with their so-called aunt and uncle. Sam Jones was a nice guy, one of the kind and ever-righteous type of people. And he had a thing for collecting and studying planes of all kinds. His wife was Lilith Victoria Williams, but everyone called her Lady Liberty. She was one of those vampires that went way back, part of an ancient family tree, dating from who knows when.
Well, Alfred guessed the other vampires knew, but he hadn't been paying any attention in his history class. Not that he wasn't interested in history, but his teachers only focussed on the vampire's point of view. Alfred wanted to know about the history of other monsters too, maybe even some human history! But again, that was beside the point.
The two brothers were living here as some sort of adoptive children. The couple had been nice enough to take in the two freshly transformed boys, roaming the streets of New York City. The kids were forever grateful for that.
Alfred never went searching for his real parents. Probably wouldn't recognize them either way. But that was just a thing you weren't supposed to do, being a monster. Everyone knew humans couldn't be trusted, you weren't allowed to hang out with them more than needed. That was like the number one rule of the monster society. All they were good for was being delicious and making some pretty darn good movies. Alfred liked going to the movies.
"You boys are turning eighteen this year, right?" his uncle suddenly said.
Alfred glanced up warily. He knew where this was going.
"Yes uncle Sam," Matthew informed him.
He was feeding the polar bear in his lap some mackerel. It wasn't unusual for monsters like them to have strange pets, so everybody had quickly grown used to the talking animal.
"Are you excited for the ritual?" Lady Liberty inquired from the kitchen.
Alfred tried to blend in with his chair. By 'the ritual', Lilith was referring to the Coming of Age Ritual that every monster had to go through on their eighteenth birthday. On the day of the ritual, you became a fully functioning and recognized part of the monster society. It was a big honour, and everyone looked forward to it, and yadeyadeyade.
Alfred hated it when they brought the subject up, because it only reminded him of how hard he sucked at being a vampire. No pun intended.
Matthew shot him a quick glance before smiling shyly. "I'm very excited, auntie Liberty."
Of course he was. Because other than Alfred, Matthew had actually hunted before. His once mauve eyes now had a burgundy edge to it, speckles of red colouring the irises. He was no longer a 'virgin', as they called it. Alfred on the other hand… Let's say he still needed his blood bags from the local blood bank on a weekly basis.
"What about you son? Think you're ready?"
Alfred sent his uncle a hero-smile, showing off two rows of dazzling ivory teeth.
"Sure, I'll manage!"
They all knew it was a big lie of course. Nobody had ever failed as hard as Alfred had at being a vampire. He was the worst vampire in the history of sucking and failures and whatnot. But he still kept his head up high, not giving a damn about what others thought (most of the time), and kept marching onwards.
Uncle Sam nodded and finished his coffee. He folded his paper and gave Lady Liberty a small kiss on the lips.
"I'll be back tomorrow in the late afternoon. Johnson's called in sick and I have to fall in for him."
His hand paused on the doorknob. He turned to look at his adoptive son.
"Alfred, know that I am proud of you. Whatever happens."
Alfred swallowed the sudden lump that formed in his throat and nodded. His uncle smiled at the sunny blonde and left the house.
Whatever happens. Yeah right. Everyone knew that if you didn't pass the Coming of Age Ritual, you got kicked out, became an outcast, forced to roam the streets and look after yourself. Other monsters were banned from interacting with you or showing you any kind of mercy.
It didn't happen that often. After all, the ritual was no biggie. That was for non-failing monsters at least.
"All right boys, time for you two to get to school!"
xoxox
Ah, school. Also known as the Creatures Institute of Renewed and Classical Education Keepers. But ever since a couple of students had started calling it Crack (using the first letters of some of the words), everybody had taken to plainly naming it Monster High. All the kids got their education here, no matter their species, breed or origin.
The school had various departments, where each species had separate classes. Vampires learnt about stuff vampires needed to know, there were the classes for demons, werewolves, magic users like witches and sorcerers, fairies, ghosts, and so on. And of course Alfred was only taught stupid stuff like everything that had something to do with hunting, history through the eyes of vampires (admittedly, the wars were kinda fun to learn about), gym (one of the few classes they all had together), literature and poetry that had vampires in them (and no, no teenage fantasy novels *cough*Twilight*cough*), first aid in case the hunt went wrong, basic math that could be helpful during the hunt, foreign languages, lessons in sneaking up on others, standard dental care, how best to seduce a human into submissiveness, and so on.
Alfred didn't like going to school. Was it too much to ask for some regular math and sciences? Heck, Alfred didn't even like math, and yet he missed it somehow. Maybe he did like it in his previous life. As in, the life before he got turned, the life of which he had absolutely no memory. But that happened to everyone who got bitten by a vampire. Your past life became a faint memory, something that was just out of reach. The only thing you knew when you woke up after the transformation, was your name, and the fact that you had no home to return to.
Luckily for him, he hadn't been alone. Or not lucky, since he didn't like his brother getting hurt.
But then uncle Sam and Lady Liberty had found them, and wholeheartedly taken them in. Alfred was still extremely thankful of the two. That's why he felt extra bad about disappointing them.
"Hey loser! Over here!"
Alfred looked up to see an albino werewolf waving at him. He casually sauntered over to his odd group of friends. Because hey, it wasn't because they had separate education most of the time that they couldn't hang out outside of class.
The albino slapped him harshly on the back, all the while letting out a really weird laugh (something in between a bark and a snicker). His name was Gilbert Beilschmidt, known throughout the entire school as the biggest ego-tripper the world has ever seen. It really made you wonder how Ludwig, his little brother, had turned out so serious and well-disciplined. The wolf had two pointy ears on top of his head, a furry grey tail, he referred to his long-nailed hands as paws (for no apparent reason other than that he was half animal), and his sharp teeth weren't just for show.
Standing next to Gilbert was the oh-so British Arthur Kirkland, a mage with messy blond hair and amazingly green eyes. He was incredibly good at both White and Black Magic, but most of the time, he couldn't keep it under control. One might say he was on the same level of failure as Alfred, if not for the fact that he could conjure up the greatest things on a good day. If only he would use his magic to get himself a new set of eyebrows, something Alfred loved to tease him about.
There was also the incubus Francis Bonnefoy, BFF of Gilbert and some sort of frenemy of Arthur's. Alfred tolerated him most of the time, but occasionally hated him with all his might. The sex demon had a thing for trying to grope and seduce anything that had a heart, beating or not. Alfred had even heard stories of him attempting to make out with a potted fern at a party once.
And last but not least, there was Kiku Honda (or Honda Kiku as he would introduce himself). He was some sort of Japanese fox demon called a kitsune. He was usually quiet and stoic, but when he got heated up, he literally did so. Even Alfred's stone-cold body could get scorched when the small Japanese boy got angry. Kiku had white ears and a foxtail, because apparently Japanese celestial beings were usually coloured a divine white. Other than that he looked like a normal kid, with chocolate brown eyes and a neat haircut.
There were a few others that tended to hang around their little group. For example, Antonio Fernández Carriedo, a friend of Francis and Gilbert's, and a coco (the Spanish equivalent of the bogeyman). You also had the Vargas brothers, the only two male muses that had ever set foot in Monster High. Kiku's friends Heracles Karpusi (a cat demon) and Sadik Adnan (a jinn) could also be seen on occasion. Arthur had Lukas Bondevik as a fellow sorcerer, and Gilbert liked to tease (read: bully) Roderich Edelstein, an angel of music. Only without the white mask covering half of his face. Get it? Because the other angel of music is-
Know what, never mind.
They also had some sort of weird wicca-ish stalker-lady (Alfred hadn't really bothered figuring out what exactly she was). Her name was Elizabeta Héderváry, the girl who always had medicinal herbs and a deck of tarot cards at the ready. Once, Alfred had walked up to her to ask why the heck she kept following them around. The girl then told him she had a feeling she could get some shots of 'hot, passionate sex' if she stuck to them. Alfred made sure to stay out of her way after that.
Gilbert liked her for some reason. He was a weirdo.
And as the glazing on the cake, Matthew was there too. Alfred loved his brother, he really did. It would just make him a little happier if the ritual wasn't becoming a daily topic of conversation.
"I see you're still a virgin, kid!" the albino cackled.
He got smacked up the head by Arthur for that. His forest green eyes looked sympathetic, but he tried to hide this emotion beneath furrowed caterpillar-like brows.
"Don't listen to him, Alfred."
Francis tried to grope his ass, but stopped when Alfred almost broke his arm.
"Ohonhonhonhonhon~, it is not my fault your terminology gets me interested. I am a sex demon after all."
"Good evening, Alfred-kun. Did you sleep well?" the kitsune asked, giving a tiny bow as a form of greeting. Even though the Japanese was the shortest out of all of them, he was actually an upperclassman. As were Arthur and-
Alfred narrowed his eyes, zooming in on the figure appearing from around the corner.
Vasilica Lupei. If Alfred was the worst vampire, then Vasilica was the best. The students instinctively moved out of the way to make room for their superior, basking in his stupendous glory. He wasn't a bad guy, really. He liked to joke around, everyone loved his pranks and charisma, and he was kind to the younger students (including the American twins). Also a good dancer.
Alfred just couldn't help but hate him.
Vasilica slowly opened his wine-red eyes, making a couple of girls faint at their beauty. Pitch black pupils noticed Alfred's little group, and his lips curled up into a grin, unveiling razor-sharp canines. He skidded over to where they were standing, the gravity-defying hat on top of his strawberry blond hair swaying ever-so-slightly.
"Alfred, Matthew, how very good to see you!" he said, accent perfect for a creature of the night.
"I heard you are taking part in the Coming of Age Ritual this summer?"
Matthew nodded, and Alfred grumbled something incomprehensible.
"Well, as they say: break a tooth, or die trying!"
The senior was about to leave again when Gilbert stepped forward. They didn't know it, but he was about to ask the stupidest question ever.
"Hey Vas, there's something I've been meaning to ask ya!"
The vampire turned around, thin eyebrows raised in question.
"And what is that my red-eyed colleague?"
The albino wagged his tail, tongue hanging out of his mouth.
"Is it true that vampires sparkle?"
He then cackled loudly, paws clutching his stomach.
If he didn't have his headlights closed, he would have seen the psychotic twitching of Vasilica's eye.
He also would have seen the fist coming straight at his face.
The werewolf yelped as he was sent flying towards the wall, body crashing heavily against the bricks. He tumbled to the ground in an unruly mess of fur, limbs and broken teeth.
Vasilica didn't give him the time to recover. In the blink of an eye he was next to the other, dragging him up by the scruff of his neck. He then continued to bash the wolf's head against the ground, superhuman strength helping him greatly. He found satisfaction in the amount of blood colouring the floor.
Then he talked, underlining each word with another meeting of face-to-linoleum.
"Don't."
BASH
"Ever."
BASH
"Mention."
BASH
"Twilight."
BASH
"Again."
After three more collisions for good measure, Vasilica got up. He wiped the dust off his jacket, careful not to step in the crimson liquid. He then turned towards the onlookers.
"Now I have to go. Good day to you all!" And with that he skipped away, whistling a jolly tune.
Gilbert let out a sad little whimper. He tried to stretch his muscles, failed miserably, spat out another tooth, and then began crying. Since he was a wolf, it was more like an obnoxiously loud howling. The blood in his mouth didn't help either.
Alfred sighed. Gilbert really needed to learn not to challenge Vasilica anymore. Sure, vampires and werewolves were at peace right now, but that didn't mean there wasn't any danger of a possible World War III breaking out at any given time.
Alfred knew Gilbert did it for his sake. Nobody would say it out loud, but that annoying egocentric narcissist was actually a great friend.
If only he would learn his lesson.
"Who's bringing him to the infirmary this time?" Alfred groaned, quickly stepping away when the werewolf tried to clutch his legs with blood-soaked paws.
Right then, the wolf's brother appeared. Feliciano Vargas, who was with him, fainted on the spot at seeing the amount of damage done.
"Bruder, what did you do this time?" Ludwig sighed.
Gilbert wailed, teeth already growing back. Which hurt. A lot.
"He said something stupid to that Romanian scum again," Arthur mentioned, rolling his eyes.
Ludwig grabbed both his brother and the Italian muse and swung them onto his back.
"I'll take them. And don't you have to go to class?"
Francis tried to grope Alfred's ass again. This time, the sunny blond did break his arm.
Yup, another uneventful day at Crack High.
Alfred was about to leave for class when a shill was sent travelling down his spine. Which was rather odd, since he was a cold-blooded creature. He slowly turned when he heard the chattering in the hallway dying. His bright blue orbs narrowed.
The students quickly moved aside to make way for the newcomer. Not because he was popular or someone highly respected. No, they moved out of the way because they were frightened of him. He was a high-class demon after all. On top of that, there was something… off, about him. No one could say what it was that made their pulse quicken, their instincts set on run and hide. The guy just oozed danger, even though he smiled all the freakin' time. He was mysterious, creepy, and above all, unpredictable. And people don't like unpredictable.
But everyone knew of the being that was Ivan Braginsky.
Small patches of ice were created where his feet treaded on the floor, as if marking his territory. A gush of cold made the teenagers cover their ears and noses, body parts already flushing red. His walk was slow and casual, hands folded behind his back. His skin even paler than that of a vampire's, perfect for a being of winter. He was always clothed in warm sweaters and pullovers, no matter the season. Glowing amethyst peeked from beneath folded eyelids, secretly observing his surroundings. A long scarf draped over his shoulders, preventing clouds of breath from escaping.
Alfred warily followed his movements, muscles tensing and trying to hold back an adrenaline-induced hiss. The logical part of his mind told him there was absolutely no reason to fear the guy. He had never hurt anyone, or at least not as far as they knew. But Alfred was one to trust his instincts, and they were screaming for him to stay away from this fella.
Their gazes met for the tiniest of seconds. A memory flashed in front of his inner eye, making the hiss that had threatened to come out finally spill.
Matthew pulled him back by his arm, alarmed by his brother's dominant behaviour. Ivan simply smiled that creepy little smile of his, before continuing on his merry way.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Arthur seethed, fluorescent green spheres narrowed to angry little slits.
Alfred simply shook his head, unable to speak of what had come over him. The memory was still there, buzzing through his mind.
xoxox Flashback xoxox
Alfred bent through his knees, eyes focussed on the basket. He jumped in the air, stretched his arms, …
And missed completely, the ball bouncing off of the backboard.
The others either booed at him or laughed their obnoxious little laughs.
Alfred groaned in frustration. Gym was one of the only classes he was good at. Since it was a mixed class, the other vampires didn't get to tease him as much. You see, being a virgin meant you weren't up to full potential yet. This lead to all of the others being a lot stronger, faster, and more suave than him. Well, the suave part was just him being dorky, but let's not get into that. Still, the other monsters liked to rub it in whenever he messed up. Wouldn't want Alfred forgetting he was the only pure soul left in his year, now did they?
Alfred frowned at the ball he had picked up again.
'Bunch of hypocrites,' he thought.
Every time he made a goal, yes, THEN they liked him. But when he didn't, he was the failure once more, the scapegoat they could blame all of their mistakes on.
Someone messes up a test? Alfred's fault.
Guy gets dumped by his girlfriend? Alfred's fault.
Someone gets diarrhoea? …You get the picture.
He still had friends, but if only he could prove those other suckers wrong…
Prove to them that you didn't have to be a stone-cold killer to be a good monster. That refusing to chase after the innocent didn't make you a lesser person.
But that was the whole problem. Because in this society, you had to. And it did.
Alfred tightened his grip on the ball, nails digging into the leather. He catapulted the damn thing away in a sudden fit of rage, but again, it was sent flying in the wrong direction.
The students were about to laugh once more, when they noticed where the ball had landed.
Alfred held his breath as the round object stopped in front of Ivan's feet.
The demon was sitting by the side-lines. He never joined the class, busying himself by reading a book or watching the others play.
Now, his violet eyes looked up from the novel laying in his hands, a light frown finding its way to his perfectly shaped brows.
He gently closed the book and got up from his seat, other students keeping a watchful eye on him. He took hold of the ball and studied it, as if never having seen such a thing before.
Then he looked at the vampire, and smiled.
Alfred wanted to run away when the icy demon began walking towards him, but something kept him rooted to the spot. Were it his pride, fear, or maybe curiosity, Alfred didn't know. He also didn't have time to think, as the older boy was taking large strides to reach him.
Adrenaline was racing through his body by the time the tall creature was before him. The other could possibly smell it. Possibly being the key word, because no one really knew what Ivan could and couldn't do, where his sensory limits laid. He was indeed a mystery.
Ivan held the ball in front of the blond's blue orbs, demonstrating how he covered it in a thin layer of ice.
The next action was almost too fast for the eye to see. Humans would probably miss it.
With one swift throw, the ball moved from Ivan's hands to the basket, snugly sliding through the net.
Ivan smiled at the smaller guy, showing off his snow white teeth.
"Be more careful, da? Someone might get hit next time."
They didn't know if he was referring to himself being the one hit, or the hitter. Probably the latter. And next time, he would probably be throwing heads instead of balls.
That was the longest sentence Ivan had ever uttered to him. But each and every word had been imprinted in his brain, leaving behind a scalding mark of warning.
No one at school had ever seen Ivan angry or violent. But no one wanted to be the first to witness it, so they all steered clear of him.
xoxox
"Alfred-kun, we must get to class now," a voice suddenly called him back.
The blond looked at his friends, noticing their wary and worried glances.
He smiled reassuringly.
"Yeah, let's."
xoxox
First chapter done!
There's a lot of explaining in this chapter, but I still tried to keep it to a minimum. If you feel there are things left unexplained (like why exactly Alfred is World's Worst Vampire), don't worry: it will be dealt with in later parts.
I've made Alfred a lot more cynical and stuff in this story, but he's going through puberty, so I guess it makes sense. Don't worry though, there will be plenty of time for him to be his enthusiastic little ADD self. :)
And for those of you who don't know: Vasilica is Romania.
Hope you guys liked it, please let me know what you think about the concept, and hopefully see you next chapter!
Oh yeah, and in this story I want to make a suggestion of one song and other fanfiction per chapter. Just because I can and want to.
Tip of the day
Song: The Ballad Of Mona Lisa - Panic! At The Disco
Story: The zombification of Ivan Braginski - ProcrastinatingPalindrome (A one-shot in which Ivan and Alfred are zombies. Surprisingly fluffy.)
Words:
Bruder: Brother
Da: Yes