Chapter 4: Just Another Day at Monster High
Suggested Track: Take me to church- Ellie Goulding cover
Two weeks passed. Heath had gotten a job working as a waiter for a local diner, and Abbey actually became a maid for one of Bloodgood's wealthy friends. By that Friday, Heath and Abbey had earned enough money to buy a small apartment. They moved in Monday afternoon.
"So what do you think?" Heath asked with a grin. Abbey looked around and set a box of clothing on a nearby counter, nodding with approval.
"I like it," Abbey smiled, rubbing her hand on her still flat stomach. "But, will there be enough room for baby?"
Heath nodded. "Oh, yeah! Of course. In nine months, I think we'll have enough money to buy a bigger one, don't you?"
Abbey gave Heath a puzzled look. "Why nine months?"
Heath raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Well-because…that's how long it usually takes, right?"
Abbey stared at Heath for a long time, then burst into laughter. "Ha! You don't know much about kind of mine!"
"Wait, what?" Heath was very concerned. "What are you talking about?"
"Heath," Abbey grinned, coming a little closer and taking her boyfriend's hand. "Yetis are pregnant for just three months."
"Oh," was all Heath could say. Had it been about a month since he and Abbey shared that night together? Heath desperately hoped that it hadn't been.
However, that night, while the two lay in bed, Heath couldn't help but place his hand on Abbey's stomach and lean in. he stayed there for several minutes before, much to his surprise, something moved. He pulled his hand away quickly, then gently placed it back. He felt it again, but realized that it had just been Abbey's stomach gurgling. Pulling away and rolling over on his side, another thought hit him, and his eyes went wide.
"Oh, my God, I'm gonna be a dad," he murmured out loud.
(Warning: the following passage you are about to read contains minor sexual content and other situations some readers may find somewhat disturbing. You have been warned.)
That next day, at school, the students were assigned more odd jobs to do. Howleen and Valentine were put in a group with Hoodude Voodoo and Toralei. However, Hoodude had popped some of his stitches and needed to stay home to fix them, and Toralei was nowhere to be found. So, Valentine and Howleen were mopping the floors all by themselves.
"Yo, Val!" Howleen snapped, giving her vampire companion a glare. "Stop slacking off and help me mop."
"Please don't call me 'Val'," Valentine hissed, giving Howleen an irritated look. "That's not my name."
"You silly, I know that's not your name." Howleen smirked, then she became confused. "But…why don't you like that nickname?"
"Because," Valentine sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "That's what Jared used to call me."
"Jared? You mean the creepy long haired dude who killed Heath's sister?"
"Is there another Jared?" Valentine sneered.
The two fell silent, and Valentine tipped his head back and closed his eyes. "Sorry about that. I haven't really been feeling like myself lately."
Howleen cocked her head in concern. "Why? What's wrong?"
"I-I don't know, I just…" he trailed off, suddenly looking down the hallway. His voice fell to a hushed tone. "I hear something."
"Hear what?" Howleen asked, then she heard it too. It was a quiet whimpering noise, followed by a gentle purring.
Vampire and werewolf exchanged worried glances with one another, then set their mops down and silently made their way down the hallway. They soon discovered that these noises were coming from Napoleon's office, and as they got closer, moderate panting was heard as well.
Howleen noticed that the door was creaked open a bit, and used that as an opportunity to peek inside the room. all she did was look for one second, and then pull back and clap her hand over her mouth. Valentine gave a questioning look, and Howleen responded by pointing inside the room.
Suddenly, the panting inside increased in speed, and groaning began to be heard as well. Valentine's eyes widened and he clenched his teeth. He knew very well what was happening in that room. The panting came to a halt, and a vicious grunt followed. Valentine took that moment to peek inside with a grimace, seeing what he thought he'd see.
There, lying half naked on a desk, were Napoleon and Toralei.
Howleen was outraged. Toralei had skipped her duties to go copulate with the vice principal! What a whore! Howleen thought angrily. Valentine, however, found that the idea that the mean girl of school had actually had sex with the much older, vice principal was so funny that he couldn't help but chuckle a bit.
He immediately regretted this decision, for then Napoleon heard them. Napoleon jerked his head up, seeing the two students standing in the doorway. Toralei yowled at the sight of them, rushing to cover her exposed nether regions as Napoleon began to lose his temper.
"HEY! GET BACK TO WORK! DON'T DISTURB ME WHILE I'M DOING SOMERTHING IMPORTANT!"
The anger in his voice scared Valentine and Howleen so much that they dashed away, grabbing their mops and rushing to another hallway in hopes that this little "incident" would blow over.
About ten minutes later, Napoleon's voice was heard over the intercom.
"Would Valentine and Howleen please come to my office. Again, would Valentine and Howleen please come to my office!"
His voice was without his usual smooth tone. As Valentine and Howleen made their way to the office, everyone figured that the two had done something wrong.
When they entered the office, Napoleon did not greet them. Instead, he glared at them coldly from behind his desk. Howleen swallowed nervously.
"H-hello, sir. You…you wanted to see us?"
Napoleon continued to glare, then he stood up and went to the door, firmly locking it. Valentine covered his face with his hands, pressing his eyes shut. This was not going to end well.
"What happened today will, after this, never be mentioned again," Napoleon said in a low voice. "I sincerely hope that what happened today will never happen again."
"What, you mean the fact that you banged a cat girl or the fact that we saw you?" Howleen inquired with a raised eyebrow. "Because none of those things should've happened."
Napoleon suddenly grabbed Howleen by the hair, looking her straight in the eyes. "Listen to me, you wolf! What I do with the students at this school does not concern you! My place, my rules!"
"This is not your place!" Howleen snarled, showing her teeth. "This was our place and you took it!"
Napoleon's face fell. He stared at Howleen for a very long time before releasing her and stepping away.
"Take your shirt off." Napoleon demanded quietly.
Howleen's eyes widened. "W-what?"
"Do it!" Napoleon snapped, clenching his fist.
"No!" Valentine stood, glaring at Napoleon. "No, I won't let you! She's just a little girl, leave her alone!"
"You shut up!" Napoleon yelled, backhanding Valentine in the face. Valentine stumbled and fell backwards, and Napoleon kicked him in the stomach.
"No, not there!" Valentine screamed, quickly covering his midsection. "Please, not there!"
Napoleon paused, looking at Valentine questioningly. After a moment of silence, Napoleon laughed, shaking his head. "Boys these days."
He then turned his attention back to Howleen, who's shirt had been tossed beside her. She sat in the corner, hugging her knees and shivering. Napoleon reached into his pocket with a smirk, pulling out a whip. "Turn around, sweetheart," Napoleon smiled, nearing the young werewolf.
Valentine, recovering from the blow to his stomach, pulled his phone out of his pocket. As quickly and as quietly as he could, he texted Clawd, simply saying,
"Napoleon's hurting Howleen. Please come"
With a flick of his wrist, Napoleon slashed the whip across Howleen's back, making her whimper piteously. He did this about five times before blood began to drip down Howleen's soft fur and soak her training bra. Howleen clenched her teeth as tears rolled down her face. She was trying very hard not to cry out.
Suddenly, a loud crash rang out. The door fell to the carpet, and in dashed Clawd and Romulus. Clawd leapt on Napoleon with a snarl, raking his claws across the older man's face and drawing blood. Romulus ran over to Howleen, helping her up and handing over her shirt.
Napoleon thrust his hand in the air, summoning his staff. The long object flew to his hand and he used it to shoot Clawd off of him. Clawd yelped, faltering backwards. Almost instantly, Valentine grabbed Clawd by the arm and pulled the werewolf out into the hallway along with Howleen and Romulus.
Napoleon ran to the doorway. Rather than chasing them, he just shouted, "YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS! ALL OF YOU! DO YOU HEAR ME!? YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR ARROGANCE!"