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Hi everyone (if anyone is reading) it's Neko-chan, or Mizzy, if you like the story or not is irrelevant, though I would be happy to know if this story is being read and/or liked. Also for those of you who are reading if you would like to have me draw up the outfits of the characters and post them on my profile. Just tell me in a review.

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Monster High Fan Fiction

Chapter 4: Baby Got Bite!

Draculura drove up in her pink and black car and parked behind monster high in her junior parking spot.

It was chilly outside, somewhere below 30 degrees, and I had the cars heat turned up to where it fogged up the windows and made ME sweat.

I walked up the stone step way to the front of the school after I stepped in Torelai and her cats walked up to me. She was wearing knee-high black lace up combat boots (with black see through, silky looking, laces) with a stiletto heel and with red rips on the side, along with a blood red strapless dress with frill and a lace up bust (accented with black from the waist to hem line).

"oOhh, Draculura, Make sure to invite me to the funeral." Torelai said in a mock-sadness tone.

"Why, who died?" I replied confused.

"That sense of STYLE you think your pulling off, it's a cat-tastrophe!" Her and her posse walked off cackling, and I looked down at my hot pink three inch pumps adorned with a red bow all the way up to my thigh high white socks. Then, to my hot pink, red, and black plaid mini sun dress with a large red bow around the waist tied on the side with black pearl trim, to my matching red bow accented with onyx studs and black pearls nestled on the top of my head. I was wearing a black pearl chocker with black pearl stud earrings to match. I looked cute! That cat didn't know what she was talking about.

All of a sudden instead of bursting into tears and running to the little ghouls room to cry, I felt something click in my head, and my eyes dilated and went blood red nearly consumed by blackness they were so dark.

I was standing near the lockers by the door one minute, and the next I was holding Torelai up by her throat nearly a foot off the ground against the wall by the water fountain.

"Wha…" She was gasping for air, and clawing hopelessly at my hands trying to make me let go. As she struggled against my grip my hot pink nails were being painted red by her blood as they sank deeper into her throat causing her were cat blood to bleed all over my nails and hands. She was loosening her grip and becoming more limp.

I heard the familiar clicking sound of an I-coffin taking a picture which caused my mind to click and my eyes to fade to the pink of a freshly bloomed cherry blossom. I shook my head. It felt foggy like I'd woken from a dream I wasn't entirely sure hadn't been real. I realized then I was holding Torelai by her throat and instantly released her, all the power and strength that had been coursing through my veins vanished and I was tired, scared, and confused. I pulled my hands in my chest like a scared rabbit would do. Everyone was gathered around me. When I dropped Torelai she lied limp against the wall then her eyes shot open and she scrambled to get up holding her throat and running away from me. I think she may have muttered something but I was too confused and preoccupied to catch it. I began to shake.

"I'm sorry…I'm sorry…I'm…" I looked down at my hands, I convulsed and then all went blank.

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I awoke in the nurse's office. She gave me some tomato juice and then sent me off to Headmistress Bloodgood's office.

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In the Headmistress's office Nightmare, her horse, was standing by Bloodgood and was eating an apple. The headmistress was sitting down at her desk and when I came in she motioned for me to sit.

"Headmistress, I'm so sorry. I have no idea where that came from. I…" I stopped when she raised her hand. I lowered my head. When she didn't say anything I raised my eyes to meet her gaze. "You're not going to expel me are you?" I said genuinely afraid of leaving Monster High.

"No I'm not going to expel you." Headmistress Bloodgood said sighing and removing her head from her shoulders. She set her head down on to the desk looking up at me. "I know you normally don't do such things, but between you and me I believe Torelai deserved." She smiled, but I couldn't bring myself to do the same. I felt absolutely horrible; how could I do something like this?

"Listen, Draculura, I know you don't normally act like this. Are you feeling okay?" I shook my head. I couldn't bring myself to speak. "Well I'll assign Abbey to Watch over you, maybe help you to discover what is wrong?"

I nodded my head not sure whether to be glad at the promise of future company.

"Then I'll phone her into the office and ask her now, I'm sure she wouldn't mind."

...

Abbey was passing Vamphitheatre and heard a scuffling about inside. Curiosity bested me and I ventured in to see what was cause.

I was in Vamphitheatre now and saw flame hair boy, Holt Hyde, or DJ, sitting emotionlessly in back row.

"What is wrong? Are you hurt somehow boy? Need I go get the nurse?" I asked him, maneuvering my way to sit in chair beside him. He looked up startled then wiped his nose sniffling. I believe that he was before crying.

"No, I'm okay Abbey. I...I just wanted to be alone." DJ said his voice fading off. His flaming hair was not as big as it had been usual.

"Would you like to talk about this sadness that makes you cry?" I asked.

He looked reluctant to say anything but then after a while he relaxed his shoulders and spoke to me in an even, hollow, tone.

"Ghoulia and I...broke up. She says she knows I care for her but that her being a zombie really brings me down because I'm so fast, upbeat, and she's so...ya know..." he paused and looked down at his hands. "I heard she's going out with Slo Moe." His voice was pained.

I patted his back with my light blue hand covered in a slightly darker shade of neon blue fishnets. This received a sizzle in return. "Sorry..." he muttered.

"It is not so bad DJ." I said to him. He looked as if someone had died, it truly was sad. I never liked the ritual of dating much, but I understood that others find it worthwhile.

"There are other yak on the mountain, boy. Do not cry when one does not make milk enough for your supper, or strays to far from the herd."

DJ made a face like he kind of understood what it was I was trying to say.

My hand was on his shoulder and he was beginning to cool off even more, then suddenly his fiery orange eyes changed to pale blue, and his blue skin faded to peach. DJ blinked and he was Jackson.

"Abbey, I...what happened?" He asked rubbing his head.

I said, "Jackson your other half, DJ, was dumped by Ghoulia. He is crestfallen; it would do good to let him talk to your mother." He nodded, I then noticed his teeth chattering; I removed my hand from his back.

"Sorry." I said as the intercom voice of Headmistress Headless bounced off the wall of Vamphitheatre.

-Abbey Bominable please report to Headmistress Bloodgood's office, Abbey Bominable please report to my office-

So, I stood up, waved good bye to Jackson who was himself getting up, and headed to the office of Headmistress Headless.

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I entered Headmistress Headless' office to find Draculura sitting in a chair looking sad, her head bowed and hands in her lap. I was told I would need to watch Draculura and to tell Headmistress Headless of any changes in attitude the girl might have. I was wearing a faded ice blue cocktail dress (that matched my snowflake earrings) with white fur lining the top and bottom, the top being a few inches wide and reaching over to slip the arms in as a draped sleeve. The bust was made with a gothic looking dark blue and silver-black pattern behind the laces that were gray. I was wearing my neon blue fishnet hand warmers and matching tights, along with my faded ice blue snow boots that are fur lined with fur on the inside and framing the lacing of see-through silver-blue ribbon shoe laces that match the head band Lala gave me as seventeenth birthday gift. I tugged on the hem of my skirt in an uneasiness that I wasn't used to. I didn't understand what it was I was being told, this girl was sweeter than the baby yaks before they are day old. I sensed the aura was coming off her, that made me on edge; was Lala okay? I promised Headmistress Headless I would watch over Draculura and alert her to any change the girl does have, and I then headed off to clawculus, my favorite subject.

...

DJ was talking with his mom. After Jackson had gotten home and told her about what Abbey had said about me; Mom turned up the heat, so here I am.

I told mom about Ghoulia and she made me some hot chocolate. After I told her what happened she asked me about Abbey.

"What about Abbey?" She said.

"What about her?"

"She seems like a sweet and cool ghoul…"

My face was horrified. "Mom no, Abbey is my friend and she's, my cousin, Heath's crush."

She gave me a smile. "Heath likes every new ghoul who walks into school, hon."

"Well she makes ice. Her body temperature is lower than the freezing temperatures outside right now. I can't kiss or hold hands with thirty degrees; it wouldn't work, because of…"

"Well hot stuff, opposites attract, is all I'm saying…you'd find a way." She got up sipping the whipped cream off her cocoa, and walked into the kitchen.

I got up and ran to my room. It was cool in there. I could feel I was about to shift into Jackson. For once I almost felt ready to shift. Before my fiery eyes closed to be reopened in a pale blue, and before I faded into blackness becoming someone new. I had the image of a girl in white fur, surrounded by snow and ice, holding hands with me; hot steam rising from the touch of their two blue hands.

...

Draculura was sitting on her coffin bed when she heard her i-coffin vibrating on the purple-black glass bedside table. After I had left the Headmistress' office I had been excused to go home for the day, and Frankie had promised to take notes in class for me. I picked my i-coffin up, and turned on the pink bow lamp, on the screen of my i-coffin was a text from Clawdeen telling me to check out the ghostly gossip, and to follow the link to BooTube.

I logged onto my computer while sitting in the pink fuzzy rolling chair at my white wood desk with silver computer equipment, nothing to fancy just the latest. I grabbed the pink glitter mouse sitting on the pink Jaundice Brothers mouse pad and opened up to the site.

OMG! I sat mouth slightly open, the picture of shock on my face, as I read the ghostly gossip.

[Draculura: D Lala or D Lala Looney?] There was a picture attached showing me holding Torelai up by her throat. [When the fangs retract the fur goes flying. Has sweet Lala gone mad with bloodlust, after all this time being vegan?]

I felt faint, I needed some tomato juice. I clicked the link to BooTube. I saw me, my eyes boring into Torelai and holding her above the ground by her throat as she struggled against my grasp. I had to hold my stomach to keep from losing my Cannibals vegetable soup as blood leaked over my fingers on the video. It didn't even look like me there, but I knew it was.

My body language was different, more aggressive and rigid, less cute and posh. What was wrong with my eyes? I leaned in closer to the screen, intently searching the pixels for something.

On the screen the "other" me dropped Torelai and her eyes faded in color. My eyes had been less like blooming cherry blossoms and more like blooming roses. They almost looked like a normal vampire who feeds off blood, but more hungry and emotionless, the blacks of my eyes huge and consuming. There wasn't even a twinkle in those dark eyes. What was happening to me? I slid down the side of my bed to the floor. How was I going to fix this?

...

Cleo's home was quiet as a grave, or an empty sarcophagus. No one was walking about the limestone halls, or passing under the copper doorways. The clay walls had been unseen by the inhabitants of the home for a few days as they had stayed to themselves. It was a week day but Cleo had stayed home, Deuce as well. The phone was ringing but no one answered it.

Manu came out of the sitting room where he, Cleo and Deuce had been discussing things. Manu didn't make it to the phone in time before the answering machine got it. No one really felt like answering it anyway.

"PLEASE LEAVE A MESSAGE AFTER THE TONE. -BEEP-" the machine said in an electronic female voice. The de Nile's had, surprisingly, yet to customize their new answering machine's message.

"Hello Manu, I finished work early and I am taking an early flight back home." Everyone's heart stopped in their chest as Ramses de Nile's voice rang out over the phone. Manu stopped his body rigid. He could hear Cleo burst into tears and Deuce trying to console her. "I found something Cleo would love and want it to be a surprise. Make sure my little princess is home for my arrival."-BEEP-

Everyone was quiet. Manu went over to the machine and erased the message. His movements were mechanical and quiet. It was almost like he couldn't bring himself to move in the thickly tense air.

"What if I'm not his little princess once he finds about-" Cleo burst into tears again holding her stomach.

"Then you'll stay with me." Deuce said stroking Cleo's hair.

"If Ramses understands." Manu added under his breath. 'Hopefully he wouldn't disown his beloved daughter…hopefully… if the gods be on her side.'

Ch. 4 END

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