Backstory: Requested by my friend Cici, who wanted 'Monster High', specifically Mickey's POV of the events from the other Storybit I wrote from this verse. Vampire love is crazy love, that's my blatant excuse for Mickey being OOC. Onward!


Mickey wasn't even allowed to relax in his own limousine. He had only slouched to a side for a second, but when he heard his butler clear his throat, Mickey rolled his eyes and sat up straight. "It's not very becoming for his highness to roll his eyes." The servant said calmly, keeping his eyes on his superior.

"Sorry, sorry." Though Mickey wasn't at all. He glanced toward the windows, and to his relief, saw the school building in sight. "Great, we're finally here! Oh boy, I can't ta meet everyone and ta - " The servant cleared his throat again, and Mickey flinched. Sighing irritability, he spoke again, this time smoothing out his dialect. "…I can't wait to meet my fellow students."

"If I may." The servant held out a hand to the door as the car came to a halt in front of the building. "I still do not understand why his highness is choosing to go to a school for commoners."

Mickey could try to explain it to his servant again, but knew it wouldn't help. The prince had longed for actual company and friendship that didn't revolve around serving his every whim. He wanted to be treated normally, and with this selected school, learn about the fascinating world of mortals. However everyone who Mickey was already involved with was so snobby and upper crust that they didn't understand what could be so interesting about the lower class. So Mickey stayed silent as the servant opened the door and waited for Mickey to leave. The prince stepped out, staff firmly gripped in hand, and stood before the building.

In his eyes, it was the most beautiful building he had ever seen in his life. He smiled, fangs glistening in the early sunlight. "This is it… this is where my new life begins!" He took a moment to try and memorize everything around him so he could preserve this memory for the ages. While he did so, a small shadow began to appear over his head, followed by a tiny scream that was getting louder every passing second. It sounded like it was coming from directly above him, so, curious, both the prince and the butler looked upward.

THWUMP!

At the very least, he had thought what was above him had been a small bird. But what had landed splat on top of him was neither that small nor a bird. No, the thing that had fallen flat on top of him and sent him flopping onto his back on the ground was a young lady. Being a vampire, it took more than just a person falling on top of him from tall heights to cause him any pain, so he was able to clear his head almost immediately. He blinked a few times, and looked at the girl.

She was a mouse, and judging by her clothes, was a student at this school. Her fur and hair had been ruffled by the fall, and her tied up bow was falling out of place. She dizzily sat up, sitting in his lap, trying to catch her wits. "Ow… what just happened?" Even her voice was tiny in a way, delicate and melodic. She held her head in pain, not realizing what her landing pillow was. That was really just fine with the prince, though. He didn't mind at all.

He didn't mind because this little girl was, in modest terms, the most devastatingly gorgeous person he had ever laid eyes upon. Glimmering eyes, an adorable voice, that petite face, everything and anything about her was so blindingly perfect that Mickey was rendered speechless. He forgot entirely about why he was there in the first place, as his whole attention was on this mystery girl accidentally straddling him. Now this was a memory he was going to remember for the ages. He could have stayed under her like this for an eternity and be content, had not his butler, who during this entire time had stared in shock, suddenly pointed at her and said the only thing he could think of. "Y-Y-You!"

The girl was surprised at the pointing as her vision cleared. She looked at the butler, and then finally down at the boy she was sitting on. As everything sunk in, her face blushed deeply, and she jumped off with a startled shriek, stumbling as she got on her feet. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" She squeaked, as Mickey slowly sat up. "I swear that wasn't on purpose!" Her arms flailed around, trying to demonstrate what had happened. "My friend Daisy, she's a witch, she offered to take me to school on her new broom, but she hasn't really gotten the hang of it, so I fell off…" Smoothing down her skirt, she offered him a hand, eyes wracked with worry. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Mickey smiled as he half paid attention to what she was saying. The poor girl had no idea she had fallen onto a vampire, nor did she know about a particular insanity vampires had concerning their mates. As he began to get on his feet, he was certain once he took that soft hand of hers, he would never let her go. But before their hands could touch, the sound of a clanging bell surprised all three of them. The girl stepped back when she recognized the bell. "Oh, no! And now I'm late!" She was about to turn around, but offered Mickey one last look and apology. "I really am sorry!" Then she was gone, racing to get inside the building, her little tail bouncing behind her.

The butler yanked out a long white handkerchief, and knelt down so he could wipe away all the dust and dirty that had gotten on Mickey since the fall. "The nerve of her!" The servant growled as he cleaned. "Rest assured she will be punished for touching his highness!"

"I like her." Mickey said, simple and clear. The butler looked at his face in confusion, and then gaped as he saw the look in Mickey's eyes. The pupils had become somewhat dilated, and the blood red color shone bright. The butler had served enough vampires to know exactly what that look meant.

"His… His highness can't be serious." The servant stammered, hand frozen in place mid-cleaning. "He just met her! She fell on him! They barely exchanged a conversation!"

"I like her." Mickey repeated, and giving a light shove aside to his servant, walked inside the school building.


His first class of the day involved the Dos and Don'ts when trying to fool a mortal into thinking you were a mortal too. But before the lessons were to begin, the teacher, an elderly witch, introduced Mickey and his status to the rest of the class. The students were divided on fearing him or being in awe of being so close to royalty. Mickey didn't care too much, as only one thing was on his mind now. When the witch was finished explaining his heritage, she vaguely gestured to him. "And so, before we begin today's lessons, do you have any questions, your highness?"

Mickey's head jerked up, seeing that now he had an opportunity. "Yeah! … I mean, yes, I do." Swallowing down his dialect, he speedily walked up to the blackboard, picked up a piece of chalk, and began to draw. "Does anyone know who this is?" When he was finished, what was on the board was what he thought to be an accurate replica of the girl he had seen. Silence answered him for the moment, as in his 'accuracy', he had added sparkles and little hearts all around her.

One girl, a duck wearing a pink witch hat, managed to raise her hand. "We all know who that is, your highness. That's Minnie!"She spoke cheerfully of the girl, standing up from her desk. "She got into this school by accident, but the principal let her stay so we could all learn what mortals are really like!" She then proudly put a hand on her heart. "I'm Daisy, her best friend, and I was the first one to find out she was a mortal."

"A mortal!" Mickey repeated in surprise, and looked back to his drawing. Minnie – and what a sweet and fitting name that was – was a mortal! He never thought he would be interacting with one so soon, and the opportunity had literally fallen into his lap. He stared blissfully at the artwork until the teacher had to drag him back to his seat. He tried to pay attention when the lessons began, but something within him was already taking over. It was vampire biology, and it could not be controlled.

Vampires have only one mate their entire eternal lives. They never know who that mate will be until the first meeting, and then the body is firmly set in its decision. They can have no one else, and until they've tasted the chosen mate's blood, their emotions can never be settled. In lament's terms, they are literally crazy with love. This is why during the first class he tried to think of how to court her, the second class when the right time to move in together would be, and by the time the bell signaled the end of the third class he was already deciding what flavor of cake they'd use for their wedding. There was never a doubt in his mind that Minnie might object to any of this. Destiny always had a way of working such kinks out.

When the time for lunch came, Mickey decided to use this break to search for his lady love. Leaving his last classroom, he didn't have a single idea of where to start. As he pondered where to begin, a yell hit his ears, and he looked to his right. A small group of fellow vampires with terrible fashion sense was chasing someone down the hallway, heading right for a set of stairs that would lead to the roof. The yell contained that same melody as a certain apology earlier, and he realized that the girl he had been searching for was the one being chased. He quickly went after the group, and ran up the stairs.

Near the top, he heard the voices of the other vampires and of his dear Minnie, and slowed down to hear what was being said. "My name is not 'mortal'... it's Minnie! And... And for the last time, I did not insult your prince!" That was clearly his precious Minnie, and such courage, standing up for herself!

"I'm sick of hearing the sack of meat talk! She's done nothing but lie!" A different female voice was that one, definitely belonging to one of the chaser vampires. Sack of meat? Lying? Anger began to swell up within the prince, especially when he heard a male vampire add on. "I agree, Belladona! If she won't apologize for insulting his highness... let's drink every bit of her! Save the neck for me!" They would dare sink their fangs into the woman he had chosen? This would not stand! Minnie was his wife, even if he actually had no idea what her last name was at this point.

He opened the door, and saw seven of the gaudily dressed teenagers looming over the frightened little mouse in a corner. She was clutching the steel behind her, eyes beginning to water up in fright. She needed her handsome knight to swoop in and save her. Fangs wholly cared, Mickey spoke in a guttural voice that commanded attention. "What."

Everyone froze -

"Do you think."

Everyone looked at the door -

"You're doing."

The vampires all fell to their knees at once -

"To my bride?"

The teenagers had gone from blood thirsty to whimpering children, cowering in his presence. Normally he would have asked them to get up and stop treating him as if he was some sort of tyrant, but they had dared to threaten his mate. Let them ruin their pants for all he cared. They were all on their hands and knees in reverence. A blonde one spoke out first, and he recognized it as the one who wanted to drain Minnie of her blood. "Y-Y-Your highness! You... you grace us with your presence..."

Mickey approached the blonde, and placed his staff under the scared undead's chin. "I'll ask again. What are you doing to my bride?" His tone challenged the blonde to dare make him ask again.

Blond grew paler, if such a thing was possible. "B-b-b-bride? Your highness, we didn't-"The staff was pressed into his throat, and the bully gagged before able to reply again. "We... we heard all about how the mortal dared to touch you!"

Minnie spoke now, in a mix of disbelief and ever present fear. "What, when I fell on him?" Mickey glanced at her for a moment as she tried to explain. "That was an accident!" She had let go of the steel, but still wasn't sure on moving. Mickey could see that even if she was afraid, she was still going to try and set things right. So not only was she beautiful, but she had courage and will. That just made her more beautiful.

There were still matters to finish, though. "One which she apologized for." Mickey finished for her, beginning to pull his staff back. "Were you taking these actions in my name?"

"I... I, your highness, we - "

"Do you find yourself so impudent that you can assume to know what I desire?"

"No, no, your highness, never!"

The truth was that Mickey had never harmed another creature in all of his long years. However, his royal status created many rumors anyway, and his family had spilled more blood than just for drinking. This was why the other teenagers now began to cower even deeper, some covering their heads with their hands in fright. If these punks being afraid of him meant they wouldn't pick on little girls for accidents, then he would encourage this terror. He would have continued adding on threats, had not Minnie spoken up again, clearly trying to get his attention.

"Um... 'your highness'?" She sounded unsure, like she wasn't sure if this really was the prince. He couldn't blame her, as the mortal world knew nothing of the monster realm, and especially not of his royal family. "You're not going to hurt them, are you?" Beautiful, strong, and kind to those who had wronged her? She was becoming more perfect by the minute. There was no doubt in his mind that she was the essential bride.

"I suppose I could spare them... this time." He added the extra incentive for the future. He doubted there would be a next time, but better safe than sorry. He kept his eyes on Minnie, growing bored of dealing with these truly lesser beings. These types of vampires sickened him, those that thought they could flash their powers without consequences.

The blond collapsed onto his stomach, groveling profusely. "Oh, thank you, your highness!"

Mickey didn't even bother looking at him anymore, waving a hand. "Leave us." He heard the scrambling of feet, and in seconds, the two mice were alone. When the other vampires left, they took Mickey's rage with them, and he relaxed. He supposed he had to thank those bullies for doing one thing right – surely after saving Minnie, she had fallen for him instantly. He didn't know how mortals did love, but how different could it be from vampire love?

Minnie inhaled and exhaled several times, trying to settle herself down after the terrifying incident. When she caught her breath and smiled, Mickey's heart went to sheer elation. It didn't occur to him that this smile was gratitude, and not unabashed deep love that he was assuming. "That was a close one... thank you so much."

"I don't believe we got to introduce ourselves before." His voice was calm now, gentle, nearly soothing, nothing like the gnarly temper he had flashed upon the clique. He bowed deeply, one foot back, regal as he positioned himself. "I am Prince Michael the Third, heir to the Transylvania throne." Now this status could come in handy. Girls loved princes, this was a fact everyone knew.

Minnie didn't appear used to royalty, as she still wore an expression of confusion. She tried to bow, and came off a bit clumsily, not used to showing this level of politeness to anyone. "Minnie Mouse." There was a pause, and she added "High-schooler."

Standing up straight once more, Mickey approached her, then took her hand, and raised it to his lips to kiss it. "A pleasure to meet you, formally." Those lessons on how to be a proper gentleman were finally coming in handy. This was a scene right out of one of those dull soap operas his mother adored. He smiled to see Minnie's cheeks pink, though his eyes continued to waver to her neck. How did her blood taste, he wondered? No doubt sweet, since Minnie was obviously a very sweet girl. He longed for just a drop, but even in his love insanity, there were rules to uphold. Drinking your mate's blood was for after the wedding, no matter how deep the temptation.

"Same here... you really helped me out there." She giggled, and Mickey longed to hear such lovely sounds over and over again. "And with that made-up bride stuff, they'll never pick on me again!"

He blinked, and straightened himself, still holding her hand. "Made-up?" He repeated, not understanding what she could have meant.

"Yeah, that was pretty clever." She said in between laughs. "I wish I could make up stories like that on the spot!" She continued to laugh, until their eyes met, and she understood there was nothing made up going on here.

The poor dear, Mickey thought. Had she thought herself so inferior to him that the thought of them engaged could only be a joke? He would have to assure her that she was serious so that she could confess her love to him. It wasn't as if she didn't love him from the get-to, what a ridiculous notion. He ran a hand over her thumb, trying to soothe her doubts away. "Who said anything about a made-up story?"

Her smile began to fade. "...The... the bride thing, you were..." Was she still in doubt? Just how bad was her self confidence? He would just have to try that much harder to reassure her.

"I was completely sincere, darling." With one step forward, Minnie lost all personal space. "I believe your type calls it 'love at first sight'?" He had done some research on mortals, though it was only in books, but it sounded very self explanatory. Didn't 'love at first sight' mean you instantly wanted to marry that person? How else could it possibly work?

"Uh... that's... not... quite how it works." Minnie continued backing up, until it was clear she had no place to go. She must be shy, that's what Mickey concluded. How adorable! He would build up her self confidence and make her realize she was more than worthy to be his wife.

"Isn't it?" His staff was set aside, so he had a free hand in which to cradle the back of her head. "I knew we were meant to be together the instant when we met."He did his best to word himself carefully so she could be assured their love was meant to be.

"... When I fell on you?" Minnie emphasized on the word 'fell', and Mickey wondered if all mortals were this deep in modesty. She was endearing herself more and more to him as the conversation continued. What a delicate little thing, so in denial about the love they had for each other. That was love glimmering in her eyes, and not fear for a random stranger making insane proposals.

"It was like an angel had descended out of heaven." His fingers were in her hair. Girls loved this sort of mushy talk, this was another well known fact.

"I fell off a broom!" She yelped, almost jumping. "I fell off a witch's broom! I fell off a witch's broom and landed on a vampire prince by accident and then I had to go attend Zombie class and then bloodsuckers hounded me..." Mortals were clearly very jittery things. Perhaps she had never been complimented in a way – or, even better, he was her first love, so the dear didn't know what to do with herself. What a lovely notion! No wonder she was so flustered – not frightened out of her skull – about his forwardness. He had never loved before either, so they could learn from each other. For now he would layer on the compliments, trying to settle her nerves. How were they supposed to kiss if she kept flailing all over the place in her excitement – not looking for a way to escape him, excitement.

He tilted her head up. "And such a cute neck." He licked his lips, wondering if maybe they could be rebellious together, and offer him a drop of her red.

"Don't you dare!" She shrieked, and he dismissed the temptation outright. She was right, after all. Traditions were scared, and he couldn't let bodily desires get in the way of that. She wanted to preserve the sanctity of marriage, not keep her neck away from crazy vampires who were saying crazy things.

"Of course, of course." He rubbed his thumb over a pumping vein, hidden under her fur. "That sort of thing is saved until after the wedding. I'm thinking June." That was the romantic month to hold weddings, if he recalled those soap operas properly.

He would have continued lavishing her in his affection, had she not suddenly asked, "Hey, what happened to your staff?"

That was the only question that could have ever distracted him. The staff was a precious family heirloom, and any damage was a great sin to the family. Startled, Mickey let her go, and put his attentions to the displaced item. However, there didn't appear to be anything wrong with it. No scratches, no dents, it was the same as ever. Confused, he moved to return his attentions to her. "What about it, darling?"

Strangely, Minnie had gotten, and, listening carefully, Mickey could hear her quick footsteps on the stairs and slamming of the door. Why did she leave? Mickey picked up his staff, and gave the question some quick thought. Perhaps she was off spreading her joyous news to her friends? Or she was so overcome with emotion that she needed time alone? How simply adorable of her, either way. She was just the most precious little fiancé, wasn't she? Twirling his staff, he whistled pleasantly, casually heading for the stairs and intent on following his new bride.

What a great way to start off the school year.