Vincent Van Ghoul was at a loss. Everything he had tried had failed one way or another. Out of ideas, he chose to visit his good friend Dracula in hopes that he might be able to give him a new perspective.

"I'm not sure I can help, Vincent," Dracula said once Vincent had voiced his troubles.

The great warlock sighed heavily, "I'm not sure what to do,"

"Uncle Dracula, I'm home," came a gentle voice at the door.

"Come in, christina," Dracula responded.

Christina stepped into the cozy study with a smile, "Hello, Vincent," she nodded.

"Hello, Christina," he smiled, "How's school going?"

"Great, a lot better now,"

"That's good to hear,"

"Christina?" Dracula asked, "Vhere's your cousin?"

"I believe she went to the movies with Clawd,"

"Did she say when she vould be back?"

"No sir,"

"Thank you, Christina, you may go,"

As Vincent watched Christina leave a plan started to form in his mind. One which would no doubt be a success.

…...

A week later at Monster High.

"Did you hear?" Spectra asked excitedly, "Did you hear?"

"Hear what, Spectra?" Christina asked confusedly, pulling books from her locker.

"A normie boy is coming!"

"And that's exciting because?" Christina pressed, jerking her thumb in Kenny's direction for emphasis.

"It's practically unheard of," Frankie elaborated, "Remember?"

"Right, right," Christina nodded before turning on her heel and heading for class.

She didn't see what the big deal was. Sure, it was unorthodox, strange but to get this excited over a boy? She rolled her eyes, settling down into her desk, thankful for the empty seat behind her. Hopefully, it would stay that way. Christina pulled her phone out to better pass the time before school officially started, only to get an alert from The Ghostly Gossip. Spectra had posted her findings already. She even had photos though Christina wasn't sure where she had gotten them from. Still, her curiosity was piqued. Scrolling through them Christina saw a boy just around her age, taller than her most likely, with dusty hair and danger-filled eyes that gave Christina goosebumps.

She would have to avoid him.

…...

A day or two later, Shaggy stood just outside the school smirking at the building that loomed before him. This school was no different from the others. He'd be kicked out in a month or less. No school could handle him not even this one. He strolled into the building, the students parting for him as he ambled down the halls.

He stopped suddenly, there was this feeling, like a magnetic pull in his chest. He glanced around, trying to pinpoint the source of the alien sensation. He followed it, not that he had any choice, to a single girl. He could feel the magic burning inside her, a fire strong and powerful. She turned to him and his breath caught in his throat.

She was beautiful!

"Can I help you?" she asked, coolly.

"Like, can you tell me where my locker is?" he inquired with a smile.

She barely glanced at his schedule before indicating the locker next to hers. Perfect all to perfect!

"My name's Shaggy, what's yours?" he asked, tossing his bag inside the locker without a care.

"Christina," she replied with a huff.

If shaggy focused really hard he could see the red strings of fate that tied everyone to their soulmate, doing this now he was delighted to find his tied with Christina's. His smile only grew. Truthfully he wasn't sure how he was able to see the strings. His mother wasn't back when she had powers, not was his uncle despite his immense power.

As the bell rang for the start of class, Christina slipped away down the hall and into the crowd. Shaggy followed her,

"Please don't follow me," she ordered.

"But, you and I are in the same class, see?" he smirked pointing out his schedule, comparing it with hers.

"Fine," she snapped. "This way."

Upon reaching the History classroom he slid into the empty desk behind her, smirk only growing at her groan.

"I think you and I are going to be friends," he said.

"Don't count on it!"

"Fiesty aren't you?" he teased.

"Stop,"

Shaggy did stop only to spend the entire class period doodling Christina's name in his journal. He had done it! He found his soulmate! Now, he had a job to do, but, how to do it?

/

Christina grew frustrated as the weeks passed. Shaggy only ever found her when she was alone and speaking with her friends on the matter was strictly out of the question. She could handle herself, Shaggy was merely a pest. He wasn't violent with her or even mean to her like her bullies. He was simply annoying!

Someone suddenly grabbed her wrist pulling her into the nearby hall.

Speak of the devil.

"What do you want?" she asked snarkily.

"You," he said in all seriousness, "You and I are meant to be,"

Christina laughed at this, "Sure, sure,"

"And I," he continued, staring at her intensely, "Am going to make sure you stay safe,"

"Seriously, Shaggy I.."

Christina fell asleep before she could finish her sentence.

When she awoke, she found herself alone. Shaggy was nowhere to be seen and Christina had no idea where he went. Not that she cared, it was her free period and she intended to spend it in the library as she did every day.

Shaggy watched her from the shadows with a gentle smile. Now, she would stay safe.

…..

That night Christina sat at her vanity brushing out her hair in preparation for bed. She froze in shock at what she saw. She screamed from the surprise, thanking her lucky stars that her Uncle Dracula and Aunt Vana had stepped out for a long-overdue date night.

"What is it, Christina?" Draculaura asked frantically as she burst through the door.

Christina spun to face her, holding up her left arm for her cousin to see. There was a glowing mark, an S, on her arm.

"You got a tattoo?"

"No, Laura,"

"Calm down, Christina, I'm sure it'll come off,"

The next several minutes were spent trying to scrub it off her arm to no avail.

"We'll ask our friends for help tomorrow,"

...

The ghouls and guys were just as lost as Christina and Draculaura if not more so. With no answers, Christina went on her way. Going about her day as normal.

"Hello, Christina," Shaggy greeted, leaning on her locker.

"What do you want now?"

"Like I said yesterday, I want you and I'm going to make sure you're safe,"

"How?" she challenged, Shaggy was quickly getting on her nerves.

Maybe she should ask for help after all. Just for peace of mind.

Shaggy grabbed her arm, pulling down her sleeve to expose the odd mark on her arm.

"This is how," he grinned.

"Why?" she hissed, wrenching her arm from his grasp.

"Like, for your safety, you and I are meant to be, Christina,"

"I don't associate with troublemakers," Christina snapped, "Now, fix this and go find some other girl to pester,"

"It can't be undone, Love no matter how hard you try,"

Christina stormed off and did her best to avoid Shaggy. Since he was in her History class, however, that proved difficult. He kept poking her in the back to get her attention.

"Leave me alone," she grumbled.

"No,"

It was going to be a long day.

…...

Free period, Christina found herself cornered by Toreai. The devious cat ripped the book she was reading away from her. Christina sighed exasperatedly.

"Poor, poor, Christina, you never belonged here, did you? Fairy Freak,"

"Leave me alone,"

Laughing toralie stood, rounding the table and shredding the jacket that Christina wore before snapping a picture.

"Cross me and this'll end up on the internet,"

She shoved Christina to the ground before running away.

Christina remained on the ground. Every. Single. Day. Without fail. What was the point of getting up? She was just going to face more problems.

"Christina,"

Oh, great, just great, Shaggy had made his appearance. Christina remained on the ground, hiding her face. She expected laughter that never came. Instead, she tensed as Shaggy trailed a hand along her wings. It sent shivers down her spine, unable to move, unable to speak. What was he doing to her? He sat next to her, continuing to stroke her wings, gently.

"You're hurt," Shaggy observed.

She was? That'd explain the fire in her leg.

Wordlessly, Shaggy moved his hand from her wings to her scraped leg. Turning her toward him to better see her injury.

Then, he healed it much to her surprise.

"Who did this to you?" he demanded.

"Why do you care?"

"Who did this?" he repeated, "Who?"

"Toraei," Christina grumbled, "She always does, every day,"

"Like, she won't anymore," Shaggy vowed.

Christina wondered what he meant by that but figured she didn't want to know. She was tired, exhausted. She didn't need anything new to worry about.

"Why do you hide your wings?"

Her wings! They were still exposed! Hastily she covered them even though Shaggy had already seen them, touched them.

"I have my reasons,"

"But why?"

"Hybrids aren't treated well, but you wouldn't understand,"

"Who says I don't understand?" Shaggy challenged lightly, "Like, in case you haven't noticed I'm like, no normal human,"

"I know," Christina growled out, lifting her arm, "Do you know how hard it is to hide this?"

"Bur, why hide it?"

Christina stood, storming from the room once more.

Shaggy would go after her later. He had a werecat to deal with.

…..

Toraei found herself slammed against a wall by the normie boy. Looking around she saw they were the only two in the hall.

"Can I help you?" she asked bravely.

"You need to leave Christina alone!"

"Do I?" she sneered, "And what if I don't?"

His fist connected with her jaw.

"Trust me," he responded, "You don't want to find out,"

He threw her to the ground, walking away without a care in the world. Leaving her with a broken jaw.

…...

Shaggy wasn't the least bit surprised to find himself in the office, the headmistress staring down at him angrily.

"Do I want to know?" she asked.

"Toraei hurt, Christina!"

"But is that any reason to attack a fellow student?"

"Yes," shaggy snorted.

"Wrong answer, Detention,"

"Whatever,"

It was nothing new for him.

…...

"He broke her jaw?" Frankie cried, reading the article Spectra had posted, "But, why?" she questioned the ever quiet Christina.

"How would I know?"

"Because he hangs around you like a lost dog?" Clawdeen reasoned.

"I wish he'd leave me alone," Christina muttered.

"You want us to straighten him out?" Duncan asked, the other boys nodding in agreement.

"No,"

Yes.

"I can handle him,"

"Just let us know if you need help, Christy," Clawd said.

"I will," she beamed, "Thanks boys,"

"No problem,"

Yes, Yes, I know! Why? well, I sat down and did this in a day, revised it this morning and figured I'd post it. It's just going to sit here for a while. I'm still pulling a plot out of the original. Basically I'm posting it for kicks right now.