I leaned against the leather of my father's car and stared out the window. Another city, another life, another lie. I played with the tips of my black hair and stared out the window at the rain that was pounding against every surface. I heard my father and his girlfriend speaking in the front seat, hushed whispers. Of course, I heard every word. Being a vampire and all. But, I ignored their words. It would be rude to listen in.

According to my father, the moving company had already delivered and set everything up. I wouldn't be able to tell the difference between this house and our last house in Romania. Only in appearance. I sighed and felt tears prick at the back of my eyes. I couldn't believe we had moved across the world! My friends and boyfriend were all in Romania! I'd have to make all new friends. What if they weren't monsters? What if they didn't like me? Did my clothes even fit into American fashion? I'd totes have to go shopping…which is never a bad thing…but I had no one to go with!

"Stop sighing, Laura," my father said, glancing back at me, "You'll like it here, plenty of kids your age," he said, as if that would make me feel better.

"I'll introduce you to the Wolfe family!" Samantha exclaimed looking back at me with a huge smile, "They will be your new next door neighbours. They'll introduce you to Cleo, Deuce, and all of their little friends!"

I wanted to tell her that they probably weren't that much younger than she was, but I kept the comment to myself. I didn't like confrontation, and my father wouldn't be happy. I just wanted him to be happy for once, and so far Samantha made him happy. "That would be…nice?"

The car pulled up a driveway to a Victorian styled house. I hid my relief. It looked almost the same as the house in Romania, only smaller. If it wasn't in America it would be perfect! I wondered if there would be bats in the attic like the one in Romania?

The two of them stepped out of the car as I gathered my things. My car door opened, and my Uncle gave me a toothy grin. "You've aged so much since I last saw you. It's almost your 1600th, right?" he asked, holding out his hand to help me out of the car. An umbrella over us so the sun wouldn't burn. I smiled up at him and threw my arms around him.

"Uncle Vlad!" I giggled, "You've gotten so old."

He gave me a mock scowl, "I haven't aged a day, and you know it."

Samantha and my father were already at the door, he carried nearly all the suitcases. My Uncle shook his head, and shut the car door. "A normie living under my roof," he grumbled, "I'm not adjusting my sleep schedule for her."

"Being awake during the day isn't that bad," I replied with a smile, "Look how beautiful everything is?" I sighed looking around, and then felt my happiness fade. The trees weren't the same, and the houses were more closely packed together than when we lived in Romania. "Er…well…"

"You'll get use to the differences," he promised and picked up my black and pink suitcase. "Come on."

We headed up the steps. Before I walked in, I swallowed and looked at my phone. Already missing my friends. It would be twelve there right now. I took a deep breath, there was no going back. I knew that. Walking into the house I looked at the foyer. It was large, marble floors, decorative pillars and a grand staircase that separated halfway up to go to the two different sides of the house which held the different rooms. There was an archway that lead into a living room area, but the other rooms were blocked off by doors. The chandelier was not powered by electricity, but candles. They were all melted and I could tell none had been lit in a while. I couldn't wait to see this place lit up by all the candles. Ah, it would be beautiful, and candle lit is so much prettier than harsh electricity!

"Laura, go and unpack your suit case and put your things away, Samantha will bring you over to our next door neighbours after you freshen up," my father said, pressing a kiss to my forehead, "Te ador."

"I love you too," I murmured, he patted my back before turning to his new fling and kissing her on the cheek. My uncle pulled a face, making me giggle.

"Your room is the same spot as in Romania," my uncle spoke loudly; "I'll show you where it is, my favourite niece!"

I giggled again, "I'm not your favourite niece."

"There you are wrong, have you met Micera's children? Devil spawn! Radu only has a small boy. No other female babies in our family," he retorted with a nod, "Now, how are you?"

"I'm tired, and homesick," I replied to his question honestly, I felt my throat tighten as tears threatened to spill. Sometimes my uncle was more of a father than my own. He glanced down and shook his head.

"Well, fortunately, your father's little speeches about your liking the new houses and places are correct. The kids in this area are friendly, and the families are very close. I took the time to get to know them and have knitted my way into their circle of friends, and you will too!" he said patting me on the back before opening a door. "Your father isn't one to decorate, so I took the liberty and now you have a room that you will enjoy."

The room was very pretty. Pink and black striped walls lined with white moulding. The floor was dark hardwood covered by a cute fluffy pink rug. In the corner was a beautiful antique vanity that I could swear was from the castle we lived in two hundred plus years ago. I stared in awe at the room, taking in everything. The coffin was black with a cute pink bat painted on the lid. I touched the bat and my uncle walked over. "Coffin's are comfier than beds…but I didn't know that a human was staying with us. I will have to replace it with a bed from the lower floor until she leaves or she learns and accepts us as vampires."

Tears pricked at my eyes, "Can't I just lock my door?"

My uncle rubbed my back, "We can't let her become suspicious of us before we wish her to be."

I knew the answer before I had even asked, but I didn't want to give up everything that I was for this woman. I felt a tear slip from my eye and my uncle waved towards a door. "You've got your own bathroom!"

A door led off into a bathroom, which held a shower in one corner, and then an old-fashioned stand-alone tub stretched out near a frosted window. I loved it. It was so me. It had a high back, and the feet of the tub were claws. I wiped the tears from my face.

"You also have a walk in closet, which don't show your fathers girlfriend, but it's just the next room converted into a closet for you. I know you love your fashion," he replied and opened the door. He flicked on the light and I grinned. It was….fantastic! All my clothes were hung already, and there was a mannequin posing one of my favourite outfits. I jumped at my uncle, hugging him tightly.

"You are totes the best!" I squealed, before spinning around the room. "There is soo much room. I could just die happy!"

"You are dead," my uncle teased.

"Well, then I'm for sure deader than dead. This is fangtastic."

"Haha, vampire puns," he rolled his eyes and checked his watch. "You should prepare to go over to the Wolfe's. I'll leave you alone."

I sat down on the lid of the coffin. I knew this was a temporary arrangement. There would be a normal bed in here before the next day, but I was glad that my first night in Salem would be in the cozy comfort of a coffin. I use to hate sleeping in coffins, for nearly 1300 hundred years of my life I had slept in a normal bed. However, just after the Werewolf-Vampire War, we went into hiding and were forced to sleep in coffins for such a long time. When we appeared back to the world, we just…took up sleeping in coffins. Honestly? It's the comfiest thing in the world, being so enclosed and safe in the coffin.

Thankfully, I was also really tiny; most coffins that we slept in were big enough that I had plenty of space to move about in if I couldn't sleep. Nothing is more difficult than trying to fall asleep in a tiny coffin that you can't even roll over in!

My size came from my mother, and I'm glad that was the only thing I got from her. There was nothing nice about that woman, and I try to find the good in anyone. At least my father's three wives, Marishka, Aleera, and Verona would protect me if I needed it. Though, I suppose that had more to do with their love for my father, than for their feelings towards me. They're still back at the Romanian castle writhing in pure hatred about being left there while my father took up an American life.

"Laura! Come on, the kids are back from school!" Samantha said, knocking on my door. I told her I would be out in a moment and quickly touched up my makeup as best as I could, and combed my hair out so it was soft and shiny. Then with a deep breath I headed out of my room. Time to make friends.

^v^ ^v^

This. Was. So. Awkward. Samantha was clearly disliked by the Wolfes. Adult, as well as their children, and they were only tolerating her because my uncle was there. I was not normally shy, but everyone here was so good looking! They clearly knew all the latest fashions and knew what looked good on them. I was wearing a black dress I was absolutely positive now that it was from the last decade. Fashion faux pas!

Samantha nudged me towards one of the kids, a girl with tan skin and brown hair. She was tall and athletic; her amber almost yellow, eyes looked me up and down before sticking out her hand. In an interesting accent she said, "My name's Claudine."

"Laura," I murmured and shook the hand she was reoffered, I smiled at her.

"Your hands are like ice," Claudine said looking down and then grinning.

"Maybe she's a vampire," one of the younger kids said looking up at me, "She's got th' accent for it! Pale skin an' cold!" I laughed and shook my head.

"Fortunately, I am not a vampire," I replied simple with a grin.

"That's my younger brother, Don," she explained after he got distracted after something pelted him in the head. "He's one of the triplets, Howie and Leena are the other two," she clarified and grabbed a piece of what looked like cold bacon. I averted my eyes from the meat, my head feeling woozy.

"You have a lot of siblings," I glanced back into the living room, seeing the two boys wrestling lightly, and Leena talking to her father.

"That's half of them," Claudine groaned and shook her head, "I have one older brother, Claude, he's...alright I guess, out with Deuce and Heath right now."

"Half? You have six siblings?" I asked in awe, I wished I had other brothers and sisters. However, I was an only child, and it was near impossible for a vampire to have many children.

"Unfortunately," she sighed, "five of them are younger than me. Rocks is the third oldest and then there is Conner."

"You are so lucky," I sighed staring at her, "Quite honestly, my father doesn't stay with females long enough for them to have babies. Even though I probably could have like fifty siblings."

Claudine stared at me before laughing, "You say that as if you are alright with your father having a lot of relationships."

I smiled and shook my head, "He's happy, and it's not like any of them are going to be my mother," I shrugged and she patted my shoulder.

"Hey, you're the lucky one. I'd kill to have a room of my own! Unfortunately, I have to share with Leena…and she borrows everything, constantly," Claudine rolled her eyes, and glanced over at the girl, her eyes widened and then she let out a sound that was similar to a growl, "That's my shirt!" she yelled at the younger girl. "I told you to stay outta my things!"

"Ha! It looks better on me than you!" Leena sneered back, sticking out her tongue.

I giggled, hiding my smile with my hand. Claudine slapped the table before crossing her arms. "I swear to god, one day she won't have access to my closet. What will she do then?"

"Visit and 'borrow' your things," I teased, and Claudine sent me a smile.

The backdoor opened and in strode a male that was similar to Claudine, the same tan skin and golden eyes. He was very tall, taller than Claudine and her parents. It slightly scared me, but Claudine just muttered something and grabbed another piece of bacon. I swallowed thickly, averting my eyes from the meat. At least it was cooked. If it was raw? No. I couldn't. Blood makes me faint faster than anything else.

"Welcome home, Claude, didn't you get the memo? The next door neighbours were moving in today, Mom told you to be home right after school."

"I forgot, besides I doubt they even noticed my absence," Claude said and shook the water out of his hair and took off his jacket. He hung it up before lifting his gaze. It landed on me, and then he cleared his throat and straightened. "Hello," he said, sounding slightly surprised.

"This is Laura, their daughter," Claudine introduced us, the male held out his large hand. It still made me cautious but I placed my hand in his and shook it. "Hey Mom!" Claudine shouted after we dropped our hands and he moved to the fridge, "Are Laura and Vlad staying for dinner?"

"If they would like, we'll be having steak, if you wish to stay," Harriet explained to my uncle in the living room. My stomach dropped and my head swarmed. Immediately, I could smell the blood from the fridge where the steaks were. My eyes drifted over and I caught the sight of the steaks underneath Claude's arm. I leaned heavily against the counter, keeping my eyes away from the meat.

"How do you like your steak?" Claude asked, "Rare or well cooked?"

I couldn't help glancing over again and caught the sight of the steak once again. My vision blacked out and crumpled to the floor.

I heard the shouts of alarm before my vision cleared.

"Draculaura?" my father whispered, helping me to my feet.

I felt my face heat up, knowing they were all staring at me. "Sorry, I…Jet lag," I blurted out lamely. My father rubbed my back.

"Why did you call her Draculaura?" Leena asked my father, "Is that a play off of Dracula?"

"Howleen-" Mr. Wolfe said but cut himself off. My heart beat quickened, but my father just laughed.

"I just said 'sweetheart' in Romanian," he lied smoothly, and then turned to Claudine's parents and smiled at them, "I better get her back home, we wouldn't want to incontinence you again. Samantha, brother," he said and guided me towards the door. I nearly fainted again, the smell of blood still lingering in my sense. Flashbacks darting in my mind every time my eyes shut.

"If she continues to feel sick in the next couple of days, you should take her to the Stein house, Viv will be more than willing to help her," Mr. Wolfe said as he held the door open for us, he leaned and had a brief conversation with my uncle in hushed tones before we left.

A/N: Hey guys! Long time no talk, haha. I've recently rewatched basically all of the monster high movies and some of the webisodes and I'm super back into MH! So, when I remembered my email/password for this account I logged on and re-read New Blood.

My response? Ugh! I loved it but hated it! The story line was great, but my writing back in 2012 was awful. Also, I wrote a prequel to this, and there were a lot of continuity errors so I decided to just rewrite the story all over again.

There will be a lot of changes to the story line, to characters, and some new characters will be introduced. The story will not be one long story containing 81 chapters, but will be trilogy containing 25-30 chapters depending on how much I add or change. I also might change the pairings from the old one, because after watching Boo York, Boo York, I honestly can't see Deuce and Cleo with anyone besides each other. Clawdeen don't need no man!

Also, Draculaura doesn't know that the Wolfe family are werewolves, so until they do they get normie names!

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