Cut to the day of the 234th full moon for our main characters, Thursday, August 29th.

Keep in mind this is 35 days before Vivian's 19th birthday, and 57 before Wilson's (remember, Wilson's first full moon is the same as Vivian's, but she was born on the half moon before the full). Should give a decent enough time frame.

Vivian walked to school that day with an immense amount of stress.

She was hyper alert to everything: every breath she took, every move she made, every thing she broke, every step she took, she was watching herself.

If you see what I did there, please let me know that I am not insane.*

The night before, she checked her phone for when the sun was supposed to go down.

7:37pm.

She checked it in the morning.

7:35pm.

She checked it when she got to school.

7:36pm.

She checked it after her chemistry class.

7:34pm.

'Fuck it, I'll be home at 7:15' She thought, airing on the side of caution. 'That means I leave by 7:05.'

Now she just needed a way to get out of class. She would need to leave during her last class of the day, Calculus, which went from 5:30 to 8:00 with a 10 minute break at 6:40.

'I can leave at break, but I'm missing too much time. A whole 15 minutes! That could be a whole concept!' She would make sure to write down the section to go over in the book.

'What do I say at break to get me out?' She thought while using the facilities.

'Maybe I'll just say I'm not feeling well, and I think I might throw up.'

She went about the rest of her day on edge, not even talking to Ally and Lily. She didn't want any loose ends. If she talked to them, they'd know she was a nervous wreck, but not sick.

They could read her like a Dr. Seuss book.

She went about setting up the emails to her teachers about being sick and needing the coursework. 'I'll only do this on the off-chance my parents are right.'

As the day went on, she grew nervous about what would happen that night. But she knew her parents would be there. She would be okay.

'After all, my dad's Dracula, what could go wrong?'

'I'm going to projectile vomit.'

That was Wilson's first thought when he woke up. His whole plan was to vomit at some time, speedrun the nurse as usual, and be home 15 minutes before sundown.

He checked 23 sources, averaging them out each time he did.

When he first woke up, he turned on his computer which had them already loaded.

7:36pm

After getting ready, he checked again on his way out.

7:35pm.

He checked it during Chemistry class.

7:36pm.

'Okay, some time around 7:15 is the latest I have to be home by. But I need to get as much material as possible.' He thought to himself.

He had Calculus class from 5:30 to 8:00 with a ten minute break at 6:40. It was the same class as Vivian to end the night.

'So that means a few seconds before the break is when I make my move, and I just have to book it to the nurse and hopefully be out of there before 7:05.'

He checked the time of sun down one more time when he locked himself in the bathroom.

7:34pm.

The plan was ready.

It was hard to pay attention in Calculus class for Vivian. Damn near impossible.

Her mind was elsewhere. Not in the review of previous years that the rest of the class was. No, not there.

'I know all this shit anyways.'

It was on how her life was about to drastically change.

And she didn't even know the half of it.

Her life as a human was over. Well, technically it never began, but that's just semantics.

It would all change. Tonight.

She was a little nervous about needing to skip the rest of class, but then again, she knew all this stuff.

But then she started thinking about what she would miss the next day.

And what if she couldn't get her new self under control by next week, how much would she need to make up!

'No, stop it. You have to assume you can do this. I've almost never failed at anything I've put my mind to. Anyways, I have bigger worries than make-up work tonight.'

And she was 100% correct.

First things first, she needed to lie to get out of class. 'What should I do? Sound sickly, cover my mouth, or cover my stomach? Or ALL of them?'

She'd obviously never needed to get out of a class before, but she was stressed enough she thought she might be able to pass as genuinely sick.

And as the minutes ticked by, closer and closer to break, she became more and more nervous.

And then something amazing happened.

Wilson didn't bother with paying attention during Calculus class, he had better things to think about.

Which was a first for him, he was usually thinking about either avoiding Josh, or having 100% attention on the class.

'I know all this shit anyways.'

He was worried about all the working out he was gonna have to do. His brother's looked like Mr. Olympia's in training, how long and hard is his dad gonna work him.

Wilson had gone out yesterday with money from his summer internship and bought some supplies.

'I can use my strongest muscle to make this transformation quicker.' He made his own pre-workout, creatine, etc.

As the clock ticked down, he realized he should give himself some more time. Never could be too safe.

4 seconds after the clock hit 6:32, he ran to the front of the class and to the trash can, where he began to vomit profusely.

"OH DEAR!" The professor screamed.

"Uummm, professor, I think I'm going to -"

"Oh yes sweetie, you do whatever you need to." The professor said, hoping she wouldn't catch what her student had.

'Works like a charm.' He smirked internally.

Wilson left the classroom covering his mouth, and proceeded to run to the Nurse's office.

He arrived at the office, with a bit of sweat on him, panting heavily. All part of the plan.

"Hello, how may I - oh, it's you Wilson. What did YOU, and DEFINITELY NOT someone else, do to you this time." The nurse said with the most sarcastic tone ever.

"Uhm, well I just threw up in class and I -"

"That's it? Really? You'd usually just get a bucket and hold it at your desk. You never leave the classroom."

"Well I -"

"Is there something going on with you?" She asked, peering into his blue eyes.

"Well, this time my stomach feels really bad, and I'm sweating, and out of breath and -"

"It's a cold, just go home."

He was shook. It was gonna be that easy to get out of there?

"You're not gonna stay here and get better anyways, you never do. If it was bad enough to make you leave class, then just go home."

He was jumping up and down, in his head at least.

"Thanks doc."

She rolled her eyes.

He was gonna be home super early!

Wilson left the building at 6:43.

Wilson had gifted Vivian an opportunity.

A beautiful gift. A beautiful opportunity. She thanked him in her head.

'I can just say I believe that I have whatever Wilson has.'

Most people thought they were friends anyways, what with them being the smartest people in every room they entered.

The old saying "Us nerds need to stick together" probably helped the fact that everyone thought so.

They always sat at the front, wanting to have the clearest view of the board, so it also looked like it from a teacher's viewpoint as well.

As the class dispersed for break, she slowly walked up to the front of the class, holding her stomach.

"Umm, professor."

"Oh yes my dear. Any questions regarding the review?"

"Umm -"

"Oh I would guess not, you are rather bright. So is that boy that just left, what was his name again? Something like -"

"Wilson."

"That's it. Anyways, what is it you need?"

"Well actually, regarding Wilson, I think I may have caught whatever he has, my stomach is-" she started before being interrupted.

"Oh dear, then you must go! You already know what you're doing, don't worry." She said, sort of swatting at her to leave.

And leave she did, gladly so.

She left the building just three minutes after break, perfect. She could be home early.

When she stepped out of the building, she looked to the right. The sun was starting to descend. And in front of the sun, she saw a silhouette.

It wasn't far away, just on the other side of the college.

It looked like Wilson, walking perfectly normal, almost skipping.

Then Wilson turned and saw her.

He stopped.

'Fuck, he saw me.' Vivian thought.

'Fuck, she saw me.' Wilson thought.

'What's he doing, he looks completely fine?' Viv thought to herself.

'What the hell is she doing out of class?' Wilson commented.

Vivian isn't one to leave class. He knew this because he never left class, and there wasn't ever a time that she left class while he was there.

He wanted to go ask her if she was okay.

Something had been going on with her.

But he knew better. She had become cold recently, towards anyone. Not that they were particularly close, but he noticed it. She wouldn't appreciate his concern.

So instead of risking a confrontation, he booked it towards his house. She'd already seen him walking perfectly normal, and who'd believe her.

'How the fuck is he running after what he did just 15 minutes ago?' Vivian thinks, bewildered. 'He must've gotten better really quickly. Like, REALLY quick.'

'Eh, whatever, I was worried he might walk over.' She did not want to talk to anyone.

She wanted to get into the safety of her own home as quickly as possible.

She wanted to prepare for the oncoming storm.

So she too made it home quickly.

Walking inside the mansion, her mother and a maid were there at the door.

They welcomed her in and took her stuff.

Then her father appeared at the top of the stair, with a pitch black article of clothing folded in his arms.

He walked down, "Hello my princess, how was your day today?" he said while hugging Vivian.

"Absolutely shit, I was worried all day."

"That was to be expected I guess." Dracula said, lightly chuckling.

"What do you have there?" Vivian asked, pointing to the folded clothes.

"This, this is to be the cloak you wear tonight." Mina said.

Dracula unfolded the black article, and sure enough it was a purely black cloak.

"Oh that's cool I guess." Vi said.

"Yes, speaking of which, go get undressed." Min said quickly.

"Oh, oka- wait, undressed?"

"Yes, undressed. You will ONLY be wearing this cloak." Mina replied. Viv looked at Dracula to see if this was in fact the case, to which he nodded.

"O-okay, fine." She started to leave before hearing a scream.

"Umm, what was that?" She asked.

"Oh, that is your first feeding." Dracula said like it was a completely normal thing.

"But Dad, I-" Viv started before he stared at her with so much force she felt like she had the wind knocked out of her.

"Look, would you rather die tonight. Because that is what will happen if you do not feed." Dracula said harshly.

Viv knew there was no other way, but the thought of hurting another human haunted her.

"Look, you are entering a new world here Vi, you're gonna have to make some changes. Anyways, hopefully this is the only one you need to kill ." Mina says.

"Wait, I have to kill him?!? And HOPEFULLY the only one?"

"Yeah, you need to kill him, take all his blood. But don't worry, he deserves it. He was going to die in prison yesterday anyways, we've given him another day." Mina said. That didn't help at all.

"And to address your second question, we don't know the protocol for a born vampire, let alone a royal born vampire. Being my daughter, we have no idea what you will need, but we will provide it all for you." Dracula said, hugging Vivian while draping the cloak over her. "Now hurry, it is almost time."

Vivian realized he was right, the sky outside the window was a dark orange. She ran to her room, completely undressing.

She returned with the robe on.

"Absolutely stunning." Mina said, proud of her little girl.

"Okay, let's do this." She said, mainly to herself.

They started walking in the house, to a door that Vivian had never entered, and had always been confused about.

"This is the basement, and to enter, you need to have my DNA." Dracula said to Vivian.

He pressed a hidden button on the wall, and a small prick came out of the wall. He lightly tapped his finger on the prick, which drew a small amount of blood from his finger.

The prick retracted into the wall, and Vivian could hear lots of machines turn on.

20 seconds later, the door opened.

In front of her lay a large staircase downwards. "On we go." Her father said, descending.

There were so many rooms, and it spanned the whole length of the mansion. Maybe even farther.

As they walked along, most of the doors were closed, but inside one was dark red walls, with some wood tools and what looked like restraints, and - the door was shut by a blushing Mina. "Uhmmm, that was supposed to be closed."

It took Vivian but a second to realize what that room was. "EWW, what the fuck! Thats the one room open, are you fucking kidding me guys?" Vivian proclaimed!

"You must realize how stressful this is for us!" Dracula said in his defense.

"So last night, your father took me down here and -"

"And I don't want to hear the rest of this! Can we just get a move on? I'm not exactly looking forward to this." She said, wanting to avoid any further trauma.

Then they reached the end of the hall. There was a big metal door. Next to it on the wall was a hand scanner, which Dracula placed his hand on. It did a quick scan, and then glowed green.

Vivian heard a loud unlocking sound, and Dracula swung open the door.

Inside was a small jail, with 6 cells. But in the middle was one central cell, which had a man strapped to a chair at his neck, arm, hand, everywhere you could think of.

"He must've screamed when the door opened to feed him earlier. Probably used all his power." Mina said with a blank yet clearly disturbed face. She opened the cell, and she and her husband walked in.

"This man is charged with sexually assaulting 23 women, killing 14 of them, escaping prison, and many more crimes. He was sentenced 3 years ago to die by the electric chair. But many people wanted him to suffer, so he was sent to our prison, one known for its ruthlessness. He was set to die yesterday. But now, he serves a greater purpose." Dracula states.

"Ohhhh, she's purtty." He said before being bitch-slapped by Mina.

'Okay, I feel a little less bad about killing him now.' Vivian thought while covering herself with the cloak.

"The transformation will happen any second now my child. Do not be worried, we will be with you, always." Dracula said, holding her.

Soon, bells rang in her ear.

Wilson made it home at 6:55, with plenty of time to spare.

As he walked in the door, his father was interestingly waiting for him.

"Why hello my son. Are you ready for your new life?" Lucas said proudly.

"I guess I don't have much of a choice now do I?" Wilson said.

"Nope!"

"No, you do not!"

Two voices that he recognized all too well, his brothers.

They were twins, Paul and Raul. P R. They were 5 years older than he was, and they were inseparable.

Anyone would admit that they were incredibly handsome, on top of looking like models for a sports magazine, their faces could be anywhere.

They were better than Wilson in every way, save the brain.

"Hello brothers."

"Hey rat."

"Hey wimp."

"What are they doing here?" Wilson asked his father.

"They wanted to come and watch." he replied.

"Yeah, we don't wanna miss the performance."

"Yeah, it's bound to be entertaining in at least some shape or form."

"What are they talking about? What happens when I transform, dad?"

"He hasn't told you yet?"

"He probably isn't ready to hear it."

Lucas looked at Wilson, "Son, it'll be extremely painful your first time." He started to walk toward their large backyard that led into the forest. Wilson followed him outside.

"First, what will happen is you will burst through your clothes, so I recommend putting on your least favorite outfit."

"Why am I gonna burst through my clothes?"

"You will grow about a fifth of a size."

"Oh that's not so ba-"

"I mean, however big you are now, you will grow by 20%."

"Oh... so I'll be.. 6' 6"... holy shit."

"And so will your muscles, despite you having none, it will grow. In addition, you will have fur grow all over, which will probably rip any remaining clothes."

"So when I turn back, I'll always be naked?" Wilson was terrified by this idea.

"The first time, yes, but after you learn to control it, you can keep your clothes at least in some pieces."

Now the occasional times that Wilson had seen members of his family with torn up clothes suddenly made a lot more sense.

"Well okay, then what will happen."

His father was silent for a minute.

"Dad?"

"You won't remember the night, so maybe it's best I don't tell you."

"Dad? What do you mean I won't remember it?"

"You'll likely wake up out here in the backyard naked, and not remember a single thing that happens once you transform."

"But what will happen?"

"You really do not wanna know. Anyways, it's getting close, I'd get ready if I was you." His father said, never turning to look at his son.

So that's what Wilson did, he went up and put on some old clothes, and met his father downstairs as the sun started to set.

"Good luck son." Those were the last words he heard, then a sharp pain ran through his back.