The Chronicles of a Teenage Vampire (Book One): Michelangelo, Teenage Vampire

The Party

   Teryen's beautiful white mansion was packed as Michelangelo and Jennifer walked in dressed as a vampire couple along with Carlos and Margret dressed as a teen werewolf using his real powers to look like a realistic half werewolf with Margret dressed as a teen witch with black and purple hair and a sexy but not revealing black outfit.

    Teryen was dancing upstairs in a pink princess costume while looking at people in their costumes. She stopped dancing when she noticed Michael and Carlos walking in. She ran downstairs and zoomed between him and Jennifer.

    "Ooh, a vampire!" Teryen said in amazement. She then tapped and rubbed his real fangs to check their authenticity. "Oh wow! They feel so real! It's like you're a real vampire!"

    "Little does she know..." Margret whispered to Jennifer. They giggled to each other low.

    "You can bite me anytime, Michael!" Teryen said seductively to him.

    "I'll remember that." Michael said with a low growl.

    "Ooh, a teen wolf!" Teryen marveled over Carlos' "costume." She rubbed her hand over his fur and felt his claws. "Tonight is a full moon Halloween. You gonna lose control?"

    "Maybe... maybe not," Carlos answered. "Why?"

    "Because, if you lose control, don't lose it on that ugly witch!" Teryen said and pointed to Margret. "Lose control on me! I'm able, willing, and ready to become your werewolf bride."

    "Or my dinner," Carlos muttered and joked to himself under his breath as Teryen walked away.

    "I can't stand that rich brat!" Margret said as she went back to Carlos. "Ugly witch?! If I had real witch powers, I'd turn her into an ugly frog!"

    "Well, don't worry about her," Carlos said to her before giving her a kiss on her cheek. "Just worry about dancing with your friends and having fun! Don't let her spoil it."

    "Okay, Carlos," Margret agreed and started dancing with Carlos with Jennifer and Michelangelo dancing beside them.

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    "Hey, I'm getting a little thirsty. Do you mind getting me some punch?" Jennifer asked Michael.

    "No problem, my vampire bride." Michael said in a Transylvanian accent before heading to the punch table.

    Michael went to the table and moved slowly to get a cup. As he reached for a cup, someone else had reached for the same time. Their hands touched each other's as if they were an official couple.

    "I'm sorry, miss!" Michael kindly said to the girl.

    "It's no problem," She said as she rubbed her hand that Michael touched. "It's more than what we used to do."

    "Excuse me?!" Michael asked with a confused look.

    "Oh, come on!" The girl said. "Don't let my new hairstyle confuse you Prince Michelangelo!"

    Michael stood and slowly opened his mouth in shock.

    "Katrina?!" He asked in shock.

    "In the flesh, once again, my little vampire!" The girl said with a giggle and tapped Michael on the nose with her index finger playfully.