A Better Vampire Romance than Twilight

Chapter 2

The air was crisp and chilled like a sack of frozen peas, devoid of moisture that often chapped the lips and skin of monsters everywhere, especially those that were more reliant on water. What little moisture there was in the air was locked up nice and tight in the form of soft, crystal snow flakes that gently sprinkled down from the gloomy, gray clouds overhead that blocked out the warming rays of the sun.

Like an army they descended down from the sky and took root upon the ground, piling themselves up into gigantic hordes and crowds from which they might begin their assault from a myriad of places. The tops of roofs were covered in layers of frost intricately stylized into awe-inspiring patterns by swarms of frost fairies. Trees that were once brown and bare and clawed desperately at the sky for the life giving rays of the sun were now covered in fluffy, cotton ball wigs from which jagged icicles hung down like the threatening maw of a hungry dragon – minus the fire of course.

The streets of New Salem were filled with slush from the snow plows that ruthlessly shoved their way through the snow clogged streets and left trails of discarded sand in their wake in an effort to create some sort of traction for the steady stream of traffic from the neighboring towns and suburbs to travel through and keep everything in working order.

Indeed, Draculaura was quite glad that she was inside the comfortable warmth of Monster High's hallways listening to the latest hit by Dead Fearan and not out in the frigid air where the wind would turn her cheeks a rosy cardinal and make her nose go numb in the sub-zero temperatures.

"Ghoul, you know I want your love, your love was handmade for somebody like me."

"Come on now, follow my lead. I may be crazy, don't mind me."

"Say, boo, let's not talk too much, grab on my waist and put that body on me."

The Daughter of Dracula found herself humming along to the almost monotonic voice and catchy rhythm while she rummaged through her locker. At the insistence of her ghoul friends, she was using the good hour or so before classes to clean out the contents of her locker and figure out what she absolutely needed and what she could stand to leave at home or throw away; try as she might, it wasn't an easy task and not one she was making much headway on.

Draculaura gave a sigh as she dumped her Biteology and Ghoulish Literature textbooks into a pile of items that deemed necessary to keep in her private sanctuary at school. She really wished that her beastie was her by her side to help her with the task of cleaning out of her locker – more like nitpick about the vampire's choices in what needed to stay and what could go – but she new that it was merely wishful thinking. Clawdeen Wolf had moved away a little over a month ago and was never coming back if what the emails she had sent her said were true.

According to the few emails she had managed to get, Clawdeen and her family had moved clear across the country all the way to Boo York City, it turned out, and the werewolf actually seemed to be enjoying herself. Her parents worked at a high end restaurant and received enough adequate pay to move into an upscale apartment that offered a view of Entrail Park from the rooftop that was absolutely gore-geous at night. Clawdeen had actually dropped out of high school to pursue her dream as a fashion designer and had started a moderately successful, online business that was gaining a reputation, her younger sister had managed to strike it out big time and risen to the top of the popularity charts that she had always striven for at her new school, and her older brother . . .

The vegan vampire felt a sad smile cross her lips when she found a familiar photo buried deep within the depths of her locker. It was a picture of the day her father had given her a brand new Volts-wagen Beetle convertible for her sweet sixteen-hundredth birthday. The engine was a 2.0 L 4-cylinder – at least that was what Chamomile Jacksons told her the last time the car got a tune up and oil change – and after a few adjustments from the reptilian monster, it purred like a kitten whenever she teased the gas pedal. It was naturally colored her two favorite colors – pink and black, of course – and offered a variety of other features as well, such as surround sound speakers, a rear-view camera to help her in tight parking situations, anti-lock breaks, among others.