• A/N

    This story is about when Draculura first fed and how she became afraid of the sweet red plasma juice a.k.a. blood.

    I know some of the words I use are not created in this time period but just forget about that. (Also did you know the word Throat comes from an old German word meaning 'to push out' meaning only the front part of a man's neck where his Adam's apple pushed out. I didn't know that till the other day, I didn't much care…but it's still interesting what you learn when you read.)

    Monster High Fan Fiction

    She's Got Fangs…but No Bite

    (A One Shot)

    "Aaahhh!"

    Dracula, my dad, ran in having been alarmed by my scream. "Draculura vhat's vrong?" He asked in a rush.

    "Oh, my gosh! Aren't these dresses fabulous?" I said holding out the red and purple silk assembles.

    Dad let out a deep breath and straightened himself out. "Draculura you shouldn't shout like that; I thought you vere in danger." At that I flashed a one side fanged smile touching my cheek with my index finger and tilting my head.

    "Me? In danger?" I laughed and snapped once at him with my fangs out. He left the room and I continued to rifle through my new closet of wondrous delights.

    I didn't really like not having a memory of my sixteen years of life before now. But with tidings such as these who'd care?

    My room was a dreary shade of black when I'd arrived. It had on plush bed with many draping curtains framing it. That was just for show my real bed was a comfy, but dark coffin in the corner of my room. Now I'd changed the color of my room so many times, it'd been yellow for a day. I decided I didn't really like having everything so bright, though I did like the cheeriness of it all. I hadn't liked blue because it was too depressing, and although purple was fabulous it didn't seem right.

    Currently it was red. I really liked this color. It seemed like I was hitting close to base with this one. (Glad I didn't try green, it probably would have made me feel woozy.) It was really lovely, but it wasn't quite right…

    I walked over to my bow shaped wooden carved table set in from of the lounge and picked up the pink wine glass. I took a sip of the pre-harvested blood. Something in the metallic copper sugar tasted wrong to me. I didn't know why…

    I placed my hand on my hips and looked squarely at my closet. It was in desperate need of reorganizing. Out of all the clothes in it only three I would ever consider wearing. Everything else was black and too…doom and gloom. They were all picked out by my dad who could really use some color in his style. The only colored assembles were the things I'd requested be made.

    Count Fabulous flew up and landed on my arm. My dad had gotten me him for a surprise the other day and he was absolutely adorable. I put ribbons around his neck so he could accessorize and he loved it!

    "Count Fabulous what do you think?" I said to the bat looking at the three dresses I'd hung on my closet door hooks. "Which one should I wear to my first hunt? It's very important you know."

    He flew up and landed on the hook of the frilly flowing white lace gown I'd found in a box at the back of my closet. "This one, you sure? Alright." I said stepping forward and reaching out to touch the fine fabric of the dress and stroke the silver buttons lining the center from bust to waist.

    When I'd found the dress it had been in a box so covered in dust it couldn't have been touched in years. The box was old and looked fancy. It had had a tag on it that was addressed to Mina. Since I could tell that whomever this had been intended for wasn't getting it I had decided to take it for my own. I went over to the mirror and tried it on. It fell over me like a glove. It stood out against my dark hair and made my eerily wine-like red eyes appear foreign and beautiful all the same. My bangs feel just above my long thick eyelashes. When I moved the dress flowed behind me not like a dress but like an extension of me. Like my shadow would. It almost looked like it had been made for me. "It's perfect!" I exclaimed.

    I ran into my room where dozens of shoes littered the floor. I grabbed a pair of silver slippers that would match the silver roses that lined the waist line of the dress. As I sat on the red blanket covering the bed the red fabric color reflected off the candle light onto the white dress making a pink shadow appear on the skirt.

    I thought for a moment. PINK! That was the color I needed my room to be! It was perfect. I don't know why I hadn't thought of it before!

    It had just become dark outside so I through open my red velvet curtains and looked out at the moon. It was full tonight in the clear skin. A perfect night for my first night to hunt, except for the moon had a red glow about it. Blood on the moon, a bad sign of things to come. I only hope that didn't mean for me.

    I left my room to go find father so that we might head out but when I found him and he turned to greet me his light expression fell into a face far from happy…

    "Vhy are you vearing that dress…?" Daddy said in a deep and angry voice that chilled my bones to the marrow.

    "I…I just found it and thought I…" I stuttered. I had angered him somehow. My whole world…

    "You shouldn't have touched that dress! Vho told you…?" I began to sniffle and my eyes filled to the point the tears nearly fell over the brim. "Oh, sweetheart, don't cry…" He came over and pulled me into a hug, brushing the hair out of my face. "I didn't mean to yell at you I just…you can have the dress…" I wiped my eyes on the long tailored sleeves that stretched out over my hand with a ring that attached to my middle finger.

    "I'm sorry I upset you daddy…" I said looking up from the cherry wood floors into his eyes.

    "I'm sorry I got so upset." He said rubbing his palm along my cheek. He placed a kiss on the crown of my head and then pulled away to grab his jacket off the coat rack.

    "If you're ready to go we can leave." I shook my head and we were gone.

    When we got to the nearest village in Transylvania we looked out at the people. Among them were a group of cute boys who were about my age. "Them," I whispered. "I want them." Father nodded and then we went in. I was told I would have to lure one of the boys away.

    Father said he could help me but that he couldn't do anything for me; that I had to do it on my own. I walked out and caught the eye of a boy with long shaggy brown hair and hazel green eyes. I giggled and ran off. He was mesmerized and followed. I ran out into the woods far enough away so that no one would see us by chance.

    "Fair maiden? Where arrest thou hiding?" The boy called in a melodic voice. With a better look of him she could see he was very muscular and striking with a capitol gorgeous.

    I spun from behind the tree I was standing behind and walked up on him. He was practically drooling over me until he saw my eyes. They were a deep maroon red and glowing like the moon. "Wha…" He began before I my dad hypnotized him. I couldn't do it on my own yet so he had to do it for me. The boy stood there with no particular stance just zombie-like, with glazed over eyes.

    "Now when you bite him don't take too much or you could kill him. And make sure to seal the vound vhen you are done." Dad said his eyes glowing intently.

    "How will I know if I'm drinking too much?" I asked, slightly worried and nervous.

    "You can feel it in your gut when you are endangering your host's life." He said matter-of-factly.

    I took a deep breath and walked over to the boy and leaded his head to the side. He complied by leaning it completely over. I let my fangs slid out of my upper jaw. They were now sharper than any humans would be but they wouldn't fully extend without my consent.

    I leaned up, because the boy was measurably taller than I was and licked the place where I intended to bite, just to get the feel of it. I took another breath, being my first time I was so nervous.

    I sunk my teeth into his neck and a warm metallic taste filled my mouth and greeted my tongue. I sucked gently on his throat basking in the sweet taste of his blood. Out of my peripheral vision I saw movement. Someone had followed us! A boy, one of the ones who had been in the village with this one, scrambled trying to tear his eyes from the sight of me feeding so that he could run away. Dad saw him and at a pace faster than humans' comprehension he ran over, out of sight and must have been wiping the boy's memory or maybe feeding himself.

    When dad's attention was off the boy I was drinking on the boy stirred from his haze and began to pull away from me. He couldn't talk with my fangs in his throat but he could jerk and thrash around. As I continued to drink from him his movements became more sluggish and less forceful. I was killing him… I pulled back from him and he slumped in my arms. Blood pooled from the open holes in his neck soaking my dress quickly in the deep shade of blood.

    I needed to seal the wound. But how? Dad hadn't told me what to do. I was scared. The boy in my arms weighted so much, in my anxious state I couldn't concentrate. I sat down and the boy fell limply into my lap. Blood had turned his pale skin red. It soaked the ground around me making it wet and sticky. Everywhere my fingers touched more blood got on me. My white dress had no place where it was white now. The boy looked up to me and his eyes told me he knew he was going to die. I sat there in the eerie silence of the forest. One cricket chirped and then went silent. It was so quiet, but the silence was louder than if there had been sound.

    The boy opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, struggling to find words and then the light in them faded and his head lolled to one side and he was dead.

    I don't know how long I sat there in the pools of blood before my father came back for me. Shortly after he had died the rest of the blood in his body pumped out onto me and then dripped to an end as his heart had stopped beating.

    When my father found me my eyes were void of anything and I was just sitting there not a speck of emotion on my face stroking the hair of the boy who hadn't needed to die.

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    It was days after the incident and I still hadn't said anything. I hadn't slept and every time I closed my eyes I saw his face. I was still wearing the bloody gown. I was sitting limply on the large bench-like window sill watching the night roll on. Father got tired of me wearing the gown and had some servants take it off of me and put something else on me.

    He tried to get them to force me to drink something but I couldn't bring myself to. I'd rather let myself waste away… All I saw was his blood. His face and his eyes, then his death. They haunted me. I could still taste his blood on my tongue.

    Father knew this had scarred me. He had carried me from the woods leaving the boy's body on the forest floor where it had stayed, unless he had told someone about it, and taken me home. He came into my room now and I looked up at him with unshed tears in my eyes. I hadn't even known the boy but I knew I had killed him with my ignorance and it was entirely my fault.

    Father came over to me and placed his hand on my back. I closed my eyes turned toward the window to gaze at the starry sky through my eye lids. I vow never to drink blood again… I made this solemn promise deep in my heart, keeping it to the core.

    "It's the only way I guess…to make you see reason…" I heard father say from behind me. Then I blacked out of that moment, a bright light shadowing all my thoughts and memories.

    Dracula knew the only way to fix his beloved daughter of this tragic accident. I'll erase everything from Draculura's mind, so that it is all gone, up until just after she was given her pet bat Count Fabulous.

    As if it had all been a dream, a dream I couldn't remember, I stood up not knowing how I had gotten into the purple gown I was wearing. I turned to my father. "When did I put this on?" I asked him.

    "You put it on awhile ago. You vere just getting ready for your first hunt. It was tonight, have you forgotten?"

    At the mention of my first hunt something in my heart clenched. It told me not to go. That I didn't want to kill again. I didn't know why but this felt like I was experiencing dajavue. I had a deep feeling in my heart that told me I didn't want to do this, and I would follow my heart.

    While I had been processing my thoughts my face had voiced my actions I had thought were kept silent in my mind. I was shaking my head back and forth while backing away from father towards the window, almost like I was on the defense. My expression was scared. No, no, no, no, no… was all I said over and over again.

    He looked at me like he didn't believe what he was hearing. I don't want blood…it taste so much like the one who was lost… I didn't know what that meant…but I knew it meant something. I didn't understand what it was, but what I did understand was that I would follow it.

    A look crossed my father's face almost so fast I couldn't have been so sure it had been there at all. It had looked like he had come to some understanding.

    My father said if I truly didn't want to hunt that would be fine. He gave me a glass of O-positive and at first glance I felt woozy. I figured I could at least take a sip to humor my father and so I leaned my nose over it and at the smell my stomach lurched. It wasn't of bad taste, just as it wasn't of grotesque looks. But seeing it caused something in me to shudder and convulse. I felt faint I quickly handed the glass back to my father and sat down fanning myself.

    He accessed the situation and then left and came back with another glass filled with a liquid similar in color. I covered my mouth and nose to keep from smelling it and heaving.

    "Here," He said handing it out to me. "This should be better." I reached my hand out to clasp the beverage and pulled it to my nose cautiously. I sniffed…tomatoes?

    I looked up at him and he answered my unvoiced question that I had written all over my face. "Yes, it is tomato juice. Some vampires use it vhen they can't get a hold of blood for a vhile. It has some key vitamins you need so it could sate your thirst for blood as an alternative for of it." I lifted the glass to my lips gingerly, it was then I noticed now dry my throat was.

    I sipped tentatively at the liquid and then more so until I had chugged it all down leaving a light red ring around my mouth. "More please!"

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    Dear Diary, (Volume 1, Entry 1)

    I've adjusted to not drinking blood. It wasn't as hard as you might think. I had to drink other things besides tomato juice, like vitamins and such, to make sure I got the proper nourishment but it was okay with me.

    I still think about why I can't remember my past. What was I like? Was I nice or mean? What kind of things did I enjoy? I probably would never know.

    I do know that now I enjoy poetry and writing. I don't know why but a book feels me with a longing for something. Would it make sense to say it feels familiar to me? I just love holding a book in my hands, or a quill. And the sun is something I love. Now I know what you're thinking, This vamp has a death wish, but it's much simpler than that. If I sit in my coffin and leave the drapes open just a little then the rays of the sun trickle into my window and reflect off the mirror. They don't fly towards me but to the opposite wall. So I can look at the mirror and see the sun. It is so beautiful. I wrote this poem in its honor.

    Oh, how I dream, to bask in your rays.

    As I bask in the rays of the moon.

    A creature of night doth not praise,

    The beauty of the sun, but the moon.

    To look at you ahead I would meet my doom,

    A certain demise for I would fall.

    But still I dream, that I would you see,

    For you fill my heart with your call.

    The poem isn't much, but I still can't let my dad see it. I don't think he'd be pleased with it. He might would even be sad to see I'd written such a thing.

    I walked outside the other day. In the day time. Obviously it didn't scorch me to ash because I'm telling you this. That is because I didn't step out into the light. If you're confused then think about it. How do people protect themselves from the harmful rays of the sun or from rain…they walk under an umbrella! I have the cutest pink umbrella with hearts on it.

    Yesterday dad saw me going outside. When I climbed out of my coffin I'd somehow made a big enough ruckus to stir him awake. When he'd seen me he'd asked what I was doing. What I told him he was upset, asking me why I would do something so suicidal. I explained to him it was okay but he didn't listen. So after he'd went back to bed I snuck out and had a nice walk any way. When I got back he was waiting for me at the foot of the stairs. He had shook his head at me and told me how dangerous it was for me to go outside. I explained I just needed to go. It would kill me more staying inside this dark manor then it would going out into direct sunlight. He'd said then I was allowed to go out on occasion if I wanted.

    He hired a nanny for me. I told him I was too old for such things but he said if I was going to go outside during the day I would need to be supervised. He thought he could break me, but I fooled him. I made best friend charm bracelets for her and I. He eventually fired her seeing as I wasn't going to give up.

    At the thought of best friend bracelets my heart gave a hic and it made me cry. I don't understand why but it did. Did that have something to do with my past?

    Some things about being a vampire that I believe no matter how used to them I get they still will aggravate me. Like looking into mirrors. The first few times when I'd gazed into a reflective surface and had no one looking out back at me I was startled. After a while I got used to it but that doesn't mean I like not being able to fix my hair without a mirror or apply makeup. My makeup had been so bad the other day that I had caused father to go into a hysterically frightful fit of laughter that had lasted till the next day. I practiced putting on makeup for a week before anyone saw my face with the stuff. Father says he'll have Helga, our new maid, do it for me for the family painting. Just to be on the safe side.

    While I was in my room earlier today father had called me Lala. When he first said it he sounded like he wanted to call me something else like Lure or Lulu or something. It was weird, and different. It sounded so familiar but I couldn't place that I'd been called that before. It made me feel normal (ish). After he'd called me Lala it stuck on me like glue to paper. I wrote it a million times on the previous page of this journal. Though I can't place where it came from, I like it; so, I plan to go by that as a nick name. Lala, it has a nice ring to it!

    With lots of love,

    Draculura, Lala the Vegan Vampire vv 3

    A/N

    I like how Lala thinks she is in control of her life when really it is everyone else who is in control. It really…sucks. XOXOvv

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