• Monster High Fan Fiction

    A Bloody Mess

    New York, Late 1980's

    It was hours after dark, and I was on the hunt.

    The girls' restroom smelled like hand soap and mop water. The blue-green tile was scuffed but clean, well, as clean as a bathroom floor could be. The girl who I'd gotten to take me in here was almost my height. She had brown hair she had teased in a manner that looked like a French poodle. It was pulled back with an electric blue head band that went with the spandex top and mini skirt she was wearing.

    She threw me back against the stall and locked the door. She pressed her lips to mine but all I felt was the cold metal pressing into the black leather of my jacket. I sucked in a deep breath. I would be forever twenty-one, and the girl in front of me was ticking closer to death every second, those seconds weren't all from time passing by.

    Lola, I believe her name was, wound her fingers in my hair and pulled me deeper into her kiss. She tasted like cheap alcohol and drugs. Her eyes were slightly blood-shot and her pupils weren't dilating correctly in the dim, yet bright, nearly hospital-like lights. Her teeth lightly scraped mine and I felt her tongue sweep into my mouth and I loosely wound my arms around her waist. I felt her leg hike up to rest on my hip.

    Against her thin, but soft, lips I retracted my fangs. She pulled back when they nipped her and a single droplet of crimson swelled up on her bottom lip. I must have been a sight with my fangs extended fully and my eyes glowing red. The acid my body naturally makes to eliminate foreign substances had finally kicked in, dissolving my sky blue contacts to reveal the electric maroon colored irises.

    A silent scream escaped her as I compelled her to be quiet. I grabbed her shoulders and as my mind took hold of hers a sense of useless drivel slurred away from her lips to nothing. She stilled and her heart slowed to a rhythm that was nearly dangerous. I sank my teeth into the soft flesh of her jugular and drank. It was just blood. I would like to say it was sweet, or intoxicating from the blood-alcohol levels, but it wasn't. It was just dinner.

    I'd be happier to say she tasted of honeysuckles and strawberries, but that'd be just wishful thinking; and a lie.

    The perfume she was wearing along with the sound of John Lennon pounded into my temples ameliorating my senses. With my awareness heightened everything was all too clear, all too loud. I could hear every conversation the people in the bar were having. I took a long slurp of the girl's blood in a slow swallow. It was time for me to stop if I wanted to spare the girl's life.

    From the corner of my eye, through the girl's hair, I saw writing on the stall wall in black marker ink: Love is like a blossoming flower, it's beautiful while it last. Who writes this kind of stuff on the wall of a bathroom anyway?

    I took another swallow of Lola but the metallic copper was wearing thin and soon she was dry. I half carried half drug her out of the stall, partly from indifference, but mostly from plain I-don't-care. I leaned her against the wall and tilted her head just so. I closed her eyes and reached for the door handle but stopped and turned around.

    I walked over to the stall with the writing on it and pulled a pen out of my pocket to write: but like all flowers it eventually dies.

    I turned on my heel and walked out of the ladies lavatory. The bar had a thin layer of smoke that drifted at the ceiling. It was really warm in here but felt comfortable as well because of my natural cold temperature. The bar was made of polished wood with napkin holders at integers all around it. The black and white checkered floors were scuffed but newly mopped; some places still had signs up to warn you of slipping. No one saw me as I passed the few tables nearest the door. With an adjustment of my coat collar I walked out of the bar to my temporary apartment to await sunup.

    ...

    It was the night after and again I was in need of sustenance to prolong my ravenous hunger. I was at my apartment. The walls were a navy blue and the flooring was wooden panels. It had black curtains than framed the large windows. The entire place was done up to look fancy but just came off as tacky to me.

    I was wearing my black jeans and no shirt. I had a guest over, and she was very interested in me. I don't think she completely grasped the concept that she was dinner. They never do, but that's why it's so easy to lure them here to my web. Naïve little flies.

    The girl, Leila, was standing by my book shelf trying to set herself with a sense of aplomb as she trifled through my record collection. I walked over to the small balcony that looked over the buildings like if it were on top of the world. It glanced over the sleeping people, too the bright lights, and out toward the moon. It's rare to see the moon in the city skies sometimes.

    Leila was about nineteen with curly dirty blond hair and was the epitome of a bombastic teenage Barbie. She was decked out in all pink from head to polished toe. Her heels were as tall as her dress was short. I only liked her because of her name; nothing else about her was my style.

    "You have a pretty nice collection here. At least, I'm impressed." She said with an innuendo in her voice. She picked up one of my newer records and was glancing casually at the writing on the back.

    "If you think that is something you should see my book collection." I had a very wonderful collection of stories. It's one that would be sure to impress a certain girl I know...knew.

    She snorted. "I don't read, that's for freakazoids." She glanced over her exposed shoulder at me under her eyelashes with an amused smirk on her face.

    "Smart people read." I said in a voice that was conversational but laced with challenge.

    "Well if you're smart," She said setting down one of my records and sashaying over to me to lace her arms around my neck. "You'll stop talking." She planted a tangy flavored kiss on my lips. I had to suppress the urge to push her away roughly and opted for a gentle shove. It was times like this I wondered why I even pretended to care. Maybe it was because of Lura.

    "It's not really of my sanction to say," I said. "But didn't your mother ever say to you not talk to strangers; or in the least not to follow them home?"

    She let out a high pitched, hardy laugh that make my heart hitch at a memory so distant from the one I was in. "I would never tell my mother about something like this."

    Her hands roved over my bare chest and tugged at the button of my pants. I reached down and grabbed her hands; I honestly wasn't in the mood for meaningless actions with a trollop like this.

    "What's the matter with you?" She asked in a matter of tone used to inveigh her opinion of my refusal.

    "It's something to deep, and too personal, for you to understand." I replied. I turned from Leila to look towards the curtain blowing in the wind dancing on the air of my apartment, hanging from the open window.

    Over the years I'd seen many things. I'd seen my love stripped from me. I'd seen when the Normies rejected the RADs and deemed us monsters. When really, they were the monsters for turning their backs on us. When their loyalty was tested, they failed and we paid the cost. I've watched from the side lines as countless wars were fault. As men were slain, and women and children were left to their own devices.

    If there is anything I've learned from watching the humans over the millennium, it's that it is so easy to become a monster. I'd never really given it much thought, but now I see. It's easier to give in and enjoy being a monster than it is denying my true nature.

    I spun around to face Leila who was surprised at my occult swiftness. "What are you doing?" She asked breathlessly.

    I retracted my fangs and grabbed her shoulders roughly. The moon light from the balcony trailed in to drape over my ghastly pale skin. It cast a menacing shadow over my face and dark eyes that must have been glowing red as a fiery pit.

    Leila struggled and tried to get away from my grasp. She was jerking and twisting violently in my grip. "No! Aaaahhhh! Let me go!"

    Her knee came up and hit my thigh because I moved over just a bit. I grabbed her wrist which were pushing me away and shoved her towards the wall with more force than was needed. She hit with a loud thump and slid to the floor. Her hand went up to her temple and she shook her head and tried to push herself up off the floor. She stumbled and fell back down against the wall. She opened her eyes and a look crossed her like she knew she had infringed on some crazy scene and needed to get out.

    She pushed up against the wall and slid along it with caution. She looked at me like someone would a wild animal, or a rabid dog. Leila glanced towards the door far away on the opposite wall. She ducked by me on the right towards the door but I grabbed her arm and swung around into mine.

    "Look, I don't...I don't know what you are...I won't tell anyone I swear..." I shook my head.

    "Vat doesn't feed my thirst..." I growled with a fierce rumble from my chest. (The fangs were messing with my speech.) She let out a sob, almost like a whimper.

    I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled back her head exposing the pale flesh of her throat. I sank my teeth deep into her neck and closed my eyes. I heard a scream rip through the air from her lungs vibrating through her throat under my teeth. It tasted nice.

    Sometimes I need the harsh reminder that I am a monster.

    Her body shook violently as if she was going into shock. She couldn't struggle because of the pain. I held her rigorously enough that she couldn't get away in a sudden burst and cause me to rip out her throat. I took a long swallow and contemplated compelling her to shut up. But when it came down to it, I wanted to hear her scream, needed it. No one in this city would falter at the sound of a women screaming, it was to common place. The sound that erupted from Leila bounced off the walls of the building and echoed like a thousand booming sounds. When Leila stopped screaming it was deathly quiet and the only sounds I could hear were the slurping from my lips on her blood and her shallow breaths. She wasn't dead. I wouldn't kill her, yet.

    All vampires inherent a sense to stop drinking so as to not kill their host, mine hadn't kicked in yet but I stopped. The cool night air drifted in and silence took over.

    ...

    Hours later, I had lied down on the small pull down bed in the corner of the living room. Leila had come-to where I had lain her at the foot of the bed so she wouldn't wake and start screaming. She looked at me with fearful eyes. It was hours before dusk and pitch black outside. Large clouds had rolled up to cover the moon taking away most of the light in my apartment and leaving only a faint glow.

    Leila crawled up over to me moving slowing like she didn't want to provoke me into attacking her again. I could feel her hand shaking when she curled up on my chest. I must have been quite a site. Blood was smeared around my face I was sure. I couldn't look in a mirror and check because only vampires of noble (the original vampires) blood could do that and have a reflection.

    When I looked down at my arms and chest I had blood streaked down them that had dried a rustic brown. Leila's hair was streaked with dried blood on the right side. Her neck was a rusted brown as was her pink dress.

    Her body was shaking as she looked up at me. I realized then even my fangs were still out. With the fresh live-blood still running through my system my eyes were lights reflecting back at me through her scared eyes. "I...I...won't tell." She stammered. "I... I'll...I won't breathe a word of what happened." She paused. "I'll forget I ever saw you. Please let me go..."

    She was scared. I bet she was numb to from the blood loss. I sealed the wound but it would leave her feeling cold and empty until she got warm and gained some nourishment. This was something she would never forget, without help.

    I felt kind of bad for not permeating her thoughts and taking the edge off the bite I gave her while she was trying to cozy up to me to have me let her go. She was hoping to use her wits to get me to do so. I felt the weight of lassitude settle in around me from putting up with all of this. I reached my hand out to Leila and stroked her cheek gently with the back of it she had to suppress a flinch.

    "You won't tell." I whispered a gentle smile playing on my lips as I pushed the sticky wet hair away from sticking to her neck. She shook her head quickly yes once. "I gather you think that is all it will take to get you out of this, don't you?" She stared at me frozen from fear. I moved my hand up to caress the side of her face and trail by her ear. I wound my fingers into her hair and pulled her within inches of my face. "I can't take that chance, I'm sorry." I pulled her to me and placed a kiss on her forehead. I set a quiet shiver down her spine from that kiss to ease some of the tension in her. I didn't have the skills to erase her memory so I'd have to kill her.

    With a swift jerk I snapped her neck. It left a nasty sound in my mind, kind of like an after taste except it visits me at times in my sleep. I call those nightmares. I have nightmares when I see Lura as well. I see her and then I wake up, and she's gone. That's the most terrifying part. That dream keeps going even when I'm awake.

    I dumped her body in a dumpster down the street. They couldn't get my prints off her because I wasn't in the system. I wasn't a stranger in the felon world. I only committed murder when I did commit a crime. Never anything bad like stealing, unless you say taking a life is stealing then I'm a thief too.

    It had been almost sixteen hundred years I'd been alone. Dracula was pissing me off. He promised me I could marry Lura, and here I was still waiting. I promised her I would wait forever and I will, I just hope forever comes to an end faster than any natural death for me would.

    The Blood Fang Society gave me a visit about five or so decades ago. They tried to press me into joining their organization. I remember it well, almost like it was yesternight.

    ...

    "Why hello, Logan is it?" Ambrogio had said to me.

    I was walking on a sidewalk in Britain a few hours before sun up. He had popped up out of an alley way and surprised me.

    "Ambrogio, may I assume this isn't a personal visit?" I asked trying to cut to the chase. Ambrogio was the ex officio of The Blood Fang Society and only recruited people he was really interested in. Apparently I was one of them.

    "Yes, well I came to formally invite you to our association." He had smiled gingerly at me exposing a bit of fang. He was trying to instinctively tell me he was the dominant factor here. I sneered at him with a flash of fang that curled into a cocky smile.

    "We both know you aren't interested in me but what I can do for you." I said. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked him in the eye. I was taller than him by a few inches and it felt like I towered above him. "So, what is it I can do for you?"

    "Fine, if you want to cut corners." He said with the flick of his hand. "The word is you are betrothed to Dracula's sweet daughter...Draculura." He said letting her name roll off his tongue. "And that is something I could use to my advantage."

    "I believe I heard Dracula say he wanted nothing of you." I said adjusting my coat collar and walking on past him where he stood directly under the street light in the middle of the walk. "And I wouldn't want to make my future daddy-in-law unhappy."

    "So you're just saying no. You won't even think about it?" He asked throwing his arms up in the air.

    "Nope." I said.

    "What if Draculura joins?" He asked in a persuasive business man voice.

    "Then she can sign me up."

    ...

    Every night it scrapes at the sensitive part of the flesh under my skin. Seeing the moon and knowing it can gaze upon Lura every second it shines, and I can't. It looks out on all the world and sees her hair her eyes and knows where beauty came from. It hears her voice and knows what beauty sounds like. It then looks on me forlorn and solitary in my pathetic immortal existence. It laughs at me in my disgrace and misfortune. I had the girl I loved and lost her all the same, under the moon's prowling eyes.

    I raised my arms up to the skin, the heavens that no longer welcome me. "Why, why does the man on the moon laugh at me? He mocks me so from his perch in the sky, why?" I screamed from the balcony.

    I broke down to my knees and wept, as much as I'd like to admit otherwise. I left New York that night and I haven't been back since.

    A/N

    I'm sorry I haven't written many stories for all you fans-o'-mine, but I've been swamped with school and personal life. I have also discovered I have a skill for baking. Everyone who reads this should take one or a piece of my mind cupcakes. It has sin-o-men, wishful-thinking, and a sprinkle of crazy in it. (I added some purple rainbow food coloring for good measure, but if you're allergenic to insanity then beware!)

    I like how in this story you see how badly affected Logan is at being away from Lala and how obsessed he is with her. Also, I love how well he accepts being a predator, Rawr! vv

    If you read this you should be informed that only one chapter is left after this before this story will end, to pick up again with the sequel to The Trail de Nile Runs (once I finish that story that is). Luv you kits! Meow-Neko OUT!