Mona entered the school. The grounds were fairly empty. Students walked all about. Some were wearing the official school uniform already. She was wearing her old school clothes. The teachers were talking in the courtyard. She saw students with fangs drinking from a nearby fountain. The water was stained red with blood specks. She drank from the water fountain. It tasted perfect. But the water was for all students. She had her water bottle as well. She drank from it. She filled it up at the water fountain. Now she was ready to enter the school building.

As she started to make her way to the entrance ceremony at the end of the hallway where the silver gates painted white and the school gymnasium were located, she talked to fellow students about their dispositions. They told her the school was very old. It was built over 1600 years before the present year. Mona was talking to a school girl when a boy ran by her. The school principal, Mr. Wiscoff, tore him from the crowd and dragged him into his office. The boy returned soon after with the same tenacity. He was no longer being so fleet footed. But he didn't look any worse for the wear. Mona tried to talk to him. He was placing his school bag into his locker, number 234, out in the open in front of the janitor's closet. She was twirling her finger in the air, mocking him. He told her he was hard of hearing, and asked her to help him. She removed her finger from the air and began to stuff his bag into his locker for him. He used her help to slam it in there. The locker door slammed closed. He told her with a bow and a distinguished mannerism so shocking to her that she had to return it quickly or be found out as a human girl, that was just entering her first year of high school, to be lacking in certain aspects of her auspicious audacity. He left her with a finger in the air. He told her his name. It was Dylan Desmond Esmondere, XXIV. She was wearing a pleated skirt. He told her it looked nice. He was trying to feel his neck. He noticed some blood on it. Derek Manderlaine Ipsomcroft, III leapt down from the ceiling. He was scratching the back of his neck. The principal dragged him into his office as well. He returned to the pair bubbling about soon afterwards. He seemed to be a bit eager to tell the details he should be honestly a bit less boastful about, Mona thought. Dylan Desmond Esmondere, XXIV was talking to Derek Manderlaine Ipsomcroft, III. Chance Bethory Marcustwine, III arrived to the group chatting away in the school hallway and gathered the party to become his honest entourage before it entered the school gymnasium. Chairs were strewn all about. Mona picked one. She sat down and began to feel quite relaxed. The opening ceremony began. The school principal was chattering away. His suit was quite old, Mona assumed. He was wearing a brown suit with a red sash tied around his waist. Mona was wearing her old school uniform. The other girls were wearing this and that. Some had loafers on, and others had their school uniforms on already. They must have parents with connections, Mona thought to herself. The girl to her right, Paula, was already reading her welcome pamphlet. She was raising her right hand to ask a question. The principal and Paula bowed to the gathered crowd. She had Mona's hands in hers in no time flat. She told Mona she must come to the teachers lounge immediately. There, she gave Mona her sash. It was for the school disciplinary committee. She was wearing it around her waist, over one shoulder, and around her hip. It was red, with the schools name and the units formation title on its front. The back was clean of any real embellishment. Paula told Mona she was now perfect. She told the boys to back off. She was a vampire too. Mona was a human female. She was only just awakening to the new school year. They were all in the disciplinary committee. The five friends became the most popular in no time flat. Mona and the others were at the front gate every morning ushering school students into the high school. They were checked for indecent markings, or even blood soaked hands. They must wash them before entering the school proper. They had a drinking fountain nearby. Mona helped one student, a male, wash his hands with her water bottle. She filled it up in the same school fountain and ushered him into the school. He bowed to her and ran away into the school, but the principal stopped him. He told the young male to walk slowly, not run, and he clapped away as the school student tried his best to follow in the schools rigorous demands. He was brought to a classroom by Mona. Paula opened the door for him. He was let into the school classroom. He opened his books and read the first paragraph. The class was Archaeology. Mona was in this class as well. She read her book to the teacher. She said Mona was correct. The other students were called on to recite their examples of the text. Mona learned about a sarcophagi named the Ipsalaneum Voltair that was coming to the museum soon. She and the students, along with the faculty and the staff from Vatican Starlight High School, were astonished that the mummy inside was well preserved. It was the mummy of Pharaoh Mutenkhamen III. He had died of unknown causes. He had two bite marks on his neck. Obviously, he was bitten by a vampire. But then why didn't he become one himself? Derek Manderlaine Ipsomcroft, III scratched his neck. He told Mona only certain people caught poryphia. It was the disease that turned you into a vampire, so to speak. It was vampirism itself. He told her he had caught it as well. They all showed her their bite marks. They had all been bitten by a werewolf. He was in the group with them. His name was Chance Bethory Marcustwine, III. He was actually a werewolf. He was not a vampire, nor a human. He had long fangs, but he was immune to thirst, hunger, and needing to hide in the shade during the daylight hours. Vampires had to avoid the sunlight. It could damage their skin. Derek Manderlaine Ipsomcroft, III scratched his neck. He had his bite marks on his eyelids, and on his neck, chest and abdomen as well. He even had several on his chin. He told Mona he preferred to sleep with his eyes closed now. He was trying to drink Chance Bethory Marcustwine, III's blood one night, when he woke up and they said it was quite obvious. Chance Bethory Marcustwine, III told them he was getting some shut eye. He had several bite marks himself. They squared off and the principal was talking to Paula. Mona butt in. She told them about the fight going off in the other room. The principal stopped the boys and Paula reprimanded them for their foolhardiness. They were just boys, Mona said. Paula agreed. The principal said they must cut it out immediately. The other school clans were beaming with interest. Paula told them the fight was off. Mona was showing them the school ledger that said the Pharaoh was actually the mummy on the right. The other one was his wife, Chathory, who was actually still alive. She was just asleep. Her fever had kept her from being dissolved in acid one day. They had her mummified and entombed with her husband. Mona said it was a saucy turn of events. The murderer was his own wife, the beautiful priestess Elizabeth Bathory herself! She had turned in her own soul for a taste of his flesh. The other students were opulent and friendly. They gifted her jewels and even some rings of gold. Her flesh was bright white as if a porcelain stone statue of unearthed greed and deluxe heritage. The male students and the female students were fawning over her. The principal was teaching a class. It was on medicine. He was a physician. Along with Siegfried Van Helsing, III who was his cousin-in-law, he had dissected vampires and mice to find out why poryphia took their blood pressure so low. It was because the platelets no longer formed. They had to be careful. A vampire could die of stroke much easier than a human could, or a werewolf for that matter. Chance Bethory Marcustwine, III told the principal this was correct. His blood was a fusion of both human blood, and vampire blood. He could run much faster than the others. But his flesh was bright white as well. He let Mona's wrist go. She was in much pain. He had fractured it. He apologized to her and carried her to the bed in the doctor's office. He did not realize she was so weak. He thought humans and vampires were the same as he was. He could not feel enough pain for her. She told him he was pathetic. He agreed with her. Chance Bethory Marcustwine, III and Derek Manderlaine Ipsomcroft, III walked to class together. They broke out into a fight. The principal had them both separated. They were fighting all throughout class. Derek Manderlaine Ipsomcroft, III tried to get Chance Bethory Marcustwine, III expelled. He told the teacher Chance Bethory Marcustwine, III was throwing things at him. They were his stuff. Chance Bethory Marcustwine, III had stolen some items from Derek Manderlaine Ipsomcroft, III last night. He was in a trance. He goes through these sometimes with himself, he said. But he begged for forgiveness from Chance Bethory Marcustwine, III. Chance apologized to him, but said if he ever wants to feign ignorance over his own pathetic circumstances, to be his guest. The two boys left the classroom with Mona, Paula and their other friend, Dylan Desmond Esmondere, XXIV. The Esmondere household was old and legendary. They were popular to be heads of the table. They served her steak and warmed up beef pot roast. They drank blood. She ate the meal and it was covered in more than she could handle. They were trying to get Chance Bethory Marcustwine, III to tell them where his parents kept the good stuff at. He shared it with them. It was in the air and in the glasses of the four friends in a moment so fortunate that Mona felt the sunrise hit her skin. She was playing volleyball in the school gymnasium as the boys watched. Paula was with them. She took charge of her disciplinary duties and they helped a student out with their small request. He had lost his pet mouse. Randall, the mouse, was in a school students mouth. He was returned to Bragadon. Bragadon was a first year student as well. He told the disciplinary members he would remember them fondly. He was from another rich household of well-to-do members. They had Mona over for dinner later that evening. The other boys and Mona cheered in the gallery as Bragadon's father pampered them with stories from his life. He was telling them about the war long ago when his phone went off. He had to return to the working world for just a moment. Bragadon appeased his friends with a story from his own travels. He had seventeen thousand years ago stopped a train in the desert. It was carrying amulets with the blood of an ancient sea dragon. He drank them all. He was now stained blue in some spots. It was delicious, he told the gathered partygoers. He said he had become quite ill one night ago and found the sea dragon had died. It was no longer alive, by the way. He found its children tasty as well. Mona was wiping his cheeks. The blood from the ceiling fan was wetting his mouth. He was drinking it in an instant. It was from up above. The chefs were cooking for Mona. They were making sea dragon soup. It was delicious. It gave her a bloody nose. It was gone the morning after. The sea dragons were brought in to the classroom. Students pet them and they were ferocious in sport and in spirit. The principal was in his office when Mona delivered the paperwork to him.

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Author's Note:

This is a light novel. It details a girls life at school. She went to a school in a dress. And now she and her story are told.