As the daughter of Dracula, you would think I’d be born the perfect monster.
You couldn’t be more wrong.
As far as monsters go, I’m a screw up—if I’m not tripping over my own feet, I’m accidentally murdering someone (it’s a real issue, guys).
Left with no choice, Dad decides to send me to Prodigium—otherwise known as Monster Academy—to train me on how to be a better monster.
When bodies turn up on campus, I’m the prime suspect (not that I can blame them. I’ll be pretty suspicious too if bodies drained of blood show up right after Dracula’s daughter arrives).
With the help of my mortal-nemesis Vin, Van Helsing’s son
Frankie, Frankenstein’s son
Mason, Medusa’s son
And Jack (sometimes Hux), Dr. Jekyll’s son
I might have a chance of uncovering the truth.
If I’m not murdered first.
The struggles of being a vampire, am I right?
I turn, heart hammering, to see a young man sitting beneath a tree. Thick, black glasses accentuate the cerulean eyes gazing back at me framed by long lashes. He scratches absently at his nose, pushing a strand of unruly dark hair away in the process.
He’s beautiful. I know it’s a strange thing to say about a guy, but he has beautiful, delicate features. Almost feminine.
When he meets my gaze, his cheeks burn hotly, and he ducks his head. After a moment, he glances back up at me through his fringe of lashes, a tentative smile playing on his full lips.
“What’s the Roaring?” I inquire, moving a step closer. He scrubs again at his nose, hitting the edge of his glasses, before dropping his hand into his lap.
“It’s a game us monsters play.” He pauses, picking at the skin on his wrist. He doesn’t even seem to realize he’s doing it, the gesture reflexive. “Are you new?”
“You could say that.” Before I can stop myself—because, really, when have I ever cared about personal space?—I sit cross legged in front of him. He gulps, instinctively shifting away as if my female cooties are contagious.
Hell, for all I know, they might be.
There’s a reason us girls bleed out of our vaginas: to warn away monsters. Show them how badass and deadly we can be.
Oh, your cock shoots out cum. How quaint. My pussy? Yeah. We have blood, motherfuckers.
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