Draculaura's Diaries & Logs

July 4th
Another great day to be alive...okay, technically, it's a great day to be undead, but it's still a great day and I'm going to enjoy it.

July 15th
It rained today, which means I didn't have to wear so much sunscreen when I went out for a walk. It's also nice for my garden. Mmmm...fresh tomatoes, carrots and lettuce. Count Fabulous loves it, too. Not the vegetables, but all the bugs they attract. It's like a bug buffet for a bat.

July 21st
Father "surprised" me by buying my school clothes this year. I love my father, but you'd think after 1,599 years, he'd realize there's more to fashion than whalebone corsets and black velvet-lined hooded capes. At least he left the tags on everything this year so I can return it all for something splashed with a little color. I really hope he didn't bite the clerks this time. That's so gross and embarrassing.

July 26th
We got new human neighbors today, which I thought was a little bit strange 'cause my father is kind of intimidating to humans...and monsters, too, actually, but it doesn't seem to bother Mrs. Jekyll and her son, Jackson Jekyll, who is my age. Well, I mean technically he's really not but we're going to be in the same class. When he gets moved in, I'm going to give him the entire lowdown on Monster High.

August 7th
I took a casketberry pie over to the Jekyll's today as a haunted housewarming gift and Jackson answered the door. Wow! He is scary cute and really sweet. I got bats in my stomach and ghost bumps just standing there talking to him. I don't know what it is, but there's something a little mysterious about him...I like it!

August 15th
Clawdeen Wolf came over yesterday. We were supposed to be going through my closets to collect some of my out of date fashions and give them away to Ghoul Will. It also gave me a chance to give some of them away to Clawdeen. She has a big family and I have almost 1600 years of clothing. It would be selfish of me not to share with my best friend. Clawdeen has a lot of pride though and so I had to combine the two. After we pulled out a bunch, we cranked the music and started trying outfits. We had such a good time that it woke Father up. What a grump! Anyway, I can't believe chain mail was ever in style. It's so 15th Century. Of course, Clawdeen looked fabulous in it.

August 17th
Jackson came over tonight to return my pie plate. Father got to the door before I could and totally went all Transylvania on him. "Good evening. Vat can I do for you?"

I was like "Oh, no!" but then Jackson asked to borrow a hammer 'cause he needed to drive a stake into something. It flustered my dad so much I think he turned a shade whiter. Then Jackson said "Gotcha!" and my dad regained his composure...barely. "Draculaura, you have a visitor!"

Later on, I heard Father muttering something about Jackson being more than he appears to be. I don't know about that, but he is sweet, funny, cute and not afraid of my father. Perfect!

August 23rd
I went to The Maul with Clawdeen Wolf today to exchange some of the new school clothes Father got me. We met Mrs. Stein and her new daughter Frankie while we were there. Frankie is going to be in our class at Monster High and her mother was taking her back-to-school shopping. Mrs. Stein is really, really sweet, but her fashion sense is...well, not really current. Anyway, we were able to rescue Frankie for a couple hours and show her the best of what this century's fashions had to offer. We had a great time and Frankie Stein is definitely built for fashion. I think Clawdeen might have even been a little jealous. I also suggested that Frankie should try out for the fearleading squad! She was really excited about that and I think we're all going to be great friends.

August 24th
Cleo de Nile was unhappy with me because I had to miss fearleading practice this morning. But Count Fabulous got another mothball and I had to take him to the vet. I scolded him for being such a pig, but he looked so miserable, I couldn't be mad at him for long. If he's not going to be a vegetarian, he should at least stick to eating something smaller, like gnats or mosquitoes.

August 25th
So my sweet 1600 birthday is coming up soon, which I'm really looking forward to, but it also means something I am not looking forward to and that is having The Talk with my father. We do this every year around my birthday and it usually bums me out for at least a couple days. The Talk goes like this: "Draculaura, I have been extremely tolerant of your keeping daytime hours, your friendship with that pack of mangy werewolves, and your insistence on being happy. But I believe it is imperative that you return to your roots and give up this ridiculous idea that a vampire can be a vegetarian. It is unnatural, unmonsterlike and I think it is time you return to what you once were." Then he stands there with his arms crossed, looking very serious.

I used to get mad and tell him that it was my life and I could choose to live it however I wanted to, which caused an even bigger fight, but then I started just giving him a kiss on the cheek and a big hug, which totally disarms him and he doesn't bring it up for another year. My father is the most scary cool monster ever and I know it's hard on him, but being my own monster makes me happy and I'm never going back to the way I used to be.

August 29th
Jackson Jekyll asked if I wanted to go for a walk with him today, which was totally creeperific until he asked me to bite him! I thought he was just kidding, but he was totally serious. When I asked him why, he said it was because he didn't want to be the only human at Monster High and that if he were a vampire, he would fit in and we could hang out. He was so sweet about it, but I told him why I became a vegetarian and how that meant I couldn't possibly bite him. I could tell he was disappointed, but I told him just because he was human didn't mean he wouldn't fit in or that we couldn't hang out. That seemed to make him feel a little better, but I don't think he's giving up on the idea of me biting him.

September 1st
I just finished working on a newsletter for V.A.M.P., which stands for Vampires Advocating Meatless Protein. I put in some recipes, a short story and some poetry. I think it's a great organization, although I'm the only member so far. I even gave a copy to Father, who circled some spelling errors and gave it back to me. Well, at least he read it close enough to find mistakes!

September 5th
Clawdeen Wolf's family always has an end of the summer boo-b-que and they always invite me even though in the past, our families haven't always gotten along, but since Clawdeen and I are, like, best monster friends forever, I always get invited. Of course, they are all, like, total carnivores so I usually bring my own food. At least they don't tease me..too much...about the tofu dogs and veggie burgers I bring. This year I invited Jackson Jekyll to go with me and I think he had a good time, although Clawdeen has a really big family and they can be pretty rowdy when they're all together.

September 6th
As much fun as I had at the cookout yesterday, it was still a sign that summer is ending and school is about to start. I mean, I don't dislike school and I love seeing all my friends every day, but there's nothing like summertime and the freedom of just being able to do whatever I want whenever I want to.

Volume one thousand five hundred and ninety-nine… and 7/8.
Note to self,

when looking for a midnight snack -

Do not open Dad's side of the fridge!

Honestly, I think some of his takeout has been in there for weeks.

15 September
I "broke up" with Jackson Jekyll today...not that we were ever really dating I mean officially, which would have been nice but every time he would ask me out he would totally pull the invisible boy act on me and not show up. Or call. The next day he was always very sweet and apologetic but he could never remember why he forgot our date. I guess the final nail in the coffin was when he didn't meet me at this party and I totally felt like a one tombstone graveyard. I ended up dancing with this scary hot DJ named Holt Hyde who acted like he knew me although I'm pretty sure that we hadn't met before. Jackson and I are still friends but sometimes that's just how the tombstone crumbles.

25 September
Went to the beach with Frankie, Clawdeen and Clawd to watch Lagoona surf. It was a beautiful day, which meant I had to break out the sunscreen although the stuff I have to use is more like sunwall. It's so thick it's like being coated in honey and it's like a sand magnet so I pretty much have to stay on a blanket the whole time or I end up looking like a sand sculpture. Oh well, it's worth the annoyance to get to spend the day at the beach.

30 September
I stayed up late reading a new novel about a forbidden romance between a werewolf girl and a vampire boy...like that would ever happen...but it's so sweet and tragic I couldn't put it down. Of course I slept through my alarm and was almost late for school, which meant my makeup was a mess because I couldn't take my time putting it on. Luckily, Ghoulia saw me before anyone else did and she helped me straighten it out so I didn't walk into my first class looking like an undead clown... not that there's anything wrong with that.

1 October
I took one of those quizzes to see what kind of creature I am - I think all the teen monster mags have them now - which seems kind of strange since like I already know. Anyway, the quiz had questions like: What is your favorite haunt? What is your favorite food? Would you rather be dead or undead? Do you run, shamble, fly or ooze? So after I answered all the questions I turned to the back to read:

Congratulations! You are a Woodland Nymph! You are kind, gentle and love sunshine and nature. You probably make your home in a tree where you enjoy the company of many woodland animals that you would never scare or eat.

I wonder if I should share this with father?

LOL...maybe not (smiley face with fangs)

7 October
Clawd and Spectra had a monster argument today and it created such a fuss that both of them got called into Headmistress Bloodgood's office. I don't think I've ever seen Clawd so angry or Spectra so self-righteous but neither of them would talk about it when they came out of HHB's office - not even to me! Clawdeen thinks it has something to do with Cleo and Clawd but I totally don't understand how she made that connection. Now Clawdeen is mad at Cleo. Again. This is really sad since it seemed like they were starting to actually tolerate each other.

12 October
I know a lot of monsters are not excited about having to write an essay on our monster heritage but I think it's creeperifically cool! First of all, I'm writing a screenplay about my un-life and I think this will really help the third act and secondly because it gives me the opportunity to set the record straight about a couple of things. Beginning with the fact that my father is much older than any monster realizes. I mean he was already a vampire back when togas were first considered fashionable... soooo glad father doesn't wear one anymore. Then there was that whole identity theft calamity that happened when we rented our castle in Transylvania to a total con-monster who went around pretending to be father. Now I have to carry a copy of my death certificate to prove that I really am as old as I say I am cause some monsters think I must be related that loser. Unfortunately for the imposter his bats came home to roost and not in a good way either. The rest of the story, like how father took in me and my mother when no one else would and why I'm a vegan vampire I'm going to save for the screenplay which I would like to film in pink and white. How scary cool would that be?

16 October
In the span of 3 days Clawdeen missed a test in Mad Science, a school dance and a buy one get one shoe sale at the Maul. Frankie and I knew something had to be wrong but Clawdeen wouldn't answer our texts or emails. Finally Clawd showed us a picture he took of Clawdeen with his iCoffin. Her hair... it was... not of this world. Clawd said she couldn't fix it and had to "ctrl+alt+delete her new 'do" with a pair of electric clippers. He said she was so depressed that she turned all her mirrors toward the wall and wasn't even growling at Howleen for borrowing her clothes. I suggested we shave our heads too but then Frankie reminded me how fast Clawdeen's hair grows and that we'd be bald a lot longer than she would. So she came up with the idea of going to the Maul and buying Clawdeen a fierce fashionista scare package to cheer her up instead and that's just what we did. Of course we bought some things for ourselves too :)

25 October
I was supposed to hang out with the ghouls last night but I didn't. I tried to explain what happened to Clawdeen but I couldn't. She was annoyed with me cause I always tell her everything. She thinks I'm keeping a secret from her which I guess I sort of am but I'm not sure I want to tell anybody about it yet. So I wrote this poem to describe what happened. I don't know why it's easier for me to express emotions in verse but sometimes it just is. I read it to Count Fabulous who usually leaves the room when I get too sappy but this time he flew down and gave me a little bat hug when I was finished.

One fall autumn night I took a walk jaunt

to meet some friends at a familiar haunt

The sky above was very starry bright

and there seemed to me not a cloud in sight

So off I went without sans umbrella or coat

although what I probably needed was a boat

Cause the clouds came rolled in with a dragon's roar

and shortly thereafter it began to pour

Not a pleasant rain, good for plant and flower

but a driving, unfriendly, cold hard icy shower

Now I was halfway between home and there

my makeup was running ruined and so was my hair

With no shelter in sight or a way to get dry

I put my head face in my hands and started to cry

When out of the shower rain a voice broke through,

"Hey D it's me Clawd, hey D is that you?"

As I blinked through the tears and rain I could see

Clawdeen's brother Clawd, waving at me

Across four lanes of traffic bravely he dashed

with umbrella in hand to my side he flashed

He led helped me back to his car warm and dry

said not a word till I'd finished my cry

"Here's a hot coffinccino whip cream no foam,

it'll warm you right up while I drive you home."

From the car he walked me up to my door

protecting me still from the storm's down pour

As he turned to leave I placed a kiss on his cheek

then I ran inside before he could speak.

And while I watched his car disappear from sight

I felt something happen change for me that night

No longer did I see him as just my best friend's brother

that night, to me, he became something other.

The great thing about poetry is that it doesn't have to be epic to express how you feel. Now I have to wonder, "Does he feel the same?"

21 November
I'm worried about taking my driver's license test. The written part should be totes easy, but the actual driving part is what has me going a little batty. My father has taken me out for practice drives, but he gets really nervous for some reason and says

DRACULAURA-

DRACULAURA-

DRACULAURA

a lot while stomping the passenger side floorboard. My dream Sweet 1600 birthday present would be a sporty black-and-pink two-seater convertible, so Count Fabulous can fly in and out. That would be totally off the fang!

17 December
My father and I took a midnight walk last night, and it was so nice to fang out with him. We were talking about how fun it would be to fly over to Transylvania for a family reunion, or to visit the North Pole during winter, since there's no sunlight from October to March. The only thing is, I get cold so easy, I'd have to borrow some super-warm ghoul gear from Abbey for the trip. I love spending time with my father. I'm going to make sure to creep around with him more.

3 February
My Sweet 1600 party is going to be so fangtastic. All my best ghoulfriends will be there. Holt Hyde is going to spin smoking hot tunes to get all the monsters in the house on the dance floor. There will be a killer vegetarian spread and, of course, a scary-sweet cake. I think I'll go to the maul this weekend to shop for an outfit to die for so I'll look drop-dead gorgeous. I'm thinking something black and pink and lacy. Clawdeen said she would do my makeup, so I don't have to worry about getting it just right without a mirror, and I want big hair because it's a big day, right? Clawd is going to be my furricious date, and he promised he won't eat any pizza the day of my party, because you know I can't be around all that garlic. It's going to be a scarylicious party time.

Dracubecca's Freaky Fusion Diary
I'll get steamed if you read my diary. And that makes me batty.

13:05 Bite-Centennial
The ghouls and I got into a spot of bother down in the catacombs, and I fear it's my fault. We were looking for my father's workshop - it seemed innocent enough - we just wanted to find his old journal for Frankie's scaritage report. But I had no idea my father had been successful at inventing a time transporter and, well, you can see where that could cause dificulties. But going back in time 200 years wasn't the problem. In fact, it was gear-ific. It was getting home that caused us to, well, get fused together! But at least I got to see my father, even if he was sleeping. I never knew it was possible to miss the sounds of someone snoring. RS

1:15
I couldn't have asked for a sweeter ghoul to be fused with. Robecca is so polite and thoughtful. Being inside the same body is still driving me batty, don't get me wrong. But at least I don't have the urge to curl up in a cave and hibernate. And I'm really happy we didn't get stuck back there 200 years ago. I mean, how old would I be? I'm 1600 years now. Do I subtract 200 years and continue counting? Or am I the same age back there and when I get back to this time 200 years later, would I be 200 years older? Ooooh, would I get to have my sweet 1600 party again? You can see why it's ghastly just thinking about it! Also, I've already done 200 years ago and I don't want to do it again. I like the fashions back then, but they aren't really my style. I much prefer the freaky fab wardrobe I have now. D

13:53
I hope no one is steamed at me for making such a monstrous mess out of dress rehearsal for the Bite-centennial. I simply could not get control of my boots. They kept firing up on their own, and I was propelled all over the stage, taking down props as I flew. It was so embarrassing! I don't know how to explain it. Normally, you just do something without thinking. But I have to concentrate really hard now, and the problem is, Draculaura is also concentrating hard, and between the two of us, we just manage to cause chaos. We're like two magnets that are stuck to each other, but are repelling everything else around us. It's most upsetting! RS

2:00
I wish Robecca didn't feel so guilty about everything that's happened. It's not her fault we are having much difficulties being fused together. Any monster would. I wish I were more used to flying around under my own steam, then I could be of more help to her. Instead I seem to keep throwing a wrench into whatever she tries to do. But it's so eerie to suddenly be upside-down in the air, like bats in a belfry. I was thinking it might help if we went down to the creepateria to get a bite to eat, but I filled up on coal earlier, and it'll keep my gears going for a while. But I think we could both benefit from a nice steamy cup of ginger tea. That should hit the spot. D

14:22
I'm feeling much refreshed after a cup of tea. Draculaura has the most fangtastic ideas. And I am beginning to believe her when she says we are starting to work together like a well-oiled machine. If only she'd stop stopping when I'm going, and go full-stop when I'm stopping. Those are technical terms. But now that I'm feeling less rusty, I hope I have more control over our combined mechanics. RS

2:35
I'm a ghoul who likes to admit when she's wrong, and I was definitely wrong when I thought we didn't need any help regarding this whole fused together thing. I think I was just overly relaxed after some tea and a creepsant with clawscary jam. Sometimes you just need a bit of comfort food. But anyway, the new students are going to help us. They have lived their whole lives as Hybrids - children of 2 different types of monsters - so they've had a lot more practice then we've have. I've only had a few hours, and when you are 1600 years old, a few hours is like a drop of water in the infinite deep end of the MH pool. D

15:08
I really enjoyed our lesson with the Hybrids. It was quite riveting. Thanks to their advice, I have far more control over things, especially my steam boots. No more knocked over props for this ghoul! But its still beast-zarre not to be able to see myself in the mirror. Mirrors are just metal and glass, so I usually don't have a problem with them. But getting ready for rehearsal earlier, and now for the Bite-centennial tonight is a challenge. I've enlisted my mechanical penguin, Captain Penny, for help, but don't know how good he'd be with makeup. He tends to see the world in black and copper. And Draculaura likes a lot of splashes of pink. RS

3:25
I love to fly! I really, really like, Oh my Ghoul, I love it! Yeah, I know I could fly before, I'm not totally batty. But I was used to flying more... horizontal. And straight. And not in stops and spurts. Getting used to rocket boots was a little over my head. But now that the Hybrids have helped us get control over our newly combined freaky flaws, I can jet away in Robecca's steam boots like I've been doing it for centuries. I'm so fired up! And fangtastically fast! I think I'll see if Robecca wants to propel over to the Coffin Bean for some more tea before the show tonight. D

16:27
It never ceases to amaze me how scary brave my ghoulfriends are. A lot of freaky things happened today, and everyone rocketed to the challenge. Now that I'm back to powering under my own steam, I think I shall miss being fused to Draculaura. Since my father has been gone, I get a little lonely sometimes. It was nice having someone else in my head, urging me to fly higher and telling me I am the steam beneath her wings. I'm not really sure what that means, but it sounds encouraging. RS

4:36
This has been a truly frightful day. And not in a good way. I think I might cry. And now that I'm no longer fused with Robecca, at least I won't rust. I am so relieved to be flying under my own wings. Oh, Robecca is a shiny ghoul if there ever was one, and I really enjoyed our time being fused together - even if my internal clock did seem off all day. But at least when we were running late, we could just fire up her steam boots. We got there much faster, and it was a totes fangtastic way to travel! I must say I've had a lot of days in my 1600 years, but this day is going down in history. D

P.S.

Frankie is the most fangtabulous beast friend a ghoul could ask for - this can't be happening! D

She got our gears back in order, and now in her time of need, we must do everything we can to SAVE FRANKIE!!! RS

6 June
I have lost my passport. Okay, maybe 'lost' isn't the right word, maybe misplaced is better, or at least it makes me feel better to think of it not being in the place I normally keep it rather than being really 'lost' lost, because 'misplaced' means I can actually come across it by looking in places where it it not normally kept, whereas 'lost' means the possibility of me ever finding it again is deadfully small. I am not in panic mode yet though. There is still time to find it before I have to leave for Shibooya, I hope. Clawd thinks I need to apply for another passport, but that would mean giving up and admitting that I really have lost it instead of just misplaced it. I can hear Dad now. "Draculaura, it is totes irresponsible of you to lose such an important document". Okay, maybe I can't exactly hear him saying 'totes' but the rest of that sentence comes through loud and clear. I'm doing me best not to tell him, which is waaaay easier since he's out of the country right now... with his passport not lost or misplaced I'm sure.

13 June
I am sitting in the student exchange gorientation class right now. I am pretending to take notes, which makes Mr D'eath happy. It also has the curious effect of keeping him from repeating himself, which means the class doesn't go on as long. I f I were legitimately taking notes, these are some of the subjects I would have written down:

1. Do not lose your passport. This is an important document, and it is your responsibility to keep up with it.

2. One time Mr D'eath lost his passport and never got the chance to go on his exchange trip, which meant he has to stay home and work in his father's shoe store instead of getting to see the Eiffel Terror.

3. Do not lose your passport.

I think I would be getting a lot more out of this class right if I weren't being constantly reminded of this. Bats! I know it has to be somewhere. "Well, of course it has to be somewhere Draculaura, things don't just vanish into thin air." Oh yeah? What about Invisi Billy? "Okay, except for Invisi Billy." Lagoona just snorted again. I know that snort, it's what she does when she tried to turn a laugh into a sneeze. I wish I were sitting next to her so i could be in on whatever it is she's laughing about, but Mr D'eath won't let us sit next to each other because, apparently, we're 'disruptive'. So not fair, and right now Lagoona needs some encouragement. She's already missing Gil, and she hasn't even left yet. I'm going to miss Clawd too, but our situation so totes different than their's is. I should talk to the ghouls and see if we can do something special for them. Ooh, I think Mr D'eath is wrapping things up. Feariously? Again with the most passport? I get it already... I just wish I had gotten it be I lost.. er.. misplaced it. Sigh...

15 June
I went over to Clawd's house for dinner tonight. It was fun. His mom always makes sure to cook something without meat in it for me. This time it was pasta with scarimara sauce. She also made meatballs, but of course I passed on those. The Wolfs treat me like I am a member of their pack and I always feel so special when I'm there. It made me think of Lagoona again, and how even something as simple as dinner is such a scary hard thing to make happen for her and Gil. When we finished eating, Clawd and I went for a walk. If he was worried about me being gone, he did not show it. I think some ghouls would take this as a sign that something was wrong, but I know better. There's barely enough room in our relationship for the drama I bring to it, so I'm glad Clawd doesn't add his own. Speaking of drama, I told him about my passport. Clawd snorted, but it wasn't because he was trying to turn a laugh into a sneeze. It's a 'concern snort' which tells me that a solution has been released in his brain and it is currently trying to find a way out that does not sound like an order. Clawd is used to barking out orders. I guess it comes with being the captain of both the football and casketball teams. "I think maybe you should get a replacement", he said. "If you apply now, you'll have time. If you wait, you won't. That happened to CLawdia before she went to school in Londoom. It was a total pain in the fang." I told him I would download the paperwork and fill it out, but I still don't want to admit that it's actually lost. I wonder if there is a box on the form for 'misplaced'? I know it's totes silly to carry on like this, but I don't want to give up until I find it.

25 June
It wasn't hard to get the ghouls to agree to act as hair and makeup artists. It wasn't hard to get Cleo to ask her dad for the use of a limo. It wasn't hard to get the mansters to dress like bodyguards. But it was deadly difficult to get Gil to agree. "I don't want to do it," he said. "It's just going to fall through and then we'll both be disappointed." I finally had to resort to an intervention. Gil thought he was going to have a game day with the mansters at Deuce's house, but not so much. When he walked down the stairs to the basement and saw all of us sitting there, he turned to Deuce and said, "I knew I smelled a trap." Deuce said, "I could have just stoned you, but I'd rather have you mad at mad than Lagoona." It took a while, but after we laid out the plan... several times... he finally agreed. He was a nervous wreck on the way to pick her up, but by the time we arrived, with no flat tires, engine trouble alien invasions or Heath Burns incidents, he was so excited he could barely stay in the limo while we went to get Lagoona. They had a clawsome day just to themselves, and we got to be a part of it. Totes perfect.

27 June
I was this close to moving my passport from 'misplaced' to 'lost' when I decided it was time to call in some backup. I invited Clawdeen, Frankie, Ghoulia, Abbey and Cleo for a creepover/passport hunt. I may or may not have mentioned the part about the passport hunt before they showed up, although according to the ghouls I definitely did not. It is possible I did not mention it since I have been under a lot of stress lately. Frankie came to my rescue when the grumbling started to get out of hand, and said we could turn it into a treasure hunt, and that it would be fun. he other ghouls were not completely convinced that it would be fun, but Frankie could convince a werewolf to run barefoot through a field of wolfsbane. We turned my room upside down - literally; Abbey is very strong. Cleo wanted to know when the last time I had used it was, which I think was when we all went to Scaris. I didn't really need it for that whole 'Queen of the Vampires' thing when we jetted off to Transylvania. Cleo suggested that maybe I left it in my luggage, so we all headed to my closet. Dad had put in some new track lighting, which makes it totes easier to find things now, and my clothes no longer smell like torch smoke. We went through all of my luggage from the trip; this took some time, but we found nothing except an old croissant. We had to keep Abbey from eating it, which made her crabby. Not that all the other ghouls weren't crabby by this time too, and that's when Ghoulia, who was lying on the floor, pointed up to a shelf that had previously been hidden by the luggage. "Does that box say 'Passports'?" Abbey reached up and took down the box. Frankie opened the lid and pulled out a passport. "Draculaura, this passport expired 60 years ago." Abbey dumped the box in the middle of the floor, and we all started going through them. Cleo said "This one expired 30 years ago, and what is up with your hair in this picture?!" It was a phase. Ghoulia flipped through the one she was holding. "Only 15 years out of date." Clawdeen jumped to her feet with the one she was holding. "Found it, and its only expired by.. TWO WEEKS!" I had two thoughts as I watched my ghouls freaking out with concern. Number one was "Misplaced, not lost", and number two, "Good thing I already applied for a replacement."

Dawn Of The Dance Log
7 am: IT’S PARTY TIME! Turn up the music to get in mood. Turn down the music so father will stop yelling. Put headphones on and turn the music up again.

8 am – 9 am: Call everyone… twice… to find out what they’re wearing.

9 am – 10 am: Call everyone back who didn’t pick up the first two times.

11 am – Noon: Assemble makeup. Separate into Yes, Maybe, and Ooh, «forgot I had that color» piles.

Noon – 2 pm: Clawdeen came over and we had an expedition through my closet to find outfits for both of us. We only had to go back two centuries to find what we needed.

2 pm – 4 pm: Fix hair. Apply makeup. Take picture with iCoffin. Start over. Repeat several times to get it right.

4 pm – 5 pm: Get dressed.

5 pm – 6 pm: Ready to get fangtastically funky!

Class Description
A studio art course with the goal of introducing students to BOO techniques and mediums in creative expression, especially emphasizing CLAWS ON LEARNING. Students will be required to submit a final project for exhibition at the annual Monster High Art Festival.

Draculaura:

Entry 1


 * This totally bites. I want to do a self-portrait for my project, but how am I going to do that if I can't see my reflection? I suppose I could bring some of my portraits from home, but that feels like I'd just be copying another artist's work. Bats...

Entry 2


 * I guess I will paint from an existing portrait of myself. I chose one that I sat for in Scaris back in the 18th Century. I remember the artist was a werewolf with red fur and a notched ear who was very intense and liked to paint flowers and starry skies.

Entry 3


 * I'm finished, and I still don't know if it really looks like me. This is deadfully disappointing...sigh...maybe I should be painting how I feel and not how I look; and since I am totes in touch with my emotions, this could be fangtastic.

Entry 4


 * This may not be fangtastic. Clawd had to cancel our date tonight because he has to study for his scary aptitude test. Now I'm almost out of Runny Mascara Black. Pffffttttt, I'll just paint my classmates then. That will show him. Okay, it won't, but it might make me feel better.

Entry 5


 * This is fun! I think I'll try some still life, too. Ooh, Abbey's chainsaw!

Entry 6


 * Clawd bought me a heart-shaped paint palette so I could create art "straight from the heart." He's so sweet, it makes my fangs hurt. Now I think it's time to work on that self-portrait again.

School Clubs: Newspaper Club Ad
CLUB NAME: Newspaper Club

PRESIDENT: Draculaura

DESCRIPTION: Where would we be if there were no newspaper photographers? I have no idea, but there definitely wouldn't be pictures we could cut out later to relive the memory of whatever happened while we were there in that place with no photographers. Our club gives monsters the chance to share scary cool techniques, show off their favorite photos and even get your pictures published in the school news-paper!

WHEN: Mondays at 7:30

WHERE: Fearbook Room

Gloom Beach Post Card
Address:

4004 Davy Jones Cir

Down Under (the ocean)

Message:

Dear Lagoona,

''How are things down under? We totally miss and think about you every time we watch somebody wipe out on a wave that you could surf blindfolded. Anyway, can't wait to see you and catch up.''

Luvs, Ula D

Draculaura's Collector's Diary
Preface

Draculaura may be one of the most forthcoming of all the ghouls at Monster High in the heartfelt way that only someone who is truly kind can be. Despite this fact, there is much about Draculaura that is Unknown, especially her early years. What is known is that she has been keeping a record of her life and unlife in the form of diaries since before she became a vampire

Her collected diaries were written in Latin, the language of her childhood. When we first approached Draculaura to get her input for this project, we asked if we might translate and reprint some of those early entries. Draculaura's response to this request was to immediately leave the meeting in tears. This resulted in a very uncomfortable, for us, meeting with her father, who wanted to know what we did to upset his daughter. Imposing is an inadequate description of Dracula under ordinary circumstances, an angry Dracula is the stuff of legends.

Eventually we were able to explain what we were trying to do and convince him that upsetting Draculaura was the last thing any of us wanted. After hearing us out he said that he would speak to her, but the final decision would be hers to make, and if her answer was no we were never to bring it up again. There was no argument in the room, but once he left we all needed to take a little break.

Our next meeting with Draculaura was a much more pleasant experience. She apologized for leaving the way she did and explained that the thought of sharing those early years with anyone caught her unprepared. She agreed to let us read her early diaries, but she would have the final say on what we could use. Of course, that had been our desire all along. And then, to our amazement, along with her own diaries, she gave us a copy of her mother's... her human mother's.

Per Draculaura's request, we promised only to use the entries in her mother's diary to establish a historical chain of events in Draculaura's life and unlife. Perhaps one day we may actually be able to share the entries in their entirety, because they reveal a woman of great character and strength whose gracious qualities are mirrored in her daughter.

- The MH Team

Notes from Camilla's Diary
''Dracula - Son of the Dragon - is an ancient vampire whose existence pre-dates his supposed inspiration, the 11th century Romanian ruler Vlad III the Impaler, by almost 1500 years. There is record of a Roman centurion in Caeser's legions named 'Draco' - Latin for Dragon - who is mentioned once as a commander of a special 'night legion' that Caeser deployed during his conquest of Gaul. There may be only one mention of it in the historical record, but Draculaura says this concerning her father: "I mean, he was already a vampire back when togas were still considered fashionable... sooo glad Father doesn't wear one anymore."''

~ Draculaura's mother was named Camilla. She was married to a Roman soldier name d Gaius, whose great-great Grandfather Trajan had befriended and served with Draco/Dracula.

~ Gaius is killed in battle leaving a pregnant Camilla with no means of support.

~ Dracula visits Camilla one night and offers to care for her and her unborn child in honor of the child's great-grandfather.

~ Camilla accepts, and a human daughter is born into Dracula's house. She is named Draculaura in honor of their benefactor.

~ Dracula moves his entire house to the Roman province of Dacia, which is modern day Romania.

~ Draculaura is a kind and happy child, who is able to charm even the dark and brooding master of the house.

~ Camilla is unafraid of what Dracula is, and quickly rises to become the head of his house, eventually running his daytime affairs. He trusts her with his unlife and even falls in love with her, although she refuses his offer to turn her into a vampire.

~ Dracula has to leave and attend to some old business in Rome. While he is away, a plague sweeps through Dacia. Draculaura and Camilla both get sick, and Dracula arrives shortly after Camilla expires. He is distraught. Afraid now that he will lose Draculaura too, he turns her to keep this from happening.

From Draculaura's Diary - Translated from Latin

14 Febuarius 407

''It has been storming for a week. I had hoped that there would be at least a little sunshine for my birthday, but alas, it is not to be. Even snow would be better than rain, at least then I would be able to go outside. I told mother I feel as though I shall be confined to this castle forever. Mother said that whenever I say things like that I am being overly dramatic. She also said I should learn to appreciate every day for what it is because life is so short. I almost said, "It's not short for Praefectus Dracula", but I didn't. I don't think she knows that I know he's a vampyre. As if it would matter to me. I care less about what he is than I do about how he is, and how he is... is grumpy. Mother says he's not grumpy, he's serious, and he's serious because he has many things on his mind, which leaves little time for lightheartedness or frivolity. I'm sure he is correct, but I don't believe the world will come to an end if he stops scowling for a minute or two once a year. Although, when I woke up this morning there was a beautiful silk tunic in my room. It is dyed a lovely colour of blush and is embroidered with delicate flowers. Mother said it was from him. I shall wear it at evenfall and perhaps I can turn his scowl into a frown.''

10 Maius 410

''I met a boy down by the river today while I was gathering wildflowers. I pick baskets of them and bring them back for mother because she loves them so. We weave them into garlands and crown, and the whole castle is filled with their fragrance, but back to the boy. I say boy.. but I'm not sure 'boy' is the correct word for him. He was hiding in the shadows across the river watching me. I pretended not to notice him, thinking that he would eventually come out, but he wouldn't. Finally I said, "Why don't you come out so I can see you?" He laughed. "I don't think that would be a good idea. Do you live in the castle?" I told him that I did and I asked him if he lived in the village. That drew from him a greater laugh. "I don't think my kind would be welcome there." I was about to ask him what he meant by that when I heard the howl of wolves in the distance. The sun was going down behind the hills and the shadows were growing long. I told him he should go home before it got dark and the wolves got closer. "I am not afraid of wolves," he said. I told him that he must be very brave then. The wolves howled again, only this time it sounded like it was right across the river. I jumped and realized it was the boy. He laughed again. I told him it wasn't very funny to scare people. Whatever he was about to say next turned into a growl, and I could hear him running through the undergrowth. I turned to see Praefectus Dracula striding toward me, and he looked unhappier than usual. "We must return to the castle at once, it is not safe for you here." I fear this may be the last time that I am allowed to wander near the river alone.''

On the Catacombs Train
Today was the last part of my trip from Transylvania to the place where my dad is building our new home. He wanted me to see it for myself, even if the house (which is actually a little castle) will still need a few years before it’s finished. Because of the bad weather, I couldn’t fly to dad and I had to take the train. The conductor told me that, if I wanted to board the train, I would have to share a compartment with other monsters. The said monsters happened to be three young werewolves.

I was a bit tense at first, because werewolves and vampires don’t really have a happy history, but I decided to fang up and introduced myself. “Hi, I’m Draculaura and I’m going to be travelling with you for a while.” The youngest of the three had already fallen asleep, chewing on her dolly, the eldest was a boy who barely looked up for his video game, and the middle one was reading a fashion magazine. She didn’t answer me but scooted over to make room for me. I sat next to her and she said : “Nice shoes. Last year’s collection?” She added that her name was Clawdeen. “That’s my big brother Clawd and this is my little sister Howleen.” She then said she was 11 years old in wolf years, which is a hundred in vampire years. I don’t think it was true, but she was so wildly cute that I just smiled and nodded. I was sad when they had to leave the train. We exchanged our post addresses and promised to write each other. I think we’ll be scarrific friends one day.

Scarily Ever After: Snow Bite