Mojo was reading the letters he received today and let out a troubled sigh. Mojo wasn't a very attractive man. He was hairy for one and extremely short which oddly made him resemble a monkey. He may not be good-looking but he's still the head of the vampire clan. And will continue to have a high position until his sons get married and take over. Vampires are extremely powerful beings but his clan is considered royalty because of their wealth and the fact that they own a whole country. However, another monster clan easily matches their amount of wealth and power. The Yuki-onna clan.

Mojo slammed the letters on his desk. What is he to do? The letter cautioned information that there is a rumored rebellion attack going to happen during his three sons' seventeenth birthday party tonight. He knew if he declared war, chaos will break loose and lives will be massacred. Vampires never had a good reputation to begin with, so after 'Dracula' was published hundreds of years ago it only got worse.

He needs help. He doesn't want any innocent people getting hurt but at the same time, he doesn't want his family to perish. He needs to ask for help from another monster clan who will fight alongside him in case things get ugly. But which one?

The mermaid clan? No, they're not strong enough plus; they're known to be scared of vampires. The werewolf clan? No, there are known for picking fights and wars with other clans. The witch clan? He thought for a moment and suddenly remembered his last run in with the witch clan. His face paled and a cold chill ran up his spin. Oh, those horrible memories! He could still hear their wicked chuckles and giggles as they had their 'fun'.

He hit the wall with his large and ape-like fists. Is there no other powerful clan he could ask for help! He hit the wall again, only this time, the vibrations reached the bookshelf nearby causing a thick white book to fall onto his head with a 'thud'.

"What the-!" He hissed harshly, his voice low and marked with a quick Asian accent. Rubbing the new growing bump on his head, his eyes caught sight of the white leather book that hit him.

The book was beautiful itself. As he picked it up, the leather felt soft and welcoming in his hands. The cover showed a snowflake that reflected slightly like a glass, yet white and pure. In white letter, obviously whiter than the white leather it's written on, read 'the Yuki-onna Clan'.

It must be a sign! Mojo quickly opened the book and scanned the pages. The Yuki-onna Clan is extremely powerful and said to be very skilled in numerous activities. They also own a country of their own yet it's known to snow there all year long.

The Yuki-onna Clan; this could be the answer he's been looking for! Sure, the head of Yuki-onna clan and himself haven't always gotten along but they know how to put up with each other when the heads of the different monster clans meet every two years.

"Bring my boys to the carriage now! Moreover, call the Yuki-onna clan that we're coming for a visit in an hour! Hurry!" Mojo motioned his hands towards a tall butler who was standing near the door. The butler bowed his head and transformed to a bat so he could finish his errand faster. What? Haven't you ever seen a vampire turn to a bat before?

*time skip! Wheeeee!*

Mojo and his three sons sat in the carriage, silence hanged over their heads. Mojo is reading read the about the Yuki-onna Clan so he would know what's he's up against. The three young men are clueless of what's going on. They were dragged against their will and thrown into the carriage! They don't understand why their father seemed so focused or why he had two carriages come while no one was in the other one. However, the learned to ask question later when their dad is concentrating on something important, and apparently, in this case, it was a white book.

Brick, the oldest son, was resting his head on his fist while he leaned on the armrest near the window. He was stunning to look at; his shoulder-length hair gelled back. He used to wear a red cap before but his father got rid of it since it was unbecoming of one of the future head of the Vampire clan.

Butch, the middle son, had the side of his head leaning against the window. His cat edged eyes gazed out the window in pure boredom. Though his was annoyed about being forced out of the palace gym by the staff to take some sort of road trip.

Boomer, the youngest son, was sitting between his two brothers. His cheek pressed against the knee of his left leg. He was taking a nap seeing as the ride to where ever they're going is taking forever.

"Mind telling us what's going on?" Butch asked rudely, losing all of his patience. Mojo looked up to find all three of his sons glaring at him. He sighed. Of course, it is their birthday and he did force them to come along so he should tell them what going on, right? Wrong.

"Nothing for you three to worry about." Mojo replied and continued reading. Butch scoffed.

"Yeah right!" Butch retorted. "It's not every day that you take us to some country last minute at top speed and-AND FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THING HOLY! WHY IS IT SO COLD HERE?" He yelled and hugged his arms as he felt a chilly breeze find its way into the carriage. Looking at outside, all you could see was snow, snow, and even more snow! They seem to be driving in the middle of a snowstorm.

Mojo chuckled, of course. Now that he thought of it, his sons never seen snow before because it doesn't snow at all in their country because it mostly had a tropical climate. The carriage stopped suddenly causing Boomer fall out of his seat and hit face first onto the floor of the spacious carriage.

"OW!" Boomer yelps loudly, causing Butch and Boomer to burst out laughing. "Why does it always happen to me?" Boomer mumbled angrily as he got back to seat. Butch continued to chuckle as Brick at least attempted to stop laughing.

"Why did you stop?" Mojo called out to the driver, his voice booming with volume.

"Sir, you should come take a look at this." the driver responded, his voice shaking. Was his voice shaking because it was cold outside or was it something else?

Mojo stepped outside the carriage only to be greeted by a cold gust of wind and falling snow the boys also stepped out of the carriage. Apparently, Mojo was so busy reading his book that he forgot to bring a coat. As they tried to adjust his eyes sight to the fog of snow and wind in front of him, they saw two pair of glowing orbs in the distance. One pair of orbs was brown while the other the other was blue. As the floating orbs came closer, they notice that the orbs weren't orbs at all! They were eyes. Two tall figures emerge from the heart of the storm, their eyes still glowing.

"State your name and business." The one with brown glowing eyes said, her voice loud yet monotone. There stood two females that oddly similar to each other. Twins maybe?

Their straight brown hair reached to their hips and their expressions stayed bored and unchanging, which made them look like a pair of china dolls. They had a robe-like dress with a thick cloth belt wrapped around their waists. They were holding something, each had one of their own; it was . . . . AN AX!

"You must be the guards." Mojo managed to choke out. They might not be doing anything but they sure do have a threatening atmosphere around them.

"State your name and business." The one with blue eyes repeated what her might-be-twin said earlier. Not hearing a respond, the guards glared in unison and pulled back their ax, getting ready to swing.

"RETREAT!" Boomer yelled and ran towards the carriage door with his brothers following close behind him. The wind from the snowstorm slammed the door closed so they couldn't escape. The guards aimed their ax at them.

"I'm Mojo Jojo from the vampire clan! I said I was coming!" Mojo screamed before the ax could hit him with its sharp blade only a centimeter away from his face.

"Well, why didn't you say so you silly little monkey man!" they said in unison, their voice sounding cheerful and girly. The glow of their eyes dimmed and the snowstorm seemed to be fading away. What the heck?

"Come on! Let's go!" one of them said cheerfully, wait, which one was which again? They threw their weapons behind their shoulders. Now that the storm cleared up, they could see the white castle in front of them. Taking a closer look, Butch placed his hand on the wall to discover that walls were made of ice!

"Come, let us go." Mojo said as he followed the maybe-twins into the castle. Butch, Boomer and Brick were having the same thought as they entered the castle walls, only to be greeting by cold air.

Something is going to happen, and it won't be good.