Dracula was at his wit's end. He couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried. Something had happened to Christina. Something that changed her. She was no longer a sweet-tempered straight-A student on the fast track to graduation. No, she was a smart-mouthed, rule-breaking, uncaring girl. Her relationship with her cousins was fractured she hardly ever left the house and she was failing school. Her report card laid on the desk before him, all F's.

"Vhat do I do, Vincent? I've failed,"

Vincent sat across from Dracula, staring intently at the open report card. Dracula feared the worst he feared Christina was losing herself to the darkness but that's not what Vincent saw.

"I think I have a solution,"

…...

Christina screamed bloody murder as she hurled the chair at the window.

Dracula and Vincent both ducked. Christina stood before them, an angry scowl on her face, eyes burning red, dressed in black and blood-red clothing she looked nothing like she once had. Always angry always cold.

Dracula couldn't help but glance at the curved horns that crowned her head.

The reason for his fear of her turning evil.

"NO!" she screeched, shoulders heaving, wings fluttering angrily.

"It's already been done, Christina you start on Monday,"

She stormed out.

"Trust me, Dracula it's for the best,"

"I hope you're right,"

...

That Monday the students of Crystal Cove High received quite a shock when the newest student arrived. A monster. The new student was an actual monster. They shrunk away when she entered the building, parting like the Red Sea. She had a dangerous glint in her eye, a cruel smile on her face. Was she plotting to drain them all? What kind of sick thoughts ran through her mind? She was evil they decided.

Pure evil.

But little did they know how wrong they were about her.

Christina flashed fanged smiles to those who dared to look her way as she marched to the English classroom. Grabbing a textbook from the stack, she found a desk in the back of the classroom and took her seat.

Why did her uncle do this to her? What purpose did it serve? She was even more of an outcast here than at Monster High.

"Stop shutting us out. Let us help you, Christina,"

"Let us help"

"Talk to us!"

Christina rolled her eyes. No one understood her. No one would. She was far too different. Her differences had attracted plenty of unwanted attention. It had driven her to the edge but she'd dealt with it. Just like she would deal with this.

…...

By the time lunch rolled around,, Christina was ready to scream. The students were cruel just as she suspected. The teachers ranged from curious to passive-aggressive. Christina hated it. She took a seat at an empty table. Brushing the hair from her face. She dug into her lunch finishing it quickly before diving into her latest book.

"Like, is anyone sitting here?"

Christina looked up to find a nervous-looking boy and an equally nervous dog.

"No,"

He sat down, clearly terrified.

"So, tell me," she said propping her head in her hands, "Why this table out of all the others, hm?"

"I-I-I was-we were dared to please don't drink our blood!" He squeaked.

She laughed chillingly, "Silly boy, I don't drink blood,"

"But you're a-a-"

"Hybrid," she interjected calmly, "Vampires don't typically have horns,"

"So you're-"

"Part fae, Dark fae,"

This did nothing to ease the panic on his face.

"So, what's your name?" she asked.

He shook his head, "I-I don't want to say,"

"Why?" she asked curiously.

"Fae, like, they trick you,"

Christina clapped slowly, "Someone knows his stuff but if I wanted your name, I'd already have it,"

"So you aren't-"

"Nope" she smiled, "Let's start over, my name's Christina, what's yours?"

"Shaggy," he said slowly, "And this is my Best Bud, Scooby"

Scooby hesitantly peeked out from his hiding spot.

"Nice to meet you both. Now, tell me, who exactly dared you to sit here?"

"Them," Shaggy said, pointing shakily at a group of jocks.

Christina scowled. The jocks had their prissy, perfect cheerleader girlfriends were already a thorn in her side. Pigs and peacocks. That's what they were. Christina smiled deviously.

The look on her face made Shaggy nervously.

"Christina..."

"Just watch,"

Shaggy watched in morbid amazement as the entire table underwent a transformation. Starting with the boys. Noses pushing out becoming a round pink snout, the pink rough skin moving down their bodies their arms and legs locking up, shortening, their hands and feet becoming the unmistakeable pig's feet. Falling from their chairs they shrank before fattening before the eyes of their peers, the cries for help becoming the squeals of a pig as their ears moved up their heads which in the blink of an eye were a pig's. The finishing touch came as a corkscrew tail pulled out of their backsides.

The pigs fell silent, an eerie calm spreading across their faces.

The cheerleaders attempted to run but they didn't get very far before changes overtook them. They shrank, growing dull brown feathers, beaks forcing their way out onto their faces eyes burning as they changed position on their heads.

Then there were only female peacocks or peahens.

Shaggy looked to Christina who was grinning in satisfaction.

"Why?"

"They deserved it,"

"So, they're like, stuck that way?"

"No, they'll be back to normal when the end of lunch comes around,"

"Did it hurt?"

"No, only scared them,"

"You'd like, better be careful, Christina,"

"Why?"

"Here come's the Principle,"

Christina smiled at the man when he stopped before her, In his early fifties, the slightly overweight, gray-haired man was not someone to be messed with but he didn't scare Christina.

"Come with me young lady," he ordered sternly.

"Why?" Christina asked innocently.

"Come on," the principal replied.

Christina stood up and swung her bag over her shoulder before following the principle. She walked behind him near silent as if she wasn't even there. The principle's office was a very small square room. A hardwood desk sat in the center. There was a black file cabinet with, books on top of it to the left. A few potted plants scattered through the room gave a pop of color. Christina took a seat in the wooden chair in front of the desk. The principal sat down behind the desk with a long sigh.

"I don't know what I was thinking letting such a Horrible thing into my school,"

"THING?" Christina asked, venomously, "I am no mere thing,"

….

"Psst, Shaggy!"

Shaggy looked around confusedly. He was sure he'd heard...

"Out here,"

"Like, Mr, Van Ghoul, what are you doing here?"

"I came to check-in on Christina. I see she's not doing well,"

"Yeah,"

With a snap, everyone and everything around them froze allowing them to talk more openly.

"Listen, Shaggy, I need you to help her,"

"Help her?"

"Her Uncle's afraid she's turning evil,"

"She isn't already?"

"No, she's hurting, vulnerable. Something happened to her but she won't talk to anyone. You saw how she deals with her problems. She needs a friend,"

"But what if she like-"

"You saw what your peers were turned into, animals based on how they act and treat others Christina does this to teach lessons. She won't hurt you or Scooby,"

"How can you be sure?"

"Like I said, She needs a friend," Vincent shook his head, "Please, Shaggy,"

"Like, I suppose I can like, try,"

"That's all I ask,"

...

When Christina came home later Dracula was waiting.

"You got sent to the office on your first day?"

"Yeah it was a joke"

"Keys," Dracula demanded holding out his hand.

"No," Christina cried.

"Christina Rose give me the keys now"

"Here," Christina said handing over the keys before stomping away.

She didn't go to her room. She went to the family room. She shut the door and locked it. Dracula listened quietly. A few minutes later he heard the piano. Singing In The Rain. He shook his head. Whenever Christina got upset or in trouble she played the piano or watched musicals. He often let her. He didn't know what else to do. Where had he gone wrong? She got angry more often now than she ever had before. What had happened to her?

Same as the new You're Mine Christina. This is just gonna sit here. I just got tired of staring at it. (It's been finished for a while)