Monster High, the party never dies

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𝕋ℍ𝔼 ornate key slid into the keyhole with a soft click, and as the vampire turned it, the grand doors swung open to reveal a dazzling spectacle. The party was in full swing, a vibrant celebration of Draculaura's Sweet 1600. Cheers erupted from the crowd, filling the air with electrified energy. The dance floor pulsed beneath swirling lights as monsters swayed to the rhythm, their laughter blending into the music.

Cleon's servants, dressed in impeccable uniforms, moved gracefully through the crowd, serving shimmering drinks in elegant glasses. Two of them stood stoically at the entrance, their presence exuding authority as they guarded the door like true sentinels. At the far end of the room, Holt Hyde stood at the DJ booth, his flames flickering wildly as he hyped up the crowd.

"Yo, yo, yo! It's ya boy, Holt Hyde, on the Squeals of Steel! Uh-huh!" His voice echoed over the booming bass, sending monsters into an excited frenzy on the dance floor.

In the midst of the joyful chaos, Frankie and their friends sat tucked in a booth, observing the scene. Their gazes settled on Clawd and Cupid, who were lost in their own world, completely oblivious to everything else. Cupid giggled as she delicately held a piece of cheese and fed it to Clawd, who accepted it with a dreamy smile.

Clawdeen rolled her eyes, her voice laced with exasperation as she turned to Frankie. "Okay, Frankie, what's your plan?"

At her words, all eyes fell on Frankie, who straightened up with confidence. "Alright, listen up. Ghoulian found out that Cupid's arrows only work if the bow is intact."

Ghoulian opened his laptop, tapping a few keys before turning it toward Clawdeen, showcasing his findings. Meanwhile, Frankie reached into a small box and carefully lifted Cupid's bow. The delicate curves of the weapon shimmered under the soft glow of the party lights, but its power lay in more than just its appearance.

"The magic is in the bow," Frankie declared.

Zeraphine's lips curled into a knowing smile. "So, if we smash the bow, Clawd and Cupid will be released!"

Clawdeen's expression shifted into one of pure relief. "That is fur-rific news!" she cheered, feeling the first real glimmer of hope.

But before anyone could react, a sudden movement sliced through the air.

Toralei.

With feline agility, she came swooping in, using one of the vine decorations like a swinging rope. She twisted midair, her claws outstretched and snatched the bow from Frankie's grasp with effortless precision.

The group shot to their feet, exclaiming in unison, "Toralei!"

The striped menace landed gracefully on the railing above them, cradling the stolen bow with a mischievous grin. She let out a playful, taunting laugh, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

But Zeraphine wasn't amused.

A sharp glare replaced the mirth in her eyes as she rose to her full height, her fingers reached up snatching her sunglasses off just in time as everyone turned away from her gaze as they didn't want to turn into stone. Her snakes slithered forward, hissing with uncontained rage. The moment her gaze landed on the curtain behind Toralei, the fabric stiffened, hardening into solid stone, inching toward the mischievous feline.

Toralei's smirk faltered for only a moment before she let out a nimble yowl and leaped, narrowly avoiding the creeping stone. She landed effortlessly on a higher railing, balancing with unnatural grace.

"Nice try, snake-eyes!" she purred smugly before bolting away, laughter trailing behind her.

Zeraphine exhaled sharply, closing her eyes, slipping her sunglasses back on.

Frankie was already on the move. "Come on! We gotta find her before she wreaks havoc!"

Clawdeen nodded, her voice firm. "Let's split up!"

The group quickly scattered in different directions, their determination evident. Just as Zeraphine turned to begin her search, a warm hand encircled her wrist.

She stopped, turning to face Cleon, his emerald-green eyes filled with concern. He squeezed her hand gently, his voice softer than usual. "Be careful, my cobra."

Zeraphine's heart fluttered at his words. A small, genuine smile graced her lips before she leaned in and pressed a delicate kiss to his cheek.

"I always am," she whispered before slipping away into the crowd, vanishing into the hunt.

"We had to find Toralei and figure out a way to smash the bow, freeing Clawd and Cupid. That way, Clawd could give Draculaura the box. But we had to do it before the spell becomes permanent. Time was running out!"

The party had turned into a battlefield. Monsters scrambled for cover as Toralei, perched above like a mischievous predator, rained arrows down with reckless delight. Laughter bubbled from her and her two lackeys as they watched chaos unfold—monsters falling under the spell, gazing dreamily into anything reflective, professing love to objects, walls, even their own hands.

Zeraphine moved swiftly, her snakes weaving through the air, their sharp eyes scanning for Toralei. She ducked behind a pillar, her heart racing as she listened to the sharp twang of the bowstring releasing another arrow into the crowd.

Then, Cleon's voice cut through the chaos.

"Anything?"

She turned to him, shaking her head. "Nothing yet—" Before she could finish, a sharp thunk sounded behind her, followed by a low groan. Zeraphine's heart clenched.

"Cleon?"

She spun around to find Cleon gripping the back of his head, his posture stiff as he stumbled slightly. A silver tray lay on the ground at his feet, its polished surface reflecting his image.

Then, Zeraphine saw it.

That smile.

The kind of smile he reserved only for her, filled with warmth, devotion... except this time, it wasn't directed at her. Cleon knelt and picked up the tray, tilting it to admire his own reflection. His blue eyes softened, his expression dreamy.

"Hello, handsome," he murmured, his voice thick with admiration. "Where have I been all my life?"

Zeraphine felt her breath hitch in her throat. "Dessert flower," she whispered, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, "are you okay?" But as soon as she touched him, Cleon jerked away violently, his gaze turning sharp as he snapped, "How dare you touch me!"

Zeraphine flinched, staring at him in shock.

Then it hit her.

Her snakes recoiled, hissing in distress. "Oh no..." she breathed.

Toralei had shot him.

She didn't have time to process the ache in her heart before another arrow whizzed past her ear. The room was a minefield of enchanted arrows, hitting anything—and anyone—in the way. Zeraphine ducked and wove through the madness, dodging the magic projectiles as monsters around her fell victim to the spell, love-struck and oblivious.

Her eyes darted to the other side of the hall where Clawdeen, Frankie, and Abbey were crouched behind a wall for cover. Clawdeen saw her and reached out a hand. Zeraphine didn't hesitate—she lunged forward, grasping Clawdeen's hand as she was pulled into safety.

She barely had time to catch her breath before they spotted Lagoona sprinting toward them, arrows flying at her heels.

"Gills!" Clawdeen called out.

Lagoona dove behind the wall just in time, panting as she pressed a webbed hand to her chest.

Frankie clutched her head. "We have to do something!"

Abbey frowned, her icy blue eyes peering over their cover before she muttered, "But what? If we step out, we will be like fish in barrel." Clawdeen took a quick peek over the wall. Toralei was still up high, flanked by her two grinning sidekicks, launching arrows without a care in the world. They were enjoying the chaos far too much.

Then, a slow, confident smirk spread across Clawdeen's face.

"She'd have to catch me first."

She turned back to her friends, eyes gleaming as she laid out her plan.

"Clawdeen's plan was brilliant. She was going to use herself as bait. It was risky, but it was the only chance we had to stop Toralei."

Clawdeen stepped out of the hiding spot, her movements deliberate and confident. She knew exactly what she had to do. Her friends quickly took their positions around the room, ready to execute the plan. As she walked into the open space, arrows whizzed past her, narrowly missing. She nimbly dodged them, her agility and grace unmatched, before leaping onto a nearby table with a wild howl of triumph.

The chaos intensified as she launched herself off the table, soaring through the air like a shooting star. But just as her feet were about to land, a sudden sharp pain struck her. An arrow had pierced her back. She gasped, catching sight of the small monster that had being dragged into a locker a lot, her heart skipping a beat. The two locked eyes—Clawdeen's expression softening with a flicker of love.

The friends of Toralei high-fived each other in victory, their eyes glowing with smug satisfaction.

But, unbeknownst to them, Frankie had another plan up her sleeve. From her hidden position on the balcony railing, she saw the three cats, their attention fixed on Clawdeen. Frankie's hand detached from her wrist and dropped to the ground, moving silently and swiftly across the floor. It reached Toralei just as she aimed another arrow, and in an instant, Frankie's hand snatched the bow right from her grasp. She rode it like a surfboard, expertly manoeuvring as Toralei's expression faltered, her surprise written clearly on her face.

Before Toralei could recover, water splashed over her and her friends, dousing them in an instant. Toralei and her lackeys groaned in annoyance, looking up to find Lagoona and Zeraphine, both with grins of satisfaction, holding buckets of water.

Abby, who had been quietly watching from the shadows, finally spoke, her voice light and teasing. A flick of her finger and the floor beneath the three cats began to freeze, creating an icy surface that made their movements clumsy and unstable. Toralei and her friends tried to maintain balance, but the floor was too slick. They slid and tumbled off the railing, each of them hanging by their claws over a disgusting green pit below, the foul stench wafting up toward them.

The trio looked down at the pit, eyes wide with fear. It was a drop they wouldn't survive.

Frankie smiled, her mischievous grin lighting up her face as she called out for her hand, which slid back to her effortlessly. With a firm grip, Frankie slammed the bow down on the floor with a force that shattered it into pieces.

The room seemed to hold its breath as the chaos slowly died down. Clawdeen, Zeraphine, and the others peered over the railing, watching as the monsters around the room began to return to their senses, blinking as the spell from the arrows lifted.

Lagoona turned to Frankie with a hopeful expression. "Did it work?"

Zeraphine smiled gleefully. She was already moving to jump down to the floor, eager to see Cleon. Frankie followed her, carrying the box for Clawd with a sense of purpose.

Cleon, still standing where the tray had once been, looked confused as he dropped it. His eyes scanned the room, searching. Then, he felt a weight on his back as Zeraphine jumped on him, startling him at first, but then making him chuckle.

"Hey, Zera," he said, his voice warm with affection. "I missed you." He turned and kissed her forehead, holding her tightly in his arms.

Zeraphine smiled, her heart light as she looked over at Clawd. He was walking toward Draculaura, the box in his hands.

"Draculaura, I have a birthday gift for you," Clawd said softly, his voice filled with tenderness, his love for her undeniable.

Valentine, who had been lurking nearby, sneered. "Get along, little doggy," he taunted, a smirk crossing his face. "She made her choice, ya dig? I don't even know why you try. I mean, a mangy mutt like you could never make a ghoul like Draculaura happy."

Clawd's expression hardened. Anger burned in his chest, and before he could stop himself, he growled, his instincts taking over. "That's it. It's on!"

Clawd lunged forward, but Valentine only laughed, effortlessly using his powers to slam Clawd against the wall, pinning him there with an invisible force. Clawd's box slipped from his hands, falling to the floor with a soft thud. "Let me down!" Clawd shouted, struggling against Valentine's hold. "You know nothing about her. I did make her happy!" He turned his eyes to Draculaura, his heart full of hope. "Draculaura, look in the box."

Draculaura's gaze shifted to Clawd, and slowly, she walked toward him. The box lay at her feet, waiting. She bent down and opened it, her eyes scanning the contents, her expression unreadable.

"The spell Valentine put on Draculaura was powerful."

"Remember!" Clawd exclaimed, his voice full of hope and urgency as he watched Draculaura hold the basketball in her hands.

Draculaura stared at it for a moment, her fingers lightly grazing over its surface, as though a spark of recognition was starting to flicker within her. Her eyes widened, a mix of realization and confusion flashing across her face.

"It's working!" Zeraphine exclaimed happily, her voice filled with excitement as she stood beside her friends, watching the moment unfold with bated breath.

Draculaura's gaze shifted from the basketball to Clawd, and the memories began to flood back, one by one. The moments they had shared, the connection they had once felt—everything was coming back. The spell that had clouded her heart was breaking, and the true love they shared was starting to shine through.

"But I know one thing stronger."

Zeraphine smiled widely, her heart swelling with joy as she saw Draculaura begin to remember. The confusion in her eyes melted away, replaced by the warmth of recognition and love. Beside her, Cleon smiled softly, his hand resting gently on her waist, a silent but comforting presence as they watched the scene unfold.

Draculaura's gaze shifted upward, meeting Clawd's eyes with a look of pure happiness and real love. The connection between them was undeniable, stronger than ever before.

With a sudden, sharp movement, Draculaura turned and glared at Valentine, her eyes filled with defiance as she watched him adjust his sunglasses, too smug for his own good. A flicker of satisfaction crossed her face as she faced Clawd again. Clawd smiled down at her, his expression full of warmth and tenderness, and she felt the full weight of the love they shared. In that moment, everything else faded away.

"Real, true, mind blowing love. Everything about Val was faker than a vampires tan. But Clawd is real, and real beats fake any day of the week."

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By: SilverMist707

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