theclawdeenwolf:

thedraculara:

thefrankiestein:

Frankie had just finished putting on her latest creation: a black and white miniskirt with a tank top to match. She looked at herself in the mirror. “Perfect! Now all I need are my boots…” she said as she looked under her bed. Once she found them, she quickly laced them up. Looking at the mirror,…

Draculaura smiled at Frankie, adjusting her rear view mirror. “You know, it’s ghastly that I can’t see my own face! It sucks being a vampire…” she frowns before tapping her finger on her steering wheel. “Anyways, hurry up. I want to get some new shoes before our appointment!” she honks her horn loudly with a wide smile. 

Clawdeen finally convinced her brother to babysit her sister. She looked back at her parents’ bed and breakfast to see Clawd playing with his friends after all. He wasn’t making up an excuse. He really did mean it. Draculaura looked at Clawdeen and smiled. “So Clawd wanted to come.. was it because of me?” Claudeen frowned. “You have to stay away from my brother! He’s trouble and not good enough for you! You’ll find the right man candy soon enough, maybe even at the mall today!” Draculaura sulked as she drove on. Clawdeen fixed her make up in the mirror as they pulled into the mall parking lot.

“Hey hey!” she told her friend. “I was worried you wouldn’t be able to make it.” she smiled and complimented her friend on her outfit. She liked making others feel good about themselves. “So… what store are we going to first? Are we going to have time to eat? Are we getting our nails done? Feet done? Hair done? Facial? Massage?” she asked. Whenever Frankie got overexcited, she’d talk excessively. She noticed what she was doing and managed to stop. “Sorry…” she muttered. How embarrassing can a monster be?!  She looked at Draculaura and realized she was sad. “Hey! It’s not always about boys you know! We can go out looking for your Sweet 1600 Party Dress!!” she said excitedly as they reached the parking lot.

Frankie had just finished putting on her latest creation: a black and white miniskirt with a tank top to match. She looked at herself in the mirror. “Perfect! Now all I need are my boots…” she said as she looked under her bed. Once she found them, she quickly laced them up. Looking at the mirror, she felt satisfied. She glanced at her Ded Kitty! wall clock and realized that she had 5 minutes until Lala was picking her up. She swiped on some of her Dead as Bolts lipstick and rushed down the stairs. She tiptoed past her sleeping father and placed a freshly manicured hand on the doorknob. “Not so fast, young lady,” said her father. “Where do you think you’re going?” She slumped against the door. She didn’t want to tell her father that this was her first shopping spree; he always made a big party out of everything. For example, when she got her manicure for the first time he made a whole scrapbook from it! He then showed it to everyone she knew. It was scary bad. “I’m going… to the nail salon!” Her father raised an eyebrow. She heard a horn honking outside. She ran to give him a kiss on the cheek. “I love you and I’ll call you as soon as I get there!” she rushed. She threw open the door and closed it in a hurry. She saw a familiar pink and black convertible. Alone at last!