Donbavand - Invasion of the Normals

When Luke Watson first transformed into a werewolf, his parents were able to lock him in his bedroom and keep themselves safe. However, when Luke tried to defend a fellow student from the school bully, there was no one to stop his inner wolf from bursting out and fighting back.

The bully, Steven Black, escaped unharmed. But as a result of the attack, Luke and his parents were moved to Scream Street: a secure location for unusual life-forms in a world parallel to their own. His parents were terrified, so Luke teamed up with wannabe vampire Resus Negative and Cleo Farr, an Egyptian mummy, and set out on a quest to find six relics left behind by the founding fathers of Scream Street. Once the relics were gathered, Luke was able to open a magical doorway back home but seeing how happy he had become among his new friends, his parents decided to stay on in Scream Street.

The doorway, however, not having been used for its intended purpose, remained open and was soon discovered by Steven Black. The bully took a deep breath and stepped through....

Eerie organ music sounded as the vampire skidded around the corner, a giant mummy lumbering after him. The vampire glanced over his shoulder and bared his fangs at his bandaged pursuer but nonetheless picked up the pace.

A gangly banshee appeared behind the mummy, her wild, knotted hair flapping as she ran. YOU CANT STOP ME! she screeched, momentarily blocking out the mysterious chords with her piercing voice.

After the banshee came a skeleton, closely followed by a zombie, lurching slowly but steadily at the back of the pack. The creepy music grew louder... and louder...

And then stopped.

Everyone dived for the nearest chair. The mummy and the banshee grabbed the first two, while the skeleton and the vampire were forced to race around the perimeter an extra time before they could sit down.

Finally, the zombie staggered to a halt.

Youre out, Turf! called Luke Watson, pulling one of the chairs away to the side of the room. OK, Mr. Howl more music, please!

The ghost of Mr. Howl gave a thumbs-up, then turned back to the translucent church organ and resumed playing. Turf the zombie limped off to the food table, hoping he hadnt missed the deep-fried spleens. He hadnt.

Great party! said Cleo Farr.

Your dad certainly seems to be enjoying himself, Luke said with a grin, indicating the huge mummy once again racing around the small circle of chairs.

Hes just happy that you decided to stay in Scream Street, said Cleo, squeezing Lukes arm. We all are.

Luke smiled at her, then turned at the sound of laughter on the other side of the room. His mom was trying on the cape that belonged to their vampire neighbor Bella Negative and sticking out her teeth like fangs.

The beautiful witch standing with them, Eefa Everwell, raised a perfectly manicured finger, purple sparks fizzing around the long, elegant nail. I could give you some real fangs if you like.

Mrs. Watson held up her hands in mock terror. Its enough excitement just living next door to vampires, thank you very much!

Steven Black watched this nightmare through the crack between the doors of the cupboard in which he was hiding. There were monsters out there and they were playing party games!

Since he had stepped through the doorway into Scream Street earlier that day, hed wandered around, exploring the strange neighborhood. The houses were weird all tall and twisted, with black slate roofs and wooden window shutters. It was like being on the set of a spooky, old-fashioned horror movie.

Curious to see inside one of the houses, Steven had climbed in through an open window. When he heard people coming, he hid in a cupboard.

He must have fallen asleep, because when he woke up, he was still in the cupboard, his back stiff. He had been about to open the door and climb out when the organ music had started.

Whod have thought it? said a voice.

Luke jumped. His friend Resus Negative had crept up behind him. Dont do that!

Resus grinned. I mean it, though who would have thought wed see your mom and dad hanging out with everyone like this?

The music came to a sudden stop, and Dr. Skully, Scream Streets skeletal teacher, found himself without a chair. Sorry, called Luke as he slid another seat away and signaled for Mr. Howl to resume playing.

Speaking of which, said Resus, scanning the room, where is your dad?

In the backyard, replied Luke, playing pin the tail on the dragon.

This I have to see! the young vampire cried. You coming?

After this games finished, said Luke. And after Ive found something to drink. I had one of Cleos lotus-flower fritters earlier, and Im dying of thirst.

Theres nothing wrong with my fritters! cried Cleo. But I have got some lemonade if you want some.

Thanks! Luke took the bottle from her and pulled hard at the cork. He grunted in frustration when it wouldnt budge.

Let me try, said Resus, snatching it from his friend. The vampire sank one of his glistening fangs into the top.

Luke grinned. Watch out, bottle hes going to bite your neck!

Ha, ha, retorted Resus, twisting around in an effort to dislodge the cork. Drool began to drip from his fangs and run down the sides of the bottle.

Eww! exclaimed Cleo. Im not drinking that. She pulled her bandages up to cover her mouth in disgust.

The room fell silent as Simon Howl stopped playing once again. Cleos dad slumped into a chair next to the banshee.

Mr. Negative is out! announced Luke. As the music started up for the last time, the two finalists circled the remaining seat.

A pop! signaled that the lemonade was open. Luke grabbed a glass and turned back to Resus. Fill me up he began, then bit his lip to stop himself from laughing. The top was still firmly on the bottle; it was Resuss false fangs that had popped free.

Dont shay a shingle word, said Resus, slobbering. He grasped the fake fangs like a corkscrew and finally freed the top. Born a normal child to vampire parents, he wore the fake fangs and dyed his hair jet black to avoid looking out of place in his family.

My lips are sealed. Luke grinned as Resus filled his glass. In fact, if you stick a cork on the other tooth as well, youve got yourself a set of safety fangs. Youll never bite your tongue again!