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No. 89791
>>89469
Whoa, sorry, work got crazy busy for some reason. Glad someone out there is enjoying this!
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The morning came and went peacefully outside the hotel walls. The brilliant shining star in the sky finally retreated over the horizon and merciful and pale moon took its place. The sweet and somber darkness bled into the forest and swallowed up the mountains quickly. A sight Dracula never got tired of seeing, even after all these hundreds of years. The Count hadn’t budged much from his spot on the edge of his lush and grand bed. He stared out into the day’s clear blue sky, a million thoughts racing through his head.
Dracula, so scatter brained, turned to this about the sun. How he hated the sun, as any true vampire would, and he bitterly remember how long it took him to heal is burnt flesh after his “lovely” little romp in the afternoon day when he was forced to chase after Johnny. Had it been any other vampire, someone of lesser stature and weaker strength, they would have burst into flames within minutes. Dracula flew above the clouds and he almost felt like Icarus as he was actually flying INTO the sun. And for what? Only for the one true love of his daughters life. That day felt almost like yesterday, it was the christening of the day both the human boy and his daughter set their way out and into the world.
Dracula’s elegantly long fingers brushed his cape softly while recalling that day. His cape always felt comforting to him. The royal violet satin fabric hung down his broad shoulders in a gently embrace like his bat wings did and because of Johnny, his wings were almost burnt off. That stupid human…
“Hmm…human. That seems to be the problem doesn’t it.” The King of Vampires thought to himself. His shimmering blue colored eyes looked out at nothing, his vision becoming nothing more than a hazy landscape of darkness. Mavis would be up soon. The girl had started falling into the bad habit of sleeping in over the past few decades. As her father would always tell her that a proper vampire always rose at the dead of dawn. The early bat catches the bird after all. As happy Dracula was to have his daughter finally back, this little issue of Johnny and his pesky mortality was an incredible serious issue that he couldn’t let linger too long.
“Morning Count Man!” Dracula snapped not only his thoughts back to reality, but also his head as he turned to see Johnny expecting the walls of his own chamber nonchalantly. Dracula was starting to think just MAYBE Johnny really wasn’t human with his uncanny ability to just appear out of nowhere. And of all places HIS personal room. No human could sneak up on Dracula. Not in the past 800 years, and yet there he was, cargo shorts (that he didn’t seem to have changed since last year) and all.
“You!” Dracula shouted, already gliding gracefully to the red headed mop top. Johnny seemed unfazed by the towering figure who didn’t seem to pleased by the fact that he was invading his personal statuary. Perhaps hanging around Mavis for such a long time he had lost his fear in monsters.
“As well as it should have. If he’s to become one of us...” Dracula shook his head and told his inner thoughts to shut up for a moment.
“Or really I guess I should start saying “good eeeeevening”.” Johnny went on, while getting a closer look at the grand dressers that held ancient and priceless artifacts that displayed some of Dracula’s personal belonging. Johnny tired to throw in some sort of accent to his “good evening” that just made him look like an ignorant idiot, and get Dracula annoyed. That was a terrible impression of a Transylvanian accent.
“Mavis and I started saying “good night” to each other in the mornings”, Johnny picked up a crystalized pen and examined it briefly before moving onto the next item, a leather bound book with hundreds of pages filled out in Dracula’s perfect hand writing. He flipped through the old pages carelessly, the delicate pages’ edges crumbling a bit. “And good morning at nights! Its kinda a…thing we got. It’s cute. Townspeople around us thought we were weird though.”
“I can’t imagine why…” Dracula expressed his dull interest to what the boy was telling him. Jonny seemed keen on touching everything. His hand flew to a polished black box and almost opened it before Dracula shot out an arm and grabbed his wrist in his powerful grasp. Johnny yelped out and winced at the hold.
“Enough!” The inhuman monster yelled out, grapping Johnny by the scruff of his collar. “Out!” He didn’t even need to drag Johnny that far before the boy laughed in good nature and turned himself around to leave the room.
“Ok Ok! I’m out! I’m out!! Man, I’m starving. You don’t think I could ask the kitchen to make something that’s…you know…not dead?”
“Yes, good, whatever. Go!” And with a final shove out the door, Johnny bounced down the hall waving to the witches who had their hands and brooms full of clean sheets. Dracula slammed the heavy wooden door causing the torches in his room to flicker from the sudden gust of wind. He lingered there, with his back to the door and the welcome silence around him.
It was amazing how quickly Johnny got on his nerves after bring gone for so long. It may have been true that humans, to some degree, liked monsters in today’s time, but that didn’t mean that the undead heart of Dracula suddenly opened up to them. Not after what they did to him and his family. He ran a hand over his face, and glanced over at his dresser at the other side of the room. He looked at the black marble box Johnny almost touched and turned to leave himself. He had been in his room far too long as it was. Mavis was bound to be up now. Dracula heard Johnny calling for her down as he made his way down the hall. Dracula would make his fatherly presence to her known and take her away for their morning flight that she had mentioned last morning.
Yes, the fresh air of the night would help him think things through and allow him and his daughter some much needed privacy.
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To anyone who was out and about at this time of night would have never thought twice if they saw two bats flying high above the tree line. Two little insignificant specks of fuzzy, fluttering around each other in the cold night and blissfully dancing around. Though if anyone would have bothered to listen, they would have heard the cheerful giggles of a girl and the deep chuckle of a man as the two bats did so.
“I’ve missed this dad!” Mavis shouted out as she dipped at an angle away from him. This was their little game of tag. Looked like some things Mavis might never get old for. This made the larger bat smile, his pointy little fangs showing brightly in the dark. Dracula also pulled up and shot straight down and followed after Mavis.
The two must have flapped around until they were at least ten or so miles away from the hotel. When they landed at a tiny cliff face on a mountain, Mavis looked back at where the hotel was. Her father landed next to her and draped a leathery wing over his daughter, bringing her in close. The two saw the tiny lighting from the windows in the distance and both sighed at the same time.
“I’m glad you’re back my little open sore.”
Mavis dropped her tiny bat head onto her dad’s fuzzy little shoulder. “It’s good to be home dad.” The two jumped down into the dark underbrush of some pine trees and hung upside down on its long branch. And thus Mavis started retelling some of her favorite memories of her travels.
She spoke very fondly of Russia (Drac was confused as to what Russia was for a second before Mavis told him that it hadn’t been the Soviet Union in “like forever”). She said he loved the snow there, that it was much richer and snowed way more there than when it snowed in Transylvania. She had grown very fond of a soup that resembled blood but it was hot and made of beets. Dracula stuck out his bat tounge in disgust.
“You ate beets? Blagh! Please tell me they were maggot infested.”
“Have you ever had one dad?” Mavis asked accusingly. Dracula puffed out his chest very as-a-matter-of-factly.
“Remember that I was out in the world for hundreds of tears before you child. I’ve had my share of the disgusting bile that humans call “food.””
Mavis laughed and went on. True that she missed a good old rotting puss sandwich from time to time, but Johnny had opened her up to a whole new world of food. Food that was fresh and if it was supposed to dead, stayed dead, like all the fish she tired in St. Petersburg. Dracula figured it was alright for Mavis to have a healthy balance d diet of both human and monster food at her age. Dracula was too into his habits to switch over now. Even more so right now as he snapped out his bat fangs and caught a mouth. He bit off the head, swallowed it hole and offered the squirming body to his daughter. She shook her head and went back to her tales.
She spoke of England and Egypt to America and Brazil and each story she told with joy in her voice and an occasional happy flap of her wings. Dracula was proud to hear that at a few occasions she used her vampire powers, like telepathically controlling someone to turn around before the walked in on her and Johnny being somewhere they weren’t supposed to be. Every other story had some mention of Johnny doing something either really stupid or charming sweet.
“He’s great you know.” Mavis said not looking at her dad, but at the ground below them. Her duclaws interlinked either each other around her neck.
“…So you say.” Dracula huffed out.
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SHIT gotta run, like right now. More soon!
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