There is a story among the housekeeping staff of Hotel Transylvania about one of their own finding love in a fellow monster that become a widower of late. How they met was shared among when ever the witches was on break or in between shifts. Tale start with the pair randomly meeting through the hotel during the one's month long stay with the walls of hotel. Ended with night of passion between the two and her then leaving the day her new lover was checking out. A marriage and adoption of lover's children in private would happen months later. Within the end of that year, they would become a happy family within the World of monsters. To only want to return to the very place that brought them together, before the actual season began.
Become a tale of romance between two monsters for those who were a romantic at heart
When the sun was barely out, a usual hotel guests was present within the building when they arrived. A beauty with Raven Black hair and dressed as if she was going to attend a funeral with a a matching furred shawl. Could be founing handle the zombies that greeted them at the front desk upon them walking in with shadowy figure carrying their bag. They were properly processed after checking in when giving their reservation number and last name. This woman made sure they handled their bags with out mishandling a single one the whole time. Keeping their eyes to them selves when her step-daughter's head fell off in front of them after the girl sneezed.
"She's a Dullahan." Her father sets the zombies straight. "Hands off."
"Thanks dad." She put her head back on.
"Welcomed, My Darling-ahan." He gave her a soft smile.
A gagging sound came from the fourth member of their party being the step-son unable to take the father- daughter moment. Left one parent to leer at the boy as other would hand her a room key sighing in disappointment. Being given the chance to go ahead of them and meet them in their suite, using her Transmutation ability. Which had her making sure her head was secure before taking the room key. To only mentally concentrate on the room's number and where she needed to appear within the hotel. Watching the image of her parents facing her brother tarted lecturing him. Hotel lobby filled with handful of zombies moving about would slowly start to fade and swirl. Bending colors of the space around her grew dark and shapes reformed into a more dimly lit area. That would form a secret room that was lit up by the light coming in from a window. She stayed in place when waiting for surrounding images to become more solid and she could move.
She looked around to see brass candle handlers in each corner of the room when she took a step. Bottom of her ballet flat pressing onto stone floor made a quiet thud that had her standing still. Waiting for someone to pop out and tell her no to be here when she took another step. Making her way toward a painting of a slender woman with a gentle smile and dressed so maturely. Had her reaching out to take hold of the curtain covering the other half for a better look at the image. Closing her eyes to gaze into the past and learn about couple in the painting that touched her so. What she found was a happy moment turned tragic at the hands of humans and end of a family. From her eyes tears would spill as she slowly backed away from the painting lost in her pain.
"I am so sorry." She whispered to herself wrapping her hands around her torso.
She wouldn't notice where she was walking when she slowly moved backwards to put distanced between her and the painting. Dropping to the cold stone floor when the fear made her legs buckle. She could feel her body start to tremble when her backside bumped into solid object. She further pressed into whatever her back was resting on as tears started to spill from her eyes. Unable to fight the anxiety filling her veins like ice water when she tried to move a single finger.
She was so frightened by cruelty of those humans within the visions she saw through her closed eye. Solid coffin she now rested against was hand carved from finest black marble and gold features. Scrolling details on the panels on the outside were smooth and added to classic design. Acts as a cushion to a young thing on the verge of screaming her lungs as she openly wept. Just occupant within the inside coffin would soon rise from within in differ need to empty his bladder. By moving the coffin's heavy lid with his telekinesis in a half sleep state and opening his eyes. Doing his daily stretch looking around and ready to exit his resting place, if sound of crying didn't catch his attention. Out to the side he would find the sight of looked like a shivering human.
"Miss is everything, ok?" He softly calls to her in a worried state.
"Just give me a moment Mr. Dracula." She whispered reaching up to her head.
She got a firm grip on her head in both her hands, off her neck her head would go with Dracula watching. Seeing those tears continually spill from clearest Crystal Blue eyes he only seen, once in a Blood Moon. Her hands holding her head shook with such fear that his heart clenched in his chest. Creased brows and pressed lips with eyes staring into nothingness only added to his concern for her.
"Give me a moment to make my self decent and I'll see about escorting you back to you family." Dracula would offer.
All he got was a mhm from her followed by a sniffling noise that had him use his telekinesis to give her a handkerchief. She would accept, to dry her tears while thanking him for his form of comfort. By dabbing that piece of cloth to the ends of her eyes as her tears started to become less. She blew her nose a few times before remembering to calm down and clear her mind of the visions' images. Holding the handkerchief Dracula had given her within her nimble fingers lifting her head. So she would place reconnect her head to her neck as turned on her heels of her ballet flats.
Taking in the more view of the room as she spun around with the practiced grace of a ballerina in mid-turn. Angling her neck down ward to look upon the coffin her back was up against minutes ago. Taking in the detail of inside before moving on to the inside where she moved closer. Reaching out with pieces of her shadows to gently stroke the velvety fabric that made up soft interior. Had her distracted long enough for Dracula to exit his bathroom and found her admiring his coffin.
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Dracula escorted the girl out of his room and through the halls of Hotel Transylvania in silence while watching her. Coming to learn she was a half-Dullahan/ half-witch hybrid monster entering her young adult years. Her father was here with her step-mother to celebrate their love story and bond as a family. Explaining how she ended in his room at this time of the day unescorted.
"My navigation skills with my abilities aren't that sharp." She blushed at the realization.
"Just give your self time and you'll get a hang of it." Dracula encouraged her. "Unlike myself, whose father used fear and other cruel methods to scare the fangs out of me."
"You turned out quite handsome." She blushed at her own compliment toward Dracula.
She went on to speak about her step-mother to change the subject from when she praised Dracula's appearance. Way she describe the women reminded Dracula of one particular witch that used work for him and was always a Pain in the Fangs for him. She always under minding him when it came to the simplest of cleaning tasks he asked of her. Always telling him that he shouldn't make too much of a minor spills and crumbs on the floor. Not that her way of assuring him as she sat on her broom and messed stuck out her chest helped. Since he ended up threatening to drain the blood out of her id she didn't do the job he hired her for. She in turn asked what species of frog he wanted to be turned into with fierce determination in those sparkling Black Diamond colored eyes.
"Her name by chance Heather Wales?" Dracula would ask with twitching eye brow.
"Yea, since she didn't want to take my dad's name." She answered him.
She shared the change her father went through after meeting that woman during his last visit here. How he started to step out from the world of sorrow he lived in after her mother died centuries ago. His smile returned to his face from the simplest interactions in presence of that woman. Sharing rides on her broom when they wanted to get around besides using his Cóiste Bodhar. Helping her cast spells or gathering ingredients for potions she brewed for a willing human. Celebrating the changing of the seasons as a family around a table of home made food and hand crafted decorations.
"He's like a whole new person with a second love." She spoke proudly of her father's change.
"My Martha would call that zinging twice." Dracula's face becomes soft speaking of her.
"Was she the women in my vision that …." She bites her tongue not wanting to stir up sad memories for Dracula.
He would sigh and start to fill in some of the blanks for her that her visions couldn't depict for her. Pain she saw in his eyes the whole time he recalled the story of his slain beloved had her ready to cry again. If a familiar voice didn't call out her name when they were nearing the Hotel's lobby. That had her running into the arms of her father and Dracula come face to face with a former employee.
"Long time no scare." Heather waved at Dracula. "Still the broody widower?"
"Yes and you seem better." Dracula looked at the ring on her finger.
"Much." Heather adjusts her furred shawl. "Thanks for returning my little Little Wiccen."
Dracula would end up recipacating her greeting with meek expression to hide an ache in his chest. Some how seeing the half-Dullahan/ half-witch hybrid monster leave his side as she said her good byes. Pulled at a part of his heart he hadn't felt since the days his dearest Martha was among the living.
"Lets go settle in before I show you the grounds." Heather smiled at her step-daughter.
All she got was smile from her as Heather and she walked toward the opposite direction of Dracula. Sharing smiles and what the two were going to do first from take in a magic show to take a swim. One quiet reserved with her hands tucked before her as the other threw her hands all over the place. Left Dracula to sit there and watch not knowing want to do with the feeling blooming in his heart.
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Being back among fellow monsters for someone who withdrew after the death of his first wife was hard for newly married Dullahan. Creatures he once called friends were comforting to a mended heart that had experienced second love. Some were accepting of the woman he now stood beside him with her arms grasped around his own. Wearing an innocent smile that had some doubting she truly adored the man that she now called her husband and had gifted her heart the night they consummated their love.
"Married life looks good on you." Eunice sarcastically smiles. "Maybe becoming a mother would do your some good."
"Glad to see your too, Eunice." Heather meekly answered her.
Both women ended up staring at each other with sparks flying so much, that any one near them would get shocked. Hints why Frankenstein kept getting electrocuted when he tried to greet an old friend a few feet away. Murray and Griffin were surprised to see a smile on a face that lost his beloved to hands of a human greed. Who openly expressed how happy he was to zing for the second time in his long life with a women like Heather. She'd help his children grow up as a mother figure and helped him adjust to this new world.
"She's business minded and the hellcat with sharpest of claws." His words were filled with endearments about Heather. Way he looked toward her passed the heads of old friends with adoration in them. His tone of voice was soft and held just amount of sweetness about a woman re-introducing him to new way of life.
Eunice would up turning away from Heather and complain to Frankenstein for not being that romantic. Her going on about his lack of being poetic would be ignored when Heather rolled her eyes. Wanda sniffled and was on the verge of tears after hearing such words of tenderness. Murray would end up asking if he could teach how to speak such words of fondness for opposite sex. The scene between the newlyweds would only get more adorable when Heather excused self to check on the status of their animals. Way she angled her head to whisper into his ear since about needing to leave his side and quietly with his carefully listening to her words. Left fellow spouses to grow further angry and jealous about how she was treated at the way the couple before them.
"Be careful." He watched her released her grip on him arm
"Same goes for you." Heather looked at a passing Zombie. "Love you."
She would end up leaving him to explain that these animals they spoke about were his Cóiste Bodhar and a few skeletal creatures. That Heather didn't want to leave them back in their American hide away with a pet sitter. She wanted them to come along with them in their return trip back to hotel Transylvania. See the sights that brought together their masters in romantic bliss in a months time.
"She just wants to create new memories filled with the love of our new family." He humbly grasped the center of his chest at the thought.
This further had the women harpying their men to be more emotionally sensitive toward their ideas. As he was left to ask them all what plans they all had for the rest of their visit here. Stating he didn't really enjoy his time here during his last visit since his heart was in a broken state, and Heather took up most of it. Would led to him behind shown around and not knowing what his children were up too. Since the last time he saw his son and daughter that morning before breakfast. Only knowing his children were going to look around instead of doing hotel festivities. Worrying and the need to go looking for his kids would have to wait.