Disclaimer: I don't own Hotel Transylvania; it is the sole property of Sony Animation Studios, and creator/director Gennedy Tatartovsky. Original characters are of my own designs. Songs belong to various owners.


Hotel Transylvania!


Chapter 1: Welcome to Transylvania; When Will My Afterlife Begin…


1895

Transylvania Wilderness

The deep misty and gothic region that was known as Transylvania was only something one could read about in horror stories. The forests surrounding a certain area stood high and mighty, shielding the night sky down below, creating a moonlit and eerie feeling. The dark cloudy night sky was like that of a huge ocean of darkness that swayed in the sky. The mountainous area was that of a setting from one of those old Boris Karloff movies back in the 1930s. Indeed the area was that of something from a horror film or story.

The isolated forest deep within the mist-hidden mountain forests of Transylvania was a dreary and darkened sight. It was a deep forest that nearly stretched on for miles with nothing but forest and open landscape. The forests were filled with giant tall trees, with bare branches, twisting and turning towards the night skies. The leaves lay about the blackened and muddy ground, yet it was drier than anyone would ever suspect. The dark clouds above the forest nearly befogged the entire blackened sky; not a single star shined out there. Not even the sounds of woodland creatures were uttered, nor did they dare, as something obviously spooked out only hoots and low howls and moans in the night. Only one object illuminated the frightening horror movie woods: the Moon. And boy did it ever, as the full luminous orb shined brighter on this night of nights; it was a regular Hunter's Moon. Truly, this was a pretty scary place to be in, and no one dared to venture out in the woods, on a full moon night as this.

Save for one individual.

A small little black bat flew to a castle house of sorts, hidden off in the middle of nowhere. It landed on a balcony located at the top window of the third story castle house. Once it landed in front of a double glass doorway, a bluish purple smoke poofed in the bat's place, and in its place, stood a shadowed male figure, dressed in a black cape and a neck collar that reached to the back of his head. The doors gently creaked open, as the figure practically glided in as the figure's attention was drawn to one location in particular. It was a baby's carriage, covered in purple drapes, and apparently had a crib carousel with what appeared to be bats, axes, and jack-o'lanterns hanging above it.

The figure's shadow loomed over the crib, as a pair of red glowing eyes peered down at the crib's sole occupant. It was a beautiful baby girl, with a head of black hair, cut short to reach the back of her neck, wrapped in a black blanket, and sound asleep. Until the baby stirred awake, and the figure cooed out in a playful tone, "Peek-A-Boo!" And then the baby started crying out, giving the opposite effect of the peekaboo.

"Oh no, don't cry, my leetle Blood Ruby," the figure suddenly spoke out, in a Romanian accent, in a gentle tone. The figure reached down and scooped up the little baby girl. "Eet's okay. Daddy's here. Shhhshh. It's okay. Daddy's here, my leetle Mavy-wavy." He then rocked her back and forth, as he sang out, "Hush, leetle vampire, don't say a word. Papa's going to bite a head off a bird…"

As the baby's cries lessened, the figure stepped out of the shadows, to reveal himself. He was a man in his late thirties or early forties, slim figure but hid muscle underneath. He was Caucasian, with slicked back black hair, pale skin, and brown eyes, with a face of a charming aristocratic aura around him. Almost as if he was royalty. He wore a black button up shirt with a gold crest button on the collar, with a black vest, black sash, black dress pants, and black shoes. But his distinguishing feature wasn't just the black cape he wore, but also the gold ring worn around his wedding finger. It had a ruby gem embedded on it, and inscribed on the top of the gem, was the symbol of the Dragon: a symbol belonging to the order of Dracul. But that didn't end there, for when the man smiled at the now giggling baby, he had fangs. Vampire fangs.

This man was none other than Count Vlad Tepes Dracula, the first of the Vampires, the patriarch of all Nosferatu… and apparently a father to one daughter.

He blew at his daughter's stomach as he teased her, "Daddy's going to teeckle your stomach, Mavy-Wavy." Once he finished, he cradled her in his arms, cooing out, as she smiled, "Good morning, Mavis. My leetle ghoul."


20 Years Later

As he calmly and casually sipped at a glass of O positive, he leaned at a desk, examining a troll working on a set of blueprints. The designs were for a castle of sorts, as Dracula advised on the designs to see what was needed and wasn't. the castle was big, spacious, and secluded on a mountainous ravine, surrounded by an empty black pit on the designs. But Dracula did his part in making suggestions.

"No, no, no," he shook his head, "I don't think we need a bottomless pit." The Troll nodded, and erased the pit, as Dracula smirked, "Add in a moat of Devil's Eye Piranhas. Also add in a leetle more square footage; I want a lot of monsters to live dere." But suddenly, a little drool of spit dropped from the ceiling, getting Dracula's attention, as he looked up… seeing his four-year-old daughter, actually 24 years old chronologically, Mavis, giggling as she crawled down from the ceiling. He scooped her up from the wall as he smirked, "Oooh, you leetle mousy mouse."

Mavis giggled as she squiggled free, and ran off, "Try and catch me, Daddy."

Dracula nodded, and chased after her playfully, "I'm going to get you, Mavy-Wavy!" The two had a playful chase around the house, even with Dracula stopping to take a break from a sore back. He even groaned out, "Oy, we need a beeger place to run in."

Mavis stopped for a moment to allow her dad to take a break. But then her wandering eyes turned to look around. And her eyes caught the open front door, as she ran towards it, smiling, "Why don't we go outside?"

Dracula paled even more, as he sped to the door, slamming it shut, and scooping up his daughter. "No, no, no, no," Dracula shook his head, nearly spooked at the very thought of his daughter leaving the sanctity of the house. Finally he calmed down as he reminded his daughter of the dangers of outside, "Mavis, my dear. You cannot enter into the outside world."

Mavis looked confused as she asked, "Why, Daddy?"

"Because of the Humans," Dracula warned his daughter, his voice growing dark and fear-filled, as he explained, "All they wish for our kind is our destruction. They hunt us down, corner us, kill us, and then they beat our toes… EVEN TAKE OUR CANDY!"

Mavis went wide eyed with fear, as she suddenly disappeared in a violet blur, going up the stairs.


Mavis's Room

In a red blur, Dracula appeared at the opened doorway to his daughter's room. He looked around, hoping to find her, and calm her fears down. He walked around, eyeing around the place for anywhere she would be. but then he heard a whimper in the room, and directed himself towards his daughter's bed. He then bent down, and peered underneath to see his daughter huddled in a blanket, clutching on to her vampire teddy bat, as she cried, "Not my candy."

"Don't worry, Mavis," Dracula assured his daughter, with a gentle stroke on top of her tiny head. "I promised your mother I would take care of you. And no matter what, I will."

Dracula smiled at his daughter's silliness, and stood up. Mavis stayed huddled like that, until she heard a guitar being played. She crawled out from under her bed, looking up at it, and saw her father, sitting on her bed and playing a guitar. She scurried up on the bed, as he sang, "My beautiful Mavy, let me wipe all your poop away,"

She smiled, seeing her father sing to her in order to dissolve her fears. He magically possessed the guitar, allowing his hands free to scoop up Mavis, "Dose humans are nasty, so with Daddy you will stay," He then grabbed the guitar again, as he continued to play with his own hands again, "And if a human tries to harm you, I'll simply say…" He then turned dark as his eyes slitted and turn red, as he roared out like an animal, "RAAAAAARRRRWWWWW!"

He then returned to normal, and smiled to an unfazed Mavis, as he finished, "Because you're Daddy's girl."

Mavis giggled her fears all disappearing, as she smiled to her father, whom she hugged.


A Month Later

A whole month had passed by, with events going on within the house of Dracula. During the month, and with Mavis coming of twenty-four years of age, (four years old in vampire years), Dracula began to teach his daughter basic skills in her vampire abilities and powers. So far she had mastered vampire speed and wall crawling, on both hands and feet, or feet alone. Next, Dracula taught her how to utilize her shadow as a second being; her shadow that actually had a life and personality of its own, being able to move of its own free will and move objects like voodoo shadow spirits would do. Her shadow proved to be absolutely obedient to her wishes and at times, seemed to reflect her moods and emotions at several points. The last things to learn were her hypnotic eyes, which was easy for her, and her ability to transform into a bat, which she had to wear a training helmet in case she ran into a wall or crashed. But the last thing she had yet to learn, or rather master, was utilizing her monstrous aura into indomitable strength and power. Though in order to do so, she has to be in synch with her heart for some odd reason.

Just as they were going through another flying practice, the Troll construction worker from a month ago, opened the door to the room they were practicing in, getting Dracula's attention, "Sir! Excuse me, sir."

Dracula transformed back, and looked to the troll, slightly miffed with being interrupted, "What? WHAT? What do you want?"

KLONK!

Both their attention turned to Mavis, who ran into a wall, but shook it off, as she reassured her father, "I'm okay, Daddy."

"I came to report," the Troll smirked, unfazed by Dracula's anger, "It's finished."

Dracula immediately lit up, as he demanded, "Show me."


Outside

On the balcony, the two looked over to where the Troll was pointing to, and Dracula, holding Mavis in his arms, all looked to see the finished labor of the Troll's work. There, almost fifty miles away from the house, stood the most massive and largest castle you'd ever seen. It was practically as big as seven football fields and with walls as tall as the Berlin. A driveway was built in there, along with a wooden draw bridge in the front. The place was a marvel to behold, especially to the young daughter of Dracula.

"Looks good." The Count looked to the Troll, and asked, "Was eet built to specifications? Only monsters can get in, right?"

The troll nodded, "As you wanted: moat with piranhas, polarized glass windows and mirrors, as well as undetectable by any foolish humans."

"Speaking of which," Dracula began to ponder.

"Don't worry, we took care of that as well," the Troll explained. "The castle is surrounded by four hundred acres of dark spooky forest, and that's surrounded by graves with the Army of the Dead hiding in them. If any humans get past that, they'll never find the secret entrance to the Castle." But then he frowned, as he warned out, "However…" he warned the King of Vampire, "Be smart. No fire, no fireworks, nothing too big and bright to light up the area. If that happens, it'll draw out attention, and then you'll have humans all around the place. Got it?"

Dracula nodded, "Understood. No big lights, no humans finding it." But then he pondered a loud, his face scrunched in confusion, "By the way, you said it'd be ready in three weeks. Why so long?"

The Troll frowned, "You try working with zombies, and see how fast things go." He then walked out, his job done as he left both father and daughter alone.

While Mavis looked in awe of the hotel, Dracula looked to the wall, seeing a picture of a shadowed figure. He smiled, almost sadly and happy at it, and whispered, "It's finished, Martha. The place we always talked about for Mavis. No one weell ever harm her dere."

Mavis looked at the castle, and asked, "Daddy? What is that place?"

Dracula smiled as he answered, "That, my leetle Mavy-Wavy, is our new home. Hotel Transylvania."


94 Years Later…

Present Day

Hotel Transylvania

The Next Morning

The sun rose up, as the castle atop the mountainous cliffs was bathed in rays of sunlight. The once darkened estate seemed to live a bit, even though little activity was shown on the outside. Though most of a little activity was being conducted inside… playfully.


Inside the Castle

The darkened hallways were now a bit illuminated, as the windows allowed beams of sunlight to shine through. Though it did little to rid the creepy atmosphere at all. There were still cobwebs up at the ceiling, creepy décor was still shown about, and there was still no one, not even a single living soul to be shown at all. Well, except for one, but it wasn't human. Flapping at high speed, racing around the halls, was a small albino bat that was speeding like crazy, but being chased. Following behind it, was a black flash of shadow, so to speak.

The chase went on, until the little fellah flew around, close to a closet. The little bat squeezed comically as it squeezed through the crack, and fell on the floor of the closet. It frantically looked around, and saw upward towards the clothes hangers. It flew up as fast as it could, and hid itself underneath a fedora hat. It lifted the edge up a bit, getting a little peek to see if it had been followed. For only a few seconds, it seemed like it had slipped unseen. That is until a silhouette was shown through the cracks of the door. And then…

The doors slammed open, as the figure that had chased the bat down appeared, holding the doors, and smiling as if they had caught the bat. The figure was an eighteen year old teenage girl, with very pale skin and a slim and slender figure. She had raven black hair with a few spiky bangs but limp; two down the sides of her face, going down to her shoulders, and a bang swept over the right side, held there by a jolly roger hair clip with fangs in the teeth, and a spiky ponytail strand of hair that went down and ended at her shoulder blades. And she had the most dazzling blue eyes you'd ever seen. She was a Goth by the looks she had and the way she dressed. She wore a black dress with a mini skirt, short sleeves, a black bat choker around her neck, and a U neckline that showed a little of her cleavage, which was covered by black nylon stitched to the neckline, making also a turtleneck to it. She had black net arm warmers that went from her wrists to her elbows, and on her left wrist was a black leather band bracelet, while her right had two black metal rings on there. She wore red and black striped stockings and black combat boots to match. But there were some odd things about her, for instance, her fingernails were painted black… but had sharp points to them, almost like claws. And when she flashed an open mouth grin… she had fangs. This girl was an intoxicating Gothic beauty… and a vampire as well. This girl was Mavis Dracula, now 117, going on 118 in about a week.

The girl looked around, and then huffed, as she shrugged her shoulders, starting to nonchalantly walk away. "Well, I guess Bartok's not here," she chimed out, disappearing from sight as she walked away.

The little albino bat peeked out from his spot, looking around for any sign of the vampire girl to show. But so far, nothing; she really had walked away, believing that she had lost him. Unknown to the little bat, a dark shadow… a shadow that looked exactly like the girl… crept up the wooden closet, and up the shelf, going unnoticed by the bat. The little bat squeaked out a sigh, as well as chuckle at his success. However, that was short lived for only a few seconds, the bat's shadow was snatched up, held up by his feet. And in this action, the little albino bat named Bartok, was snatched up in the same position as his shadow, as he was hanging upside-down out of thin air.

The shadow smirked in profile style, as it swooped out, gliding on the floor and the wall… and face-to-face with the vampire girl. The girl smirked with her arms folded, surprising the bat as she flashed a fanged smile, "Gotcha!"

The bat yelped out, as the girl chuckled in her victory. She held her hand out, as her shadow plopped Bartok in her hand, and her shadow returned back in place. The girl chuckled as she sighed, rather bored at the moment, as she declared their score, "Okay, so that's best 98 of 347."

The bat stood up on its feet, as he chuckled, "You wanna go 99 out of 348, Mavis?" Mavis just huffed, looking at the bat rather bored. The bat sighed as he grumbled to her, "Okay, so… what do you wanna do?"

After that question was asked, the girl perked up, as she cheerfully thought out loud, looking to the side as she tapped her chin in thought, "Well… since you asked…" And turned sharply, with stars sparkling in her eyes, "… how about after night hits, we go outside… to the mountain town."

The bat looked at the girl, disapproving the idea, as he shook his head, "Eh, sorry, kiddo. No can do. Your dad's orders: Mavis mustn't wander around in the human world." He crossed his arms as he smirked, "Besides… I like it here, and so do you."

Mavis looked at him with a disapproved and bored face, blowing him a raspberry.

Bartok flew over on to her shoulder, and insisted, "Oh, come on. There's plenty to do here in Hotel Transylvania."

"Yeah, I know," Mavis sighed as she walked out towards the door of the room. She ran down the hallway, and stopped as she looked at the clock, almost perking up as she looked at it, "Seven AM, the usual morning lineup."


Downstairs

Mavis was sweeping around the check in area, along with three vampire maids. Each maid was in their twenties, with hourglass figures, wearing black and white gothic maid outfits. Their leader, was a long-raven haired beauty with green eyes, the second was a short haired violet haired woman with a bang swept over her right blue eye, and the third was a red head with long red hair, two bangs in the front, and green eyes with a sort of ditzy aura around her. They were sweeping along with Mavis, as Bartok used all his strength to hold up the dustpan.

The maids and Mavis were then speeding around, doing other things around the castle. They did this all by going fast with undead speed. So fast, that they were virtually blurs going around the house.

They all stopped as they stood by the clock, seeing what time it was. As they saw it was only fifteen minutes had past, Mavis, sighed, slouching her shoulders in the process.

And so later on, Mavis had gone to a section of the castle, which was vast and tall, with shelves and shelves of books were placed. She took a few of them as she smiled at them with glee.

She was then shown, held up by her shadow as a support beam rope, as she painted a rather beautiful gothic painting on a barren wall.

She then did various other stuff to keep her busy. Like singing on a karaoke machine, sitting at a desk and writing pages upon pages of musical songs. She even stood in the kitchen with the redheaded vampire maid cooking, along with an unseen hunchback of sorts.

Mavis sat down in a chair, her legs crossed and rested her chin on her right hand. Bartok sat on her shoulder, as she looked around, and caught her eye on a blank space above a fireplace. She raised her thumb, studying the spot, with Bartok joining in. Later on, she was sketching on it, readying where to paint later on, but stopped as she began to do other things.

Mavis continued her day onward with activities. By putting together a vampire puzzle, then playing a game of darts with the raven-haired vampire maid. And then later, helped the redhead make a table-sized worth of chocolate chip cookies, in which Bartok gnawed on one.

Mavis kept herself busy yet again with more activities that day, or the week. Creating a paper Mache copy of her head, and putting it on like a helmet, scaring poor Bartok. She did a little of ballet, and was very good at it, considering her grace, poise, and flexibility were beyond normal, all the while playing a game of chess against Bartok, which she won, much to the flying mammal's surprise.

She did all those things, and did more. She stretched out aerobic style, with the maids and Bartok. Later on she was sitting at her desk, sketching out gothic and horror doodles, as well as gothic and Lolita dress designs. A few minutes later, she was scaling up the wall, as well as the ceiling, lizard style with her elongated black clawed fingernails. And then finally, she was at a desk, smiling at a designed doll goth dress… with Bartok as the model, but not too happy about it.

Mavis walked along the shelves and stairwells of the library, as bored as ever, taking books that she had read for so long.

Mavis stood there, in the room where she had always painted, trying to find a spot where there was room to paint in.

The young vampire girl sat in front of a vanity mirror, with her reflection showing much to surprise, brushing her hair in various designs. Side Mohawk, slicked back, even two pigtails on the sides, with Bartok helping out with the designs. Until finally, she was fine with her old hairstyle, and slouched at the desk, bored.

The young vampire girl walked over to a window, which was polarized glass allowing her to stand near sunlight, and sighed.

In One short week… the guests will all appear,

Just like they do, at summer's start each year.

She was now atop the fireplace, finishing the painting she was sketching atop of it. On it, was a portrait of a night and starry sky, over the mountainous town not too far from the castle she was living in. But in the picture, she painted herself, kneeling down on one of the roofs in a relaxed state, as she gazed at the city and the night skies. As she finished it, she wondered aloud as she sighed, slouching her shoulders.

"What is it like, out there where they roam, Now that I'm older, maybe Father will let me go."

She looked at the portrait, and whispered in thought, "Bartok?" The little albino bat looked to the girl, as she asked her question, "Do you think Dad'll finally let me go out? After a hundred and eighteen years?"

Not thinking about it, and just letting the truth out, Bartok replied simply, "Not a chance."

The vampire girl looked to her little companion, and scolded with a huff, "Traitor." She sighed, looking up at the painting, almost hoping for the best, "I've got my father's love, I shouldn't ask for more,"

I've got so many things,

I should be thankful for,

She hopped down from the fireplace, looking down the Main Lobby of the Hotel, looking around the place, "Yes I have everything…" And then looked out to the doorway, and looked saddened, almost longing to step out, "Except, I guess, a door."

Perhaps it's better that I stay in,

She then sighed deeply, looking up to the ceiling, hoping she could go out this year, "But tell me… when will my afterlife… begin?"

Bartok scratched the back of his head, as he asked, "Why you wanna go out to the Outside World? Humans roam out there; it's a loaded minefield of danger out there."

"They can't be all that bad," Mavis denied the possibility that the Humans, at least all the humans, could be all that bad. "That… and I'm hoping to find someone my age I can hang out with."

"The other guests have kids your age too, you know," Bartok defended.

Mavis shrugged, "Yeah, but I wanna meet someone new." And looked out towards the door, eyeing the sunlight, as sh esighed, "Somebody who would... be my zing."


100 Miles Away

Romanian Airport

By the time the first plane arrived at the European International Airport, it was well past morning back in America, so everything was pretty much dark where the passengers were at the moment. One of the passengers, a young adult boy, standing next to a twelve-year-old girl, stretched out his arms, yawned and continued towards the customs line.

The boy appeared to be eighteen or nineteen years old, Caucasian, but his skin was slightly tanned, and brown eyes. His frame was a slim yet muscular build; the body of a surfer/swimmer. His short yet shaggy blondish red hair was messy and tussled up; the look for a young surfer indeed. He wore a yellow T-shirt with green sleeves and neck trim with a strange glyph, and underneath it an orange long-sleeved shirt, khaki jeans with the knee sections torn, also with pouch pockets on the side of the knees. And an orange jacket tied around his waist, along with blue and green sneakers. He also had on around his neck a surfer's pendant made of carved beads along with an unidentified pendant.

Standing next to him, looking very excited was a young twelve year old girl with long blonde hair that went down to her mid back, and wore a . She had the same color eyes that he had and her skin was a little lighter color than his. She was wearing a yellow hoodie T-Shirt, and baggy jean shorts with white sneakers. On her shoulder was a gym bag of sorts as she traveled with the older teenager.

The boy looked around, trying to find someone in the crowd that continued to nearly try to run them over. Because the airport was so crowded, moving around the place for the two proved to be more difficult than either one had expected. The boy looked around, trying to see where their ride was at. "Okay, Edith, just stay close… this time, alright?" the boy advised, almost sounding rather annoyed at the last part, but looked dwon only to see the girl, named Edith, gone. He looked around, calling out as his voice got more frantic by the minute, "Edith! Edith? EDITH!"

"Hey, Johnny!" Edith cried out, getting the boy's attention. She was atop a statue of Vlad Dracula, the ancient Impaler, as she made a face, "Get a picture of me and the Count here. Blah, blah, blah!"

Johnny chuckled at his sister's enthusiasm, and pulled out a digital camera, "Okay, okay." As he readied the photo, he casually advised, "You know, I don't think he says, Blah, Blah, Blah. That just sounds too weird, and not even scary."

SNAP!

"Yeah, but it just sounds so cool and funny when he says it," Edith promoted, as the photo was taken, and she hopped down off the statue. She then beamed out, with a glint of happiness in her eyes, "It'd be so cool if Dracula were real."

"Maybe," Johnny smirked, as they both walked over to the luggage conveyer belt, and each picked up a traveling backpack, both having sleeping bags strapped to them, as well as several stickers to places they had been to. "But I don't think he even exists, just as the Romanian Prince that cut off his enemies heads and feet, gouged out their eyes, and while they were still alive, impaled them on iron spikes." But When Edith gave him the cocked eyebrow, Jonathan just shrugged, "But, eh… if he were real, we'd probably be running for our lives in fear of him draining our blood."

As they walked out of the airport, and scanned for a cab, Johnny looked to his little sister. He knelt down, meeting to her at eyelevel, as a Cab came on over, and smirked, "Edith… are you ready for the best dog-gone summer ever?"

Edith beamed out even a brighter smile, as she hopped up, pumping her fist in the air, "YOU BETCHA!"

"THEN LET'S GET GOING!" he shouted with excitement.

The two ran off together towards one of the cab carriages, onward to wherever they were going for their summer vacation.


Next Chapter: Welcome to the Hotel; Meet the Guests