Act I: In Sheep's Clothing
Chapter 1: Missing Monsters
Vlad couldn't say that he missed having the bat cronies around. They were always so annoying whenever they weren't brooding or sleeping. He especially didn't miss how they would collectively freak out whenever the term "human" was used.
Luckily for Vlad, he wouldn't have to deal with the bat cronies again. Their loyalty to him was broken ever since he sided against them and their leader, Bela, in the fiasco the year before. He hasn't seen them since then, but he had no doubt that they were in another cave brooding, sleeping, and being annoying to poor souls who may be nearby.
As a retired vampire, Vlad would like nothing more than to spend his days in peace, however long his life will be. A great benefit of the retired life was that he could visit Hotel Transylvania whenever he wanted to see the family he'd long been disconnected from. To be fair to the old vampire, that disconnection wasn't entirely his fault.
The ancient vampire sat in the throne in his cave; in one hand was a remote control. It was night, so of course he was awake.
There were a few minor changes with the cave. The entrance no longer had jagged spikes from the floor and ceiling because - according to Mavis - it was distasteful and that there was no need to guard the cave. There were a few torches burning all the time so Drac and his people could find the place better. Other additions included more furniture and family photos scattered all over the cave.
Recently, the spikes at the entrance wouldn't have seemed like a bad idea. Vlad was unnerved by the recent disappearances, and he wanted to be as safe as he could be.
A few feet in front of Vlad sat a television screen which stood on top of something that Vlad could only refer to as "the TV table." He had no idea how his grandson-in-law was able to power a TV in the cave. Everything Johnny said about "satellite" and "HBO" went over Vlad's head. What concerned him was whether or not the TV would work. Still, he didn't fully trust the machine. Part of Vlad was convinced that televisions were mind control devices, and - in a way - they were.
"Unbelievable," Vlad groaned as he watched the program. "Who actually enjoys this garbage? I, for one, could not care less to keep up with the whatever-they're-called."
He changed the channel with his remote.
"The zombie representation in this show is highly inaccurate," Vlad complained. "If I were a zombie, I'd be offended."
He changed the channel once again.
"Preposterous!" exclaimed Vlad. He continued, "No human can control a dragon, much less three of them."
Vlad scrolled through the channels once more.
"Kakie love cake!" said the pink monster on the screen.
Vlad's eye twitched. He then said, "I love the kid, but his taste in entertainment really needs some work. I remember the good old days where public lynchings were the best entertainment around. Don't you?"
No one answered.
Vlad turned his head left and right, almost as if he was expecting someone - anyone - to be there. He sunk back down into his chair.
"I really need to stop talking to myself," he muttered. He then let out a loud sigh. "I need a hobby."
Even old vampires lived relatively mundane lives. However, Vlad thought he lived a pretty full life. After living almost one-thousand and three-hundred years, he's seen pretty much anything a vampire could see. Once in a while, luckily, Dracula and his pals at the hotel show Vlad something new. That makes every trip to the hotel worth it for Vlad.
He realized that it has been a while since he checked his mailbox. He checked it more often following the reunion with his family because the Hotel was always having something extravagant in the works, and Vlad was always invited. Unfortunately, he didn't come as often as he liked.
He got up from his throne and walked toward the exit of the cave where his mailbox was. He didn't care that his television was left on. That mailbox was one of the few things that Vlad owned which made his cave somewhat resemble a home. It wasn't just for show, either. Sure, the mailman would never show up to 666 Gory Lane, but Dracula's servants would often put letters in there for Vlad.
As terrible of company the bat cronies were, at least they got Vlad's mail for him. One of the downsides of not having anymore servants was that you had to do everything yourself. He couldn't imagine living like his son: doing everything for everyone.
"Alright," Vlad said as he opened his mailbox, "let's see what we have this time."
He grabbed the one letter which lay for him inside.
"From the Hotel," Vlad said to himself. "Of course it's from the Hotel. Who else would send a letter?"
Normally, he'd walk back to his throne to open the letter, but he was too eager to read its contents. Using his long, curved nail, Vlad cut open the letter. He took out the card that lay inside, crumpling the opened envelope in his hand and throwing it off of the side of the cliff the cave rested on.
A smile grew on Vlad's face when he saw the large, cursive words that the card had.
Vlad read, "'You're invited to Mavis Dracula's one-hundred-and-twenty-seventh birthday. Geez, what's up with the Dracula's and their birthday parties. I haven't had a birthday party in one thousand years!"
Vlad then opened the card to see if there was a personalized note inside. However, as he opened the card, a piece of paper fell out of it. The paper was - obviously - tucked in inside of the card. The old vampire did not notice the paper falling out. His attention was directed toward the small note that was written inside the card.
It read:
Dear Dad,
As you may know, Mavis' one-hundred-and-twenty-seventh birthday is coming up in a few weeks. It would be wrong to not invite you to this occasion. It's been a while since the last gathering. It'd be good to get you off of your ancient booty.
Furthermore, I'm sure if you've heard the news of those monsters going missing. We're all concerned here. We'd like you to come to the Hotel and stay with us a while until this whole fiasco is solved. I know that this isn't the first time we asked this of you, but we wouldn't ask if we didn't think it was important. Should you choose to go, our doors are open. Just so you know, Mavis insisted that we get an answer from you directly. So, she and I will visit your home soon. No need to clean up for us, however.
Sincerely,
Your Son, Count Dracula
"Well, at least he's looking out for me," said Vlad, scoffing.
He then looked down at the ground below his feet. There, he found the slip of paper that fell out of the card. The paper - which was actually more like a playing card than a piece of paper - was completely red on the side Vlad was looking at.
Vlad curiously bent down and picked up the card. He brought it up to eye height to examine it. On the outside, the card was nothing special. It was just a plain red on that one side. However, the figurative blood drained from Vlad's face when he turned the card over.
On the other side of the card was the capital letter "H" colored golden on the red.
He heard shuffling behind him. He knew that he wasn't alone. Not anymore.
"So, what is this?" asked Vlad. "A calling card? It's the twenty-first century. Nobody does this sort of thing anymore."
"I figured that you'd appreciate a more classical touch," said a rough, male voice behind Vlad. The old vampire recognized the voice.
"You?" Vlad asked. "It was you the whole time? You're the one behind the disappearances."
"Bingo," said the voice.
Vlad turned around to face his adversary. He saw the man hidden in the shadows of his cave, but he knew who he was. Unfortunately for Vlad, there was more than one shadow in there.
One of the shadows stepped into the moonlight. Vlad studied him to try to place him. He was humanoid with dark brown skin, wearing cloth for underwear, orange hair all over his body with a mane around his head, beady black eyes, and two sharp teeth like a vampire's except it came from his bottom set of teeth.
"Grendel," Vlad said. "You're with him?"
"His path leads to a better future for us all," Grendel said.
"Is that what this is about?" asked Vlad. "I brighter future. I don't suppose you'll tell me why you're doing this."
"All in good time, old man," the voice said. "Unfortunately for you, I'm going to have to tell you this story somewhere else."
"I'd rather not leave my home, thank you very much," argued Vlad.
Vlad was much taller than the intruder he spoke with, but he couldn't help feel incredibly disadvantaged. Overconfidence was a fatal flaw, and Vlad knew better than to walk that path. He wasn't sure if he could take on everyone in front of him.
"What you're telling me is that you don't want to do this the easy way," the intruder said with a sigh and a great sense of disappointment. "No problem. We can do this the hard way. Although, I'd hate to treat an old man with such force."
"You won't have to," said Vlad with a strong sense of determination. He gestured his hand toward the intruder to use his body immobilization skill. That ability has never failed Vlad in the past, and that thought was exactly what was running in Vlad's head.
The confidence in Vlad quickly died. The intruder crossed his forearms in front of his chest, making an X-shape. The red energy which usually surrounded Vlad's victims of immobilization appeared for a second but then disappeared. The intruder was not frozen in place; nothing happened to him. Vlad's facial expression turned from happy to stern as quickly as he could transform into a bat.
"Tsk tsk tsk. I'm sorry old man, but I'm not like everyone else," the intruder lectured. "Your tired old tricks aren't going to work on me. There is a silver lining, however..."
The many shadowy figures that stood to the side of the stranger stepped forward into the moonlight, closing in on Vlad.
"I know for a fact that we're doing this the hard way," said the intruder. "You can try to turn into a bat and fly away, but you know my Hunters will catch you. You can try to use all of your powers on them, but you know they'll overcome them. But, please... it's been a while since they last fought a worthy adversary. Show them a good time before they take you down."
Mavis knelt down next to the birthday invitation her father sent to her grandfather. It was dirty, as if someone had repeatedly stepped on it. In fact, she was certain that that was what happened.
Next to the birthday card was the red calling card. It too was dirty. Mavis picked it up and turned it over to find the golden "H" on it.
"What is this?" she asked herself.
She heard footsteps coming from inside the cave. Turning her head to look at the source, she found her father walking towards her with his head down and body concealed under his cape. The expression he gave was less than cheerful. There was no way that he had any good news to give.
"I can't find him anywhere," Dracula informed. His voice slightly quivered with worry. "I've checked everywhere and everything. His things are still here, but he is..."
"Dad," Mavis grimly called, "you don't think what happened to those other monsters happened to him, do you?"
"I don't know what to think," Drac said. "We can't brush that off as impossible, though."
"Any chance he went out to run some errands?" asked Mavis, desperate for something good to swallow.
"The television was left on, Mavey," Drac pointed out. "He would've turned it off if he simply went out."
Mavis sighed. "Yeah," she said. "If only he agreed to our offer to stay at the Hotel the last time we asked him, we'd have been able to protect him."
"Neither one of us could predict that this would happen. Besides, my old man is stubborn... But, I suppose it runs in the family."
Mavis giggled, saying, "Yeah, I suppose it does. Gosh, I really hope Dennis doesn't turn out like us. Stubbornness-wise, I mean. Not that there's anything wrong with us, but - "
"I get what you're saying," said Drac, nodding. "Still, better stubborn than a slacker."
"Might I remind you that you gave that certain slacker permission to marry your daughter," said Mavis, looking up at her father with a raised eyebrow.
"And I love that slacker, Mavey," Drac assured. "I'm just saying the world could benefit from someone else like us. Speaking of, did you know that your mother - "
"Wanted another child, but you thought I was already a big handful," finished Mavis. "Dad, I've lived with you for one-hundred-and-twenty-six years; there's not a single story you haven't told me."
"Right," chuckled Drac, nervously.
His nervousness made Mavis uneasy. All that told her was that Drac had more secrets. However, she knew that those secrets couldn't be hidden forever. Pure experience taught her that.
"Anyway," Mavis transitioned, "here. Check this out." She threw the red card at Drac, and it flew like a frisbee.
Dracula caught the card with one hand and inspected it.
"I don't remember that being a part of the invitations. The 'H' mean anything to you, Dad?" Mavis asked.
"I can't say it does," Drac admitted. "Perhaps it doesn't mean anything at all. Perhaps you're vampa is - "
"Vampa?"
"Vampire grandpa. Come on, Mavey, that's obvious. As I was saying, maybe your vampa is a weird collector. He could have hundreds of these things lying around."
"Dad, in situations like this, we can't brush anything off like that. That card means something. I'd put a stake in my heart for that fact."
"Okay, I get what you're saying."
Mavis got back on her feet. She folded the birthday invitation and put it in her pocket. Drac threw her the card - which she caught with one hand - and she placed it in the same pocket as the invitation.
"Too many questions, and not enough answers," muttered Mavis. "What in the rabies is going on?"
If someone close to her wasn't involved, Mavis would've almost been excited by the mystery. That wouldn't be the case it seems. The mystery had affected her personally, and she was determined to get to the bottom of it; not for the thrill, but for her family.
"I don't know," Drac answered, "but we are going to get to the bottom of this, Mavey." He approached her and put his hands over her shoulders.
"I'm sure we will," Mavis agreed with a nod and smile. "But in the meantime, I think we should cancel the party plans. I'm getting too old for these things anyway."
"Nonsense," asserted Drac. "We're too far into development to stop now. Besides, with monsters disappearing everywhere, we need the monsters at the Hotel to feel safe. To do that, we need them distracted."
"We can't just make them act like nothing bad is happening," said Mavis.
Admittedly, she was frightened herself. It took a lot to frighten a monster. However, nothing like the situation they were in has ever happened before. In the old days, the only reason for monsters disappearing was that they were killed by humans. That didn't happen anymore, obviously.
Her father was displaying the overprotectiveness he was infamous for. She couldn't blame him for wanting to keep the monsters as safe as possible, but keeping them distracted from the truth - she thought - was immoral.
"We're not going to make them think that nothing out of the ordinary is happening," clarified Drac. "They're monsters, not babies. I'm just saying that they shouldn't be thinking it's the end of the world. Neither should we."
He does have a point, Mavis thought
She knew firsthand how unpleasant it was to be lied to. She knew that ignorance wasn't necessarily bliss. However, as she matured, she understood where her father was coming from. She understood the motivations for the actions she once condemned. Now that she was put in his shoes, she couldn't deny the wisdom in his advice.
"Alright, I get what you're saying," said Mavis, nodding. "But, you better make this the best party ever, or I'm going to be upset. Heck, it needs to make Dennis jealous or else it's a failure."
"Do not worry, Mavey," Drac promised, smiling. "It will be lit."
"Yeah, it better - Wait, what? Lit?"
Dracula was incredibly confused by Mavis' confused look.
"Problem?" he asked.
"Not really..." Mavis lied. Sighing, she decided to explain to her father the irritation she had. "It's just really weird for you to say that."
"Is it not a popular term?" Dracula asked, confused. "I overheard some of the wolf-pups use that term."
"I guess it's popular among younger people," Mavis informed, "but you're in your five-hundreds. Heck, even I'm one-hundred-and-ten years too old to say it for it to not be weird."
"I really hate keeping up with the times, you know?"
"Do me a favor, Dad, and never say that in front of Dennis."
Dracula looked down at his feet. The flustered look he had in eyes during his banter with his daughter was gone. It was replaced by gloom.
"Does Denisovich know?" Drac asked in a quiet voice.
"What do you mean?" Mavis questioned with a raised eyebrow, needing clarification.
"Does Denisovich know about the disappearances?" Drac elaborated.
Mavis sighed and answered, "No, not yet."
She thought Dennis was too young to understand such dire events. Of course, she wasn't wrong. The child was six years old. All he should've been concerned with were his classes, his toys, and his family.
"Good," said Drac. He nodded at Mavis with approval. "I'd hate to see him upset. What about Johnny?"
"He's the one who told me," answered Mavis.
Johnny was much more connected to current events - of both humans and monsters alike - than she was. Once in a while, he liked to feel useful, and Mavis was more than happy to allow him to be.
She let out a deep sigh, looking back into Vlad's cave one last time. The stress was building up which was unfair because her birthday was coming up. It was the one time of year she shouldn't need to be stressed. However, she was a tad bit grateful because her father's responsibilities were quite heavier than hers. That was one of the things that made her admire Drac. He was always so busy, yet he never showed how his burdens weighed him down.
On the other hand, Drac was happy to take those responsibilities. No way would he let Mavis and Johnny take over his duties. He wanted his daughter and her family to live as happy of a life they can live, as would any father. He owed Martha that much. Besides, he was scared that someone else would get it wrong.
"So, what do we do now?" Mavis inquired.
"We go home," Drac said. "We be the best hosts we can be."
"We should at least make an attempt to look into this," opined Mavis.
"I'll have some of the staff go out there and see what's up," Drac offered. He had plenty of disposable goons who could get the job done. He just had to be careful to not call them "disposable" to their faces.
"If we're responsible for protecting them," Mavis continued, "then shouldn't we - "
"We are hotel people, Mavey," said Drac, calmly. "We are not detectives."
Mavis then asked, "Well, if we can't solve this thing, then who will?"
Al sat over the edge of the Empire State Building, just outside of the cages of the observation deck. It was night - the preferred time of day for a vampire. No one was around which was strange because it was a popular tourist spot. However, Al wasn't bothered by it. He liked the privacy. He didn't have to pretend to be someone he wasn't. The wind was rough, but not any rougher than he was used to. However, he grew up learning how to be as slick as possible in dangerous situations, so it wasn't as if he was going to fall.
He wore what he always wore: black-and-white sneakers, navy blue jeans, a red-and-white-striped shirt under his black, un-zipped zipper jacket with the sleeves rolled up to his forearm. His short, messy, bed-head black hair rustled in the wind. His green eyes were fixated on his smartphone.
His phone vibrated and he looked at the name on the screen. Bringing the phone to his ear, he pressed the digital green button to answer.
"Hey, Ma," Al greeted. "Me? I'm just sitting atop skyscrapers and brooding - Y'know. Basic vampire stuff. We're out of the blood substitute? Yeah, I can pick some up. Any preference on what type? O negative? AB? Alright. I'll be right home. See you soon."
He slipped his phone into his pocket, and from his other pocket, he pulled out his earbuds. After spending a good half-minute trying to untangle the infernal things, he managed to straighten them out. He then took his phone and plugged in his earbuds. Opening the music app, he scrolled for a song he was in the mood for.
Al smiled as he chose the song. He always was a sucker for Queen. If you were to ask Al what mankind's greatest invention was, he would answer "classical rock." It was quite bizarre for Al to consider that music "classical," because it seemed like only yesterday that that genre of music was the most popular kind. He was immortal, though, so that was probably the problem.
"Tonight," Al said, mumbling along, "I'm gonna have myself a real good time. / I feel alive / and the world is turning inside out, yeah! / I'm floating around in ecstasy."
Al closed his eyes and threw his arms to his side.
"So, don't stop me now. / Don't stop me now."
He then jumped ten feet into the air, twisting and curling as he reached his maximum altitude. He was incredibly high above Manhattan, and he loved the feeling. He pitied the flightless humans as they could never have imagined the feeling of freedom flying gave.
"'Cause I'm having a good time, having a good time!" exclaimed Al as he went into free fall.
"I'm a shooting star leaping through the skies," sang Al as he dropped towards the ground with his face first. He was committing a dangerous action with a smile on his face.
"Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity," Al sang as he transformed into a bat. In his bat form, he looked no different than any other vampire-turned-bat except his eyes were green.
Singing was a strong word for what he was doing. He was definitely saying the lyrics to the song, but he failed to hit every note. He was also doing it quite quietly. He was mumbling the lyrics as any person would do. He didn't want his voice to overpower his earbuds.
In bat form, his earbuds disappeared so he heard no music. However, he knew the lyrics to the song well enough to continue mumbling.
"I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva," said Al as he quickly descended in between the buildings and over the loud, busy, car-filled streets of New York.
"I'm gonna go, go - OH NO!"
Al wasn't paying enough attention. He was flying towards a bus, but he was too busy remembering the lyrics to pay attention. Were it not for the bus honking at him, he wouldn't have swerved out of the way. Luckily, at the last second, he spun right and barely dodged the bus.
Al turned his body around, flapping in the air, staring at the bus that was getting farther away from him.
"Hey, I'm flying here! I'm flying here!" called Al. He knew the bus driver couldn't hear him, but it was just habit. He learned the line from the humans.
"No way!" said a voice on the street.
There was a lot of chatter on the streets of New York, but Al's enhanced vampire hearing allowed him to single out the voice. From the sounds of it, it came from a young man.
Al turned toward the street to find - sure enough - a teenaged boy wearing jeans and a hoodie two-sizes-too-large staring up at him with awe.
"You're The Fang!" exclaimed the teenager.
Al wasn't worried about people paying them too much attention. A lot of people didn't believe in The Fang, although Al found that ridiculous because they were coexisting with monsters. All monsters and humans in New York who chose to believe in him knew that The Fang was a vampire. He wasn't being too secretive about his identity, either. He wanted people to believe in him because he was proof that monsters have progressed since the ancient days.
Although he was in a hurry to pick up some blood, Al reckoned that the kid deserved at least some recognition for his good eye. So, Al flew down towards the sidewalk where the teen stood among the crowd of busy people and transformed back into a humanoid.
If he were to transform in front of people like that years ago, there would've been a panic. However, in the years since monsters started coexisting with the humans, everyone has become numb to such feats. That served Al fine, though. He would've hated to be the center of attention all the time like that. He felt more comfortable around humans more than ever, along with most other monsters. This comfort they had was proven when Al saw a hairy, blue monster and a reptilian humanoid walk by as part of the crowd behind the boy.
"I'm The Fang," Al confirmed, holding out his hand. The teenager shook it rapidly. "Although, I really do hate that name. But, some guys called me it, and it stuck. How'd you recognize me, if you don't mind my asking?"
"There are few vampires living in NYC as it is. Besides, The Fang is reported to have green eyes. Dude, I'm a huge fan of you," gushed the teen. "You're - like - a hero. It was especially cool when you stopped those guys from robbing that bank with your stealth moves and stuff."
"Yes," said a weirded-out Al. "My 'stealth moves' are quite effective."
"Can I take a picture?"
"Uh... Sure?"
The teen took out his cell phone and opened the camera app. Al posed for the selfie which the teen happily took.
"Awesome," the teen said, looking at the photograph where only he was visible.
"Thank you very much, bleh, bleh-bleh," said the boy with a terrible Dracula impression.
Al let out a deep, disappointing sigh.
"I don't know where that came from," complained Al. "I don't say 'bleh, bleh-bleh.'"
Once again, Al transformed into a bat and took off. The teen, although he was just reprimanded, was still smiling.
It seems that he could never get away from the stereotypes of his people.
"Now, where was I?" Al asked himself. "Oh, right. There's no stopping me."
Music made being a vigilante fun. Whenever Al found criminals doing despicable things, he would always listen to music as he took them down. He loved to pretend he was in some cheesy action movie. Al liked to think that he was like Batman if Batman allowed himself to have fun.
He flew over a rooftop and transformed back into a humanoid. He landed on his feet and broke out into a sprint. The music continued to play in his ears so he sang along as he leapt from rooftop to rooftop, occasionally transforming into a bat to get past a gap too large to jump through.
"I'm burning through the sky, yeah," mumbled Al. "Two-hundred degrees / That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit / I'm traveling at the speed of light. / I want to make a supersonic man out of you!"
Due to Al's enhanced vampire hearing, he managed to hear a faint cry for help nearby. He stopped mumbling to himself to focus better.
He wished that he had clairvoyant eyes like other vampires did, but he didn't have them because no one taught him how to use that ability. He had to rely on his enhanced senses. He focused on the continuous cries and looked around. He saw that they were originating from a nearby alley.
Despite the man's cries for help, no one would come. It was an odd effect that Al observed humans to have: they always assume someone else would step up in their place. Al knew that no one would come to help the man if he didn't do it himself. As The Fang, he had a call to answer.
"And I thought tonight was going to be boring," Al said to himself. "This seems like a job for The Fang... Damn, that sounded so much cooler in my head."
"Why did I accept that name?" Al asked himself as he flew down towards the alley. "It's so cheesy and dumb. I should be called... The Widowmaker. No, too dark. The Shadow? No, too edgy. Although, I supposed The Fang is already pretty edgy. The Watcher? No, too creepy. Batman would be accurate, but it's taken."
He entered the alley and took a turn. Finally, the problem was spotted. A man wearing a leather jacket, jeans, and a ski mask cornered another man wearing typical white-collar attire. The armed man was getting closer to his victim with a knife. Al was sure that the victim had already wet his pants.
Heroicly, he transformed back into a humanoid on top of the assailant, falling on top of him and slamming him onto the ground. The surprise caused him to drop his knife which the victim instinctively kicked away.
"Thank you, sir," said the grateful victim.
"No problem," Al modestly stated. "I'm just doing my duty."
"You're him, aren't you?" said the man. "You're that Fang guy."
"The name is The Fang... Man," Alucard said, still confused as to what to call himself. He regretted it the moment he said it. The "Man" was added because Batman was on his mind.
"The Fang Man?" asked the victim.
"That sounds so stupid," insulted the mugger.
"Whatever," muttered Al. He then spoke more clearly; almost like a superhero. "Good sir, please go home and change your pants. Be careful next time you travel alone in the dangers of the dark night."
The victim thanked Al once again, and he scurried off and out of the alley.
"As for you," Al said, looking down at the mugger he still had his foot on, "I really don't have the time to tie you up and leave you to the police, so I'm just going to let you off with a warning."
It wasn't the most responsible thing for a vigilante to do, but Al truly believed that if the man learned from this experience, he would vomit at the thought of crime.
"What warning?" asked the mugger.
Al smiled. He knew exactly how to make sure the man learned his lesson.
He flew out of the alley with the mugger's clothes (minus the underwear). Al dropped the clothes off on a nearby rooftop of an apartment building and continued on his way.
"In about eight hours, he'll wake up almost completely nude," Al summarized. "Best. Warning. Ever. Now about the name... Wing of Justice? No, too long. Also, that's more for a bird. The Phantom? Oh, that sounds good. Probably taken, though. The Specter?"
He continued trying to name himself as he flew towards the monster-owned supermarket in Manhattan where any monster - and the occasional human - could go and fill their monster-grocery needs. They had it all from scream cheese to a vampire's blood substitute.
"So, that's the vigilante? The Fang?" said Grendel to his master.
The two observed Al traveling through the city from a distant rooftop. Al could not have suspected anything out of the ordinary, much less two people stalking him from a distance.
"His name is Alucard," said the master. "And yes, he is The Fang. Oh, that name is just so dumb. You'd think he pick something more creative."
"It shouldn't be too hard," Grendel confidently stated. "We take him the same way we took that old vampire."
"We're not here to take him," said the master. "We're here to break him."
"And how do you plan on doing that, sir?"
The mysterious master smiled and said, "We put a stake through his heart."
To be continued in the next chapter
Infinite Cypher presents
Hotel Transylvania: Blood Ties
Author's Note:
Hope you guys liked the chapter. Please leave a comment or review to let me know what you think.
Well, years after I finished my last story (Frozen: A Sky of Shadows), I'm finally back to writing. I've tried (and failed) to write a few more Frozen stories in the meantime, and although I was able to get a few chapters in, I ultimately gave up due to a lack of reader interest and even my own. So, I decided to take a long break.
I've renamed myself "Infinite Cypher" because "InfiniteAssassin" was really quite a silly and childish name. I'm older and more mature now, so I reckoned it was time for a name change.
Recently, I've been working on another Frozen story (which I'm much more interested in working in than previous stories) and already have a good handful of chapters completed and edited. However, I realized that the scale of that project was quite large (2 long sequels) and I needed a lot of commitment to get that story out there and finished.
I've decided to take a break on that project and work on this story, Hotel Transylvania: Blood Ties. I found this franchise to be quite underrated and saw a lot of story potential. I also saw how few Hotel Transylvania stories were out there, so I decided that I should get my story out there.
Ciao.