Disclaimer: I don't own Hotel Transylvania.
A/N~
Okay, so this is the sequel to 'Never Saw It Coming.' As you know, it is called Finding Home. And, if you red Never Saw It Coming, you know that Mavis and Jonathon got married, Alice and Dracula had sex, and Alice left the hotel because she thought she would never be as good as Martha. So, here is the prologue.
Dracula woke up with his cheek pressed firmly to the pillow, and a strange space beside him where he had last felt Alice's warmth. He slowly opened his eyes, and noticed that Alice wasn't there. He felt a slight worry creep into him, but brushed it off.
He sat up in bed and looked around the room. She wasn't there either. He then saw that one of the dresser drawers was slightly open. He pulled himself out of bed and trudged over to the black Victorian style dresser, his curiosity piqued.
He reached his hand out and cautiously pulled open the drawer. Empty. His eyes darted around him, and the room was bare of Alice's stuff. Hastily, he opened up all o the other drawers, finding them all empty.
Then, his eyes caught sight of a small piece of paper on the dresser. He stood up straight and gently grasped the neat-looking slip of paper. His eyes scanned over the hastily scrawled note, and as he reached Alice's pretty signature at the bottom, tears welled in his eyes.
Speechless, he let the note flutter to the floor, and he stood there for about ten minutes, feeling like there was a hole inside of him. Slowly, he gathered up his clothes off the floor, dressed into them, and combed his hair flat.
He pushed open the door and saw that there was a cleaning witch waiting there semi-patiently. He walked, jacket folded over his arm, past her. He felt numb, deaf, and blind to all his senses. Silent tears stroked his face, and he didn't bother wiping them away.
He slowly walked down to his room and settled himself in his coffin-bed. He slept.
Somewhere in a house in the middle of a forest, she was waking up.