Hi again! I KNOW that this isn't another chapter of "Hollow Memories", that will probably be up... tomorrow, I think. But I really couldn't pass on the opporrtunity to write this story up. A request from ghost509, whom this fanfic is dedicated to (you earned it, pal), and also to all of you who follow me ferviently (even if you are a small number, I don't care, as long as you are interested in what I do). With nothin else to say, let's get to it:

"Is this all I mean to you? An object to have fun with whenever you want?"

"I don't know what you are talking about, Mavis"

"I saw you! With that girl in the nightclub! You think I'm stupid, Johnathan?"

"I don't! She was just a friend, I don't know why you are so upset about this, we were just talking and…"

"Just talking?! I saw YOU kiss HER! In the lips, Johnathan! I might not know much about humans, but you do not kiss someone when you love another one!"

"…"

"You know what? I'm out of here. This was it, Johnathan. I tried to play dumb and justify your actions, but it turns out I'm not dumb enough to keep tolerating them. I'm leaving, and don't bother to follow me!"

"Fine! Go away, I cannot stand your jealousy either. I was fine traveling on my own until you came along!"

Mavis woke up, remembering where she was. The room was dark, signaling the arrival of the night, the safe moment for her to get up and do her activities. But she didn't want to do anything tonight. In fact, she hadn't wanted to do anything ever since… that day. The day she realized her Zing's true colors.

She was still having daymares about that day, remembering more details every time. It was painful to remember, the fact that Johnathan thought of her as nothing but a fling, a throw-away relationship in which he could do whatever he pleased and she just had to keep her mouth shut about everything. As much as Mavis loved him (he was her Zing, after all), she hadn't fought against her dad's overprotectiveness, against the monster world's prejudice against humans, and against the public opinion of her dating a human just for him to throw all her sacrifices away and play with her emotions the way he did it. It was depressing for her to think about it, but it was hard to do anything else. She curled up in her bed and threw the duvet over her form. It was actually better for her to just lay there, thinking about it until she no longer had strength to cry about it.

God damn you, Johnathan!

Count Dracula was extremely stressed. For one, the hotel was almost full, only a couple of empty rooms left. The guests were, as always, varied in form, colors and necessities, and thus, all the hotel staff was working over-time to make sure every single one of the guests was satisfied with the services provided to them. At the same time, the Hotel Transylvania Manager was also worried about his daughter and the circumstances of her break up(?) with Johnathan. It was an issue that he hadn't quite gotten around to address, partly because his daughter was not yet ready to talk about the issue just yet, and also because he didn't want to be given any more reasons to hate the human. He had trusted the kid with his daughter, the most precious and valuable being in his life, and the… bastard had just wasted the opportunity he had been given.

"I knew humans weren't to be trusted!" he muttered with a scowl on his face.

Now, that isn't fair! Just because Johnathan hadn't turned out to be how they thought he was didn't mean that all humans were bad. But it was fair to say that Dracula's trust in humans had been badly wounded by this situation. While he now knew they were not out to kill him (at least not all of them), Johnathan's transgression proved that some of them were the metaphorical wolf in sheep's cloak.

Enough of that, he dryly thought, the business with Johnathan is a tragedy, but I still have a Hotel to run. Whenever Mavy is ready to talk about it, she will. In the meantime, I'll just keep an eye on her whenever I can.

And that settled everything about it.

Joseph Horseman stopped at the Hotel's entrance. This was supposed to be his last run of the night, probably even for the entire season, before everyone else got back to their homes. The prospect of going back to a somewhat-peaceful routine was, for once, an attractive proposition. The driver dismounted from the hearse and removed the pumpkin head, just to allow his real, human-looking head, to come out from inside his torso. It never escaped his attention the rather unconventional and outright useless characteristic that his kind had: being able to hide their head inside their torsos. While good for laughs and stuff, in the end his race had somehow adopted the habit of spending way too much time with their heads inside and using cursed pumpkins in their place. Whether for intimidation or for protection, he didn't know, but old habits die hard and he was no exception.

"Huff! I need to spend a bit more time with my head out!" he exclaimed, as he breathed the frigid night-air. Ah, yes, the clean forest air, unpolluted from any weird chemicals that humans use in their vehicles. How can they breathe those awful things in the air? Beats me. He was already heading to the revolving door when he heard the sound of horse hooves striking the asphalt on the entrance. When he turned around, he could see what it was: another Horseman, this one with a flaming pumpkin head and riding on a black horse. The powerful animal stopped nearly in front of Joseph, and the rider dismounted.

"Look who finally decided to drop by. Tired of scaring old ladies and playing the badass monster?" Joseph snapped, not amused by the theatrics and certainly not scared by the black-clad figure in front of him. The flaming pumpkin came off, and the head of the newcomer came out. He was a younger male, and by the looks of it, not slightly surprised by the cold reception he was getting from the older Horseman.

"I see your hospitality and social abilities are still top notch" the young man replied in a sarcastic way, which earned him an immediate rebuke.

"Don't talk to me like that, Kevin Horseman! You might be a grown-up now, but I'm still your father. Show some respect for once!"

"Sir, yes sir!"

"What are you doing here, anyway? I thought you 'grown-up, independent' monsters were all out there, mingling with humans and playing the brave guy with their lives"

"Believe it or not I felt like spending time with you, but I see now that I made a stupid choice."

"I'm not a dumbass, kid. You want something, and you think that I'll just give in and help you get whatever it is. Sorry, but not this time, I've gotten myself in enough trouble by helping you out."

"I meant what I said! I'm not here to get anything out of you! Why can't you believe in me for once?" Kevin was used to his father's indifference, and he wouldn't have felt insulted in the slightest way had his father been right about his reasons to be there. But this time he just wasn't, and that seriously ticked him off, "But you know what? Fine, if you don't want to believe then fine, I'll just stay here for the time I had planned to stay and not bother you. Just don't say that I never even tried to fix things between us"

Kevin left without saying anything else, heading for the reception desk with the now-extinguished pumpkin below his left arm. Joseph couldn't avoid feeling slightly guilty at the way he had treated his son. He really hadn't meant to hurt him, but the kid wasn't exactly the easiest person to relate with. Still, Joseph decided that he would apologize and give him a chance… as soon as Kevin cooled down and was willing to listen to what he had to say. An equine snort made him return to the present, and he addressed the creature that had created it.

"Hello, Hades. How are you doing, old pal?" he said, running his hand through the ink-black hair of the animal.

Hades, being a sentient creature (tragically unable to communicate verbally) did his best to answer. I'm great, thanks.

"I can see that. Have you… been keeping my boy safe?"

A simple nod, which was pretty clear to anyone. Yes.

"Good, that's... great news." Joseph trailed off, and Hades held his gaze on him, "I know that I was… a little bit harsh with him…"

A long snort was Hades answer. No shit, Sherlock.

"It's just… I've seen this already, and… he just doesn't learn. I don't know how to make him understand that what he does is risky and should be taken seriously. I just… want him to think a little bit before doing the things he does."

The horse was silent this time, with nothing to say that could possibly help lift Joseph's mood.

"Anyways, I'll go inside, it's been hell for a few days and I need to rest. You know the Count doesn't mind you eating the grass, do you?"

The horse was chewing a lump of grass by the time he finished the sentence. Already on it, mate!

Joseph could only chuckle at the sight and make himself scarce, already planning when it would be best to approach his son to apologize. And maybe spending some father-and-son time, as he wanted.

During dinner, that might probably be a good time. After all, it was still early in the night.

So... what do you think? Please remeber to review, feedback is MUCH appreciated, especially when it comes to new ideas like this. Those of you wondering about the update rate (now that I have no less than four active fanfics), I don't want to promise anything, but I'll try to update this along with Hollow Memories. That would be everything I guess... anyways, it's almst 3 a.m. so I'm out, see you on any of my next updates.