So this is my first fan fiction I have ever written in my life, so it's probably not going to be great… Anyway, I decided to write it on Hotel Transylvania, which was actually really fun to do. My story is a retelling of the movie, but it's kind of it's own separate universe. I guess you would call it an AU? Anyway, I made some major changes from the story, which are probably really noticeable as you go on. There will Javis in this story of course, but it'll be a twist I think a lot of you will really enjoy. Also, don't worry about the OC's in this story, they're not going to steal the cannon character's spotlight. In fact, most of them are really only side characters! Enjoy the story and please give me some review so I can improve on my skills!

Helsing Act 1 Scene 1

Amsterdam, 1894

"Uncle Abraham!"

He ran into the house as fast as he possibly could. The discovery that he had just made would change history and nobody even knew it yet. He was a genius. No! He was a mad genius, for only a nut would even attempt to experiment on something like this. He clenched onto his papers and research as he barged into the study that belonged to his uncle. It was barren. All of his Abraham's books, essays, displays, hell even writing utensils, were gone.

"We put them in storage Sander. I'm sorry." Sander turned around to see the melancholy face of his uncle's housemaid, Betje.

"Dear God," He said as dread began to fill up within him. "He's getting worse isn't he."

"Aye, the doctor came by and diagnosed it today." Betje said as she began to attempt to wipe off her tears with the sleeve of her dress. "Said it was Tuberculosis and he don't have much time left.

"Christ almighty," Sander said as leaned back against the doorway. "He was fine a few months ago when I visited him. He said it was only a cough."

"That cough sadly turned into tuberculosis," Betje said with a tired sigh. "He wanted to see you one last time before he passed on."

"God give me the strength…" Sanders said as he walked out into the hallway. Hacking sounds could be heard from his Uncle's bedroom. "God give me the strength," he repeated as he opened the door. Sanders slowly walked into the bedroom, trying not to make too much noise. He couldn't help but notice how dark it was, seeing how he almost tripped over a bag. He grabbed a chair and moved it near Abraham's bedside. Even though he was fast asleep he looked like he was in agony, it broke Sander's heart. He didn't look like the strong, big, hearty man Sanders saw as a child, he looked so weak… so old. Sander could honestly not even recognize him, and that was terrifying. Just then, the older man began to cough up blood. Sander quickly grabbed a napkin from the table and put it up against his mouth.

"Sander, is that you?" Abraham asked in between coughs. Sander smiled and put his hand on his shoulder. "I thought you would never come back in time."

"Yes, Uncle Abraham. I came back from my research in Transylvania as soon as I heard you deteriorated." It was a blatant lie and Sander knew it. He honestly came back to share his research, but if it gave his uncle comfort, that's all he needed. Abraham looked up weakly at his nephew and sighed.

"Don't lie to me, son. I know why you came back "Abraham chuckled as he pointed shakily to the papers in his nephew's hands. "You can't fool me even in death."

"I know, Uncle." Sander said. "I know."

"Sander, I want to tell you something…"

"I have something to tell you too," Sander said. "But, you can go first."

"Sander, I want to say that out of all my nieces and nephews… you always were my favorite. If my son was still alive I would've wanted him to be just like you." Abraham said softly as he put his hand on Sander's cheek. Sander felt his eyes begin to water as he put his hand on his Uncle's.

"You are not going to die, Uncle." Sander said softly. "I can save you."

"Nothing can save me now," Abraham replied. "Death is inevitable, Sander."

"That is what I came to talk to you about," Sander said as he pulled out one of his papers. "During my time in Transylvania I discovered something extraordinary."

"What?" His uncle asked. Sander only smirked as he gave the paper to his uncle to read. He watched happily as Abraham began to skim the pages. "Are you telling me that the vampires living in that country are somehow connected to eternal life?"

"Yes," Sander said excitingly. "I have deduced after months of research that the blood that these monsters contain is filled with chemicals that reverse the aging process significantly. This blood can heal all wounds and cure all sicknesses. Uncle, you will live!"

"If you were experimenting on vampire blood you would need to get it." Abraham said with a puzzled look. "Tell me, how did you get this blood?"

"Simple, I killed one."

"Christ, Sander!" Abraham said as he bolted up. He grabbed his nephew's shirt collar and shook him frantically. "Please, don't tell me you drank the blood as well!"

"Uncle," Sander said as he gently pushed his Uncle back. "How else would I be able to experiment my theory? No one else wanted to even go near the blood or even look at it out of fear."

"Sander, I do not understand why? Vampires are docile creatures as long as they are not provoked. Yet, you barge in and murder one-"

"Uncle, please, it was not murder. Those heathens are not even human anyway. It's not like that vampire could feel sorrow or happiness like humans can."

"How do you know that they can't?" Abraham asked sadly. "How do you know if that vampire didn't have a family or something?"

"Please," Sander said hastily. "They are doomed to live alone in the dark shadows of the night."

"Sander, how can you be so weak minded and hateful?" Abraham said. "They might not be human but that doesn't mean they can't show emotion. As far as I'm aware most of them stopped drinking blood decades ago."

"Uncle," Sander bellowed. "I don't understand! I did this research so you would be healed from this wretched sickness, but now you're basically saying what I did was wrong? Why? Why do you torture me so?!"

"Sander, I want to die. I want to be with my son and wife again."

"Why would you want to die?!" Sander interrupted. "Why do you want to watch yourself fade away into nothingness?"

"I would rather fade away than watch everyone I care about turn to dust at my feet." Abraham replied solemnly.

"You are a fool, Uncle. I give you the chance at eternal youth and life, yet you refuse the offer."

"Sander, do not do this to yourself, pleas-"

"Well then," Sander abruptly said as he stood up from his chair. "I think I better be going. It's getting late and you need your rest. I will see you in morning, Uncle."

"I doubt that, son. I doubt that." Abraham wheezed. He couldn't even finish before Sander walked out the door.

After the long walk to his house, Sander stood at the mirror in his bathroom. His hair, which was once sprinkled with gray and white was now it's brownish red color again. The crow's feet and numerous wrinkles he had seemingly vanished, leaving behind only freckles near the bridge of his nose. For a man nearly the age of fifty, he didn't look a day over twenty-one. He couldn't help but smile at the handsome looking man that was himself. Even if Abraham didn't appreciate his research, whose to say he himself couldn't? He did all the work, why shouldn't he enjoy the fruits of his labors? Besides, he would be doing the world a favor by getting rid of those satanic beings. It was settled, he was moving to Transylvania.

"Those village idiots may be afraid of you, vampires. But, I am certainly not." Sander sternly said. "It is time for you to go back into the darkness...where you belong."