Recap: The hotel is under preparations for the party of the century! Jonathan and Mavis are going back to Transylvania for this party. Jonathan's little sister, Jenna makes her appearance. We also meet Wilbur, Wanye and Wanda's apathetic eldest son.

I do not own Hotel Transylvania. I own Wilbur and Jenna. Any OCs are welcome to join the story. Now onto the story!


The girl stared out the window. The moonlight illuminated the forest. "Cool, this is a pretty neat forest" she whispered.

A little closer look and one would notice that, like Jonathan, the girl had little freckles engraved on her little nose and cheekbones. She was wearing a red cardigan, bright pink t-shirt, denim skirt and black boots.

"So, kid, what's your business at the hotel, if you don't mind me asking?" the pumkin-headed coachman asked politely, to make conversation.

"The hotel manager's daughter is my future sister-in-law, so I'm going to meet her" the girl replied.

"Oh, so you're Johnny's sister?" the coachman asked with a small, jagged smile. The girl nodded. "I sincerely hope you gain Dracula's respect, it's pretty hard to win him over" the coachman advised.

"I'm sure I'll be fine. I have some idea how to handle a vampire" the girl remarked as she saw the castle in the distance.

The coachman just grinned more. He knew Dracula would warm up to the girl almost immediately. There was goodness in the girl after all, she would never do anything to hurt any of the monsters, especially Mavis. Just like her older brother.


The Hotel lobby's peace was soon broken by the chatter, panting and gasping of the werewolf cubs as they raced with their big brother. So far, Wilbur was the fastest, since he had longer, stronger legs than the cubs. No matter how hard his siblings pushed themselves, they couldn't overtake him.

"Wilbur! Be careful you don't hurt your brothers and sisters!" Wanda warned her eldest son as they rushed past her yet again. She had lost track of how many laps of the hotel her children had done.

"He'll be fine, Wanda" Wanye assured his wife. A pair of glasses floated by Wanye. "Hi, Griffin" Wanye remarked, not even bothering to look. Not like anyone could see Griffin anyway; he was an Invisible Man.

"Hey. Good thing you brought Wilbur along, the kid's a right hoot" the pair of glasses, Griffin responded.

"yeah, I just wish the kid starts acting his age" Wanye grumbled.

Frank and an obese looking Mummy – their friend, Murray - just started laughing.

"Shut up" Wanye remarked, not in the mood to be made fun of.

"Sorry, man, but I can't imagine Wilbur acting his age. That's why he's such a hoot!" Murray chortled.

"That's true. It'll be a while until that starts to get boring!" Frank guffawed in agreement.

It made Griffin burst out laughing.

This caused Wanye to growl and frown in annoyance at his friends.

Frank and Murray laughed harder. They always had such fun together, even when they were ganging up on each other.

"Wanda, darling! Are you excited for the party?" Eunice drawled.

"All of us are" Wanda replied with a smile.

The two women soon got into a deep conversation about how this party may potentially best Mavis' 118th birthday, courtesy of Johnny. Dracula had noticed a newcomer push her way through the revolving doors, dragging her heavy suitcase behind her. He could tell it was a human girl, aged 17 or older. He ran over to greet the new guest, who had an air of familiarity to her.


The girl looked at the ceiling of the castle. It was draped with beautiful designs and a spider web that read 'Happy Anniversary'. Unfortunately the web was unfinished. "What a bummer" she muttered lowly.

"Welcome to Hotel Transylvania" a voice greeted. The girl turned to see Dracula. "I am Count Dracula" he introduced himself.

"I'm Jenna, I think you know my older brother, Johnny" the girl, Jenna replied.

Dracula softened at the mention of Johnny. In the two years since Mavis found her zing in Jonathan, Dracula had become very fond of the red-haired human male. Now his future son-in-law's younger sister was standing before him. The polite smile that was usually adorned on his face when greeting a guest into the hotel became genuine; he could smell the good nature in her.

"Well, you are very welcome here, Jenna" he remarked, leading her through the lobby hallway. "So how was your journey?" he asked, gesturing orders to a zombie bellboy to get Jenna's suitcase.

"A bit long but fine. It was an early morning departure anyway, which makes things a little easier for you. I admit, Transylvania is very fascinating" Jenna replied. Gaining Dracula's respect and approval was easier than she thought it would be.


Wilbur stuck his tongue out at his siblings then turned to face forward. He then realised he was going to trip if he wasn't careful. (When is he ever?) He tried to skid into a halt but he tripped on the rug anyway. "Heads up!" he cried, warning anyone who might be in the way. He crashed right into Jenna. The two of them were sent bowling to the other side of the lobby and crashed into the wall.

Not realising he had pinned Jenna down because his eyes were closed, Wilbur groaned in pain. "Sorry about that, are you...?" he began to ask until he opened his eyes to see Jenna. He was apologising out of common sense but he was now speechless.

Jenna rubbed the side of her head, which was throbbing vigorously with a mix of anger and pain. Her eyes were screwed shut. She groaned as well; she was in worse pain than Wilbur was. "Hey, idiot! Watch where you're...!" she started to snap until she opened her eyes to see Wilbur. She lost the words to give the werewolf a telling off.

In a family with seven brothers including Jonathan, Jenna was notorious for her unusually short fuse. If anyone else had done that to her, she would've let one rip. But this was different.

Neither of them could look away from each other. They stared at each other with wide eyes. There was no way to describe the situation. Jenna found that she could not remain mad at Wilbur. Likewise, Wilbur realised he could not be so careless with Jenna. Their eyes seemed to briefly flash a gentle violet. It was proof Jenna knew of the most precious bond in life.

~Zing~

Did it happen? Did I just find my zing? Wilbur thought. He cautiously moved back to let Jenna sit up. "My bad. You're not hurt, are you?" he apologised.

"No, I'm pretty hard-headed. If it was any harder, it would be a rock" Jenna remarked.

Wilbur sighed in relief. He stood up and helped Jenna to her feet. "I'm Wilbur, Teenage Werewolf at your service" he introduced himself.

"My name's Jenna" Jenna replied.

"Jenna. That's a nice name" Wilbur stated, stuffing his paws/hands in his pockets.

"Thanks, I guess" Jenna remarked.


Jonathan and Mavis entered the familiar warmth of Hotel Transylvania. "I never thought i'd ever say this but I'm glad to be back. At least for a little while" Mavis admitted.

Jonathan spotted his younger sister. "Jenna!" he greeted.

Jenna's eyes lit up when she heard Jonathan's voice. "Johnny!" she cried, running over and tackling the older male into a hug. She soon released her brother when she saw Mavis.

"Hi, I'm Mavis" the female vampire introduced herself.

"I'm Jenna. Well, Mavis, welcome to our family" Jenna replied, hugging her soon to be sister-in-law. Mavis accepted the hug.

Dracula patted Jonathan on the shoulder. "Welcome back, Johnny" he remarked.


Well, how bout that? Wilbur zinged with Jenna but he's having doubts already. But seeing how their zing happened was pretty fun to watch. Mavis and Jenna got to meet. Next time Mavis and Jenna get to know each other. Thank you and don't forget to review.