Here's chapter three! :)

Chapter Three

Dracula was just checking in at the front desk when he heard the news. He just finished up with it when one of the phones rang. A zombie picked it up, and he heard the voice loud and clear on the other line. "Hello," the female voice greeted, "I'd like to arrange for a pickup." He listened to the details of locations and such, until the zombie asked for the name of who was being picked up. ""Oh," she said, "It's my sister; Alice Drake. No check-ins just yet. Just pick her up today. Thank you."

Drac stood there in shock. "A-Alice..?" He whispered to himself. Alice was coming back. He didn't know what to feel. Happy? Overjoyed? Relieved? Anxious? Worried? Tense? Angry? Shocked? He couldn't help to feel a little of all of those; mostly though he did feel excited. He bit his lip, and turned to face the door. He wanted to get it all over with, and see her again. He had some questions.

"Go send a car out now," he told the zombies, not wanting to wait, "And hurry up with it. I think we'll be opening up that room again..." Now, all he could do was wait. He wandered over to a dining area and ordered breakfast. His stomach was empty, and his nerves felt as if they were one fire. He hurriedly scarfed down all the food he was handed, then left the room.

He paced through the main room, greeting new guests now and then, and finally decided to sit down. Pacing around making his legs sore wouldn't bring Alice to him faster. He found a comfortable chair, and settled down in it.

Before he knew it, he found himself growing sleepy, and his eyelids were drooping. It was all he could do to keep himself upright before falling asleep.

Alice walked back into her "bedroom." From now on, it would just be another temporary place to sleep. Sighing, she began to pull the stuff all out from the dresser drawers, and off the tops of end tables. Things felt still, and silent. It was as if this was a truly serious situation, and the atmosphere was playing the part.

After gathering up all of her belongings, she searched the house for her suitcase. Finally, she found it set by the front door with a small note attached. She pulled it off, and it said:

Hey sis. I'm sorry I couldn't personally see you off. Something urgent called me to take leave of the house for a little while. Anyway, I love you my little sister. Good luck, and give me a call sometime soon. Don't be a stranger. You know where I am now.
Megan

Alice took a deep breath, and stuffed the note into the pocket of her jeans. She grabbed the suitcase and dragged it to her room. After stuffing everything in there, she looked around again to make sure she hadn't left anything. She walked over to the mirror, and looked at herself. She was wearing light grey skinny jeans and a knitted blue sweater. Grabbing her brush, she ran it through her silky black hair, making it look neat.

After that, she decided to pull her waver out of her bag, and let it heat up. She immediately set to work on her hair. After she was done, her hair looked and felt light and wavy. She put the waver back, and applied a light coat of pinkish-red lipstick, and silver eye-shadow. She sighed again, and repacked all of the makeup.

Now, nothing to do but wait. She grabbed her suitcase by the handle, which extended to allow it to roll on the floor behind her. She dragged it along, bringing it to the front door, and walked outside. This was the last she would see of this place in a while, she thought. She closed the front door and sat with her suitcase on the front step. This is not where she had imagined herself being.

The minutes ticked by slowly, and she pulled out a pair of soft grey gloves as it started to grow colder. She zipped the suitcase back up again after putting them on, and sighed, once more just waiting.

Finally, she spotted a dim pair of headlights in the distance. They began to steadily come closer, growing brighter looking as the vehicle approached. She stood up and dusted off her clothes. Now, the small black car was coming to a halt right in front of her. She allowed a zombie to take her bag, and climbed into the car.

Everything inside it was soft, red, and comfortable. She settled her back up against the back of the seat, and closed her eyes. After a few minutes of driving, she realized that she wouldn't be able to sleep. She felt too tense; this was too important to her. She opened her eyes and stared out the window at the night sky.

The stars twinkled up above, glittering like diamonds in the beautifully colored sky, seemingly free of clouds and other blemishes. After what seemed like five minutes but was probably an hour, they were riding along the road that led straight to Hotel Transylvania. She felt her stomach tighten with uncertainty, as she did not know what to expect there.

Her nervousness grew as they came to a halt in front of the doors, and she took her bag from the zombie. She began to slowly walk towards the doors, pulling along her black suitcase behind her. As she walked through the doors, the first thing she noticed was him.

He was slumped over, asleep, in one of the large armchairs located near the front doors. Sighing, she walked over to him quietly, and knelt down beside him. "Drac," she murmured, gently shaking his shoulder.

He slowly opened his eyes, and looked straight into hers. "Alice," he whispered. Suddenly, he flung his arms around her back and pulled her close to him. "Alice I've missed you so much." She closed her eyes and hugged him back, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. She relished in his closeness, and wanted to stay like that way forever.

"Drac," she choked out, "I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I-...I was so foolish. Drac, I love you. I love you so much; more than anything. Please...please Drac, please forgive me."

He pulled away and kissed her gently on the forehead. "Come with me," he whispered, taking her hand. They walked, hand in hand up to her old room, and he pulled the key to it out of his pocket, then gave it to her.

A small smile lit her face, and she silently unlocked the door. She put the key in her pocket, and they both walked in, closing it behind them. She rested her suitcase against the dresser; everything was just the way she left it.

She turned to face him, and he pulled something out of his other pocket. It was the bottle of perfume she had left there. She walked closer to him and gently wrapped her fingers around the glass bottle. He leaned down and gently kissed her lips, bringing his hand up to brush her cheek softly.

They pulled apart, and she walked over to the dresser to set the perfume down on it. Drac followed her, and stood behind her as she spritzed it on her neck and chest. He smiled at her through the mirror, and said, "Let's go to the roof."

Alice let him take her hand, and he opened up the window. They both turned into bats and flew up to the roof before becoming vampires again, and sitting down. He pulled her to him, resting her head on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her waist. She moved her other hand to his lap and took his free hand in it. They sat that way, holding hands, for a few minutes.

"Why did you leave?" He asked her finally.

She took a deep breath, and answered truthfully. "I left because..." she had to stop her voice from breaking, and continued, "Because I was afraid that you would never love me truly, because you already zinged...I thought that I would never compare enough..to.." She didn't have to finish, he knew what she meant.

He held her hand tightly, and whispered, "Alice...I love you. I love you so much, and Martha..I love her too, but she's gone. And...you're here. You are the present." He took a deep breath, "And she is the past. She will always be a part of me...she is Mavis' mother, and she was my wife, but my heart belongs to you now, and you alone. I don't care about zinging...I love you."

She turned to him, and they pressed their lips together, locking in another kiss. He wrapped both arms around her back, holding her tightly as they kissed together in the moonlight. Finally, as they separated for air, Alice told him plainly, "I zinged with you before...a while back. I didn't want to admit it, but I did."

Drac smiled. "Alice...I have to tell you something...I think, in special cases, you can zing again. Because...I think that I may have zinged with you. And...well, you know."

Alice gave him a relieved smile and whispered, "You don't know how happy that makes me."

He smiled back, and replied, "I think I do." And so they resumed their kissing, and they sat there until morning came, and they returned to her room. After that, they resumed where they left off, except in the bed.