Chapter 2: When Michael met Mavis

Dracula was still in a worrying and frustrating combination of emotions, at seeing what his plan to protect Mavis for eternity, had unwantedly attracted, in the form of a masked human. What was freaking Dracula out the most, what that this human in particular, was nothing like any of the others he had ever seen or encountered, the man didn't talk, he didn't cry or scream, he didn't even move much, even the Zombie Bellhops made more sound, emotion and movement than this human, and how was Dracula going to make him leave the hotel, without killing him?

Dracula managed to get the masked man into hiding in one of the rooms, before attempting to find out more about this 'Human' & why he came here…

"I still don't understand why you came here, & can't really say or do much, since you can't talk!" Dracula said in frustration, as the masked man tilted his head, left to right and back again, while still breathing heavily. "Will you stop tilting your head like that?! It's really freaky! And annoying! & yet I don't even know your name!"

The masked man's breathing then fell silent…

"Michael…" The man replied, in a muffled blank tone.

"What?" Dracula asked in confusion.

"Michael… My name, is Michael…" The man said again, in his muffled blank tone.

"Alright then, Michael, so you can talk, you're mute after all..." Dracula said in surprise.

"I can speak, I just choose not to speak, normally." Michael replied blankly again.

"Look, I don't really care about that, you need to leave." Dracula said reasonably but still with slight anger.

"Or what? You'll bite me in the neck, and drink all my blood? That is, if you really are Count Dracula…" Michael asked, still showing no fear.

"Oh, Classic human paranoia, Human blood is so fatty, and you never know where it's been." Dracula sighed with familiar frustration, before explaining.

"What? So… Dracula, the Prince of Darkness, doesn't drink blood?" Michael said, in slight surprise.

"No, I use a Blood substance, like near blood, or blood beaters, you really can't tell the difference…" Dracula explained more.

"Huh… So you really are Count Dracula." Michael said with slight more surprise, but still not much emotion.

"Yes, but let's get back to the main situation here… getting you to leave…" Dracula said, as he opened the room windows, before transforming into his Vampire Bat form, and lifting Michael by his collar, before hauling him out the window…

"Hi…" a female bat said as flew up in front of them.

"Mavy, what are you doing up here, my sweet little Blood Orange?" Dracula said nervously, but with reassurance. "Our friend was just leaving…"

"Yeah, he was just flying & dropping me off outside the window…" Michael said in an unamused jokey attitude.

"He is so funny, this guy." Dracula joked and laughed pretended, before flying Michael back into the room, and transforming back into Vampire form.

"Oh, look there's something on your face, Play along if you want to leave without any trouble…" Dracula said angrily in Michael's face, while grabbed on to him.

"Fine, but I don't see how this is going to work…" Michael whispered with no fear, as he turned towards the other bat, which then transformed into Mavis, the gothic girl he saw earlier…"Whoa…"

"Who exactly is that?" Mavis asked in concern.

"Uhhh… Honeybat, you see, it's your birthday, and I want you to have best, specialist party of your life, so, uh, well, I needed some help…" Dracula said nervously, but reassured his daughter, while still grabbing a hold of Michael.

"You needed help…" Mavis said in a mixture of Suspicion, confusion and concern.

"Well, Look, I am very good, but I thought it would be even more bestest and specialist, if someone closer to your age, would help plan the party." Dracula explained.

"You're my age?!" Mavis glared, while looking straight at Michael, with a glaring open smile.

"Uh, yeah, well, how old are you?" Michael asked, with a slight sense of nervousness.

"118, what about you?" Mavis replied, before returning the question.

"Fift..." Michael tried to reply, just as Dracula gave him a slight elbow in the stomach before… "I mean 121…"

"Really?!" Mavis asked with excitement.

"Uh huh…" Michael replied.

"You see, everything is very very normal, I'm throwing a party, and he's helping…" Dracula reassured Mavis again.

"Sir, There's an emergency!" A suit of armour called, catching the attention of Dracula, Mavis and Michael, who tilted his head again in curiosity, to see how it was moving, as there was no one wearing it.

"Not now, can't you see, we're in the middle of something very normal here?" Dracula said, as Michael walked over to the suit of armour.

"Oi, what's going on here? There's an emergency in your precious hotel, and you're not running to fix it? Why? Is it because of him?" Mavis asked in suspicion, as Michael continued to examine how the armour suit was moving with no one wearing it, as well as fight with it.

"No, Precious bones, it's not because of him." Dracula replied with reassurance.

"Good, then go check on the emergency, and I'll keep him company…" Mavis said simply.

"NOOOO! Anything but that!" Dracula gasped with horror.

"What?" Mavis asked with sudden confusion.

"I mean, he needs time to plan, and if you're keeping him company, he's not planning, he's a company keeping, & then the plan… it doesn't get planned…" Dracula said nervously, while keeping a happy reassuring tone, while trying to guide Mavis out the door, who was still looking at Michael with an interested smile on her face.

"Uh huh, Good one…" said the voodoo doll face, hanging on the door knob.

"Shut up!" Dracula silenced the doll face.

"Ok? So, maybe when you're not planning later, maybe we can hang out." Mavis said, as she walked back over to Michael, who was now holding the armour head, in which he knocked the rest to the floor, as he looked back at Mavis, who then used her finger to flick a few strands of Michael's mask hair.

"Sounds… Good?" Michael said with slight unassuarence.

"Yes, you hear that? That sounds good, so you will hang out, see you later my honey…" Dracula said in his pretend attitude, as he guided Mavis out of the room, before closing the door, looking back at Michael with a dark look. "Ok, you're not hanging out, because you are leaving."

"I easily guessed that…" Michael said unamused, as Dracula pressed a brick in the stone wall, which opened up the wall, revealing a secret passage way…

"But sir, the emergency!" The armour helmet said.

"Follow me…" Dracula said, before taking off into the passage way, as Michael dropped the helmet and slowly followed him, as the wall closed behind him…

"Boy, that guy was strong… and smelt…" The armour said…

To be continued…

HORRORMANIAC19 MESSAGE:"Hi viewers, Rory here, hope you are enjoying this new fanfic of mine, I understand those who are HALLOWEEN fans, that Michael Myers never talks, but I'm taking inspiration from Dr Ranbir Sartain's line: He can speak, he just chooses not to..., O must point out that the timeline of Michael in this fanfic, is mainly based on the 1978-2018 timeline, but will have elements and references from all the others, including the Rob Zombie timeline, as well as introduce new elements to Michael's upcomning backstory... Hope you enjoy the rest of the upcoming chapters, please Fav/Follow and comment if you like this fanfic, and PM me if you have any ideas that you'd like to see... Thank you and continue enjoying, Rory out..."

"P.S, There will be some different scenes and lines in this fanfic, as well as edited lines..."