Chapter 27: Blackmailing the Bride
The New Year had come and go. Everything the monsters learned from the human world often confused or worried them, such as baking monster-shaped cookies or flying kites to convince the monsters that nobody is doing it to harm monsters, finding the idea to be humorous. Ericka and Johnny played the part of tutors to teach the monsters of how the human world works now and different from what they're used to. Dracula's friends had gotten famous in their own way; Frank had become the host of his own talk show, Murray got the job of a fashion judge, Griffin opened his own workout group, and Wayne got the job of a tennis instructor, except he needed to stop chasing the ball like a dog. Dracula never changed, he was still the same old firm but fair hotel manager, a loving husband and father, and trying to teach his two new human friends how to work in a monster-operated hotel. Mavis grew closer than ever with her relationship with Johnny, who often took her out on date nights, or with her stepmother Ericka, often taking her on outings to spend some mother-daughter quality time together. The human holidays had intrigued or worried the monsters oddly. Of course, the monster themed holidays are sort of like a macabre parody of what the humans celebrate, but still nonetheless interesting. Mavis' 119th birthday passed quickly, growing into a mature young lady even though she still had that childish curiosity of the human world. The young couple decided to plan their wedding in December, long before Christmas comes.
The hotel buzzed with crazy preparations and decorations for the upcoming wedding of Mavis and Johnny. Of course, Dracula determined to see it fit that his daughter's wedding will be perfect and quite fancy, without any interruptions and no incidents, such as he always reminded the Werewolf family if they are going to attend the ceremony, the wolf pups must be on their best behavior. Ericka had to step in every so often to assist her vampire husband in the wedding planning, and she proved to be a natural. She checked up on the kitchen's ingredients and recipes (to make doubly sure the food is cooked correctly), buying the bridesmaids' dresses, and the lobby to be swept up and polished for receiving guests, including Johnny's family. Dracula was so proud of his human wife for taking care of problems and jobs he failed to notice whilst more important or irritating tasks prevented him from helping her, such as the zombies dropping the chandelier and harshly demanding the ballroom to be cleaned up after the wolf pups made a disgusting mess of urine and droppings on the floor.
However, the strain of all this wedding preparations took it's toll on Ericka when she realized how sickly strange she felt. Taking a break to get a drink and eat grilled chicken with salad, she suddenly felt an unusual illness. This seemed queer because Ericka had been feeling quite healthy this morning, or rather nighttime. The taste of bile started rising up in the back of her throat, so Ericka immediately raced to the nearest garbage bin and vomited violently into it, quite loudly since it attracted the attention of two witch maids, both whom had been sweeping up the floor.
"Oh dear, are you alright, Your Eminence?" asked one of the witches, concerned.
"I'm fine, please don't worry about me!" Ericka quickly assured them, briefly recovering. "Go back to your duties."
The witch maids exchanged concerned frowns, then awkwardly resumed back to work. Ericka gasped heavily and leaned against the wall, clearly she was not fine at all. Something made her so nauseous to make her throw up like that, perhaps it was the chicken she ate. Then again, it can't be the case. The chicken and salad are in good condition. But what on earth could have made her throw up? Ericka didn't want Dracula or anyone else to find out because it would become a burden on the wedding preparations, so she decided to make a secret checkup with Dr. Gillman to find out the cause. After the results came in, it never occurred to Ericka for something like this to happen, after all of the love-making she and Dracula had been doing.
"Congratulations, Countess Ericka - you're pregnant!" commended Dr. Gillman.
"Yes, well I still don't understand why because my husband and I have-" Ericka paused, not realizing what the doctor informed her as this revelation sunk in. Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief. "What?" she cried.
"Yes, Madam, you are a real live baby inside your belly," replied Dr. Gillman. "And it explains the nauseating sickness you've been vomiting recently."
For a moment, Ericka stared at the aquatic physician and then back at her womb. If she truly is pregnant, that means she is going to be a mother. A first time mother. Dracula is going to have another child. Mavis will become a big sister. Ericka's face beamed in the rays of the moonlight flashing through the window panes, filled with joy and excitement.
"WOO-HOOOO! I'M GONNA BE A MOTHER!" she cheered, overly ecstatic.
"And you might experience mood swings during pregnancy-" Dr. Gillman tried to warn her, but she didn't listen.
"I've gotta go share the news with everyone at the hotel! Ohh, Drac is gonna love this!" Ericka turned and headed for the door, when she halted suddenly as something dreadful crossed her mind. If she did tell all of her friends and family, the attention will be mostly focused on her during her stepdaughter's wedding. This is supposed to be Mavis' special night and if Ericka ruined it by announcing her pregnancy, poor Mavis will feel neglected and ignored. "If I tell everyone, it will steal Mavis' thunder. Oh, she'll hate me for this." The Countess could also remember how awful her own childhood was around the time her own stepmother had stolen her thunder when she told everyone in the family that she was pregnant. Ericka refused to behave in the exact same selfish manner just like her stepmother, so she made an ultimatum. "You know what, I'm not going to tell everyone about my baby," she decided, firmly.
"You're what?!" Dr. Gillman couldn't believe his ears, gawking at her.
"Listen, Doc, you are forbidden to share this secret with anyone," Ericka ordered him, her expression deadly serious. "I mean it! I'll tell them until after the ceremony is over. Understood?"
"Y-Yes, Madam." Dr. Gillman obeyed.
But deep down, Ericka knew very well how keeping her pregnancy a secret will give her a hard time.
In the village, Mavis and her girlfriends (Kelsey, Clarabelle, Wendy,Alex,Charlotte and Sophie) were having a night out on the town celebrating a bachelorette part just for the happy bride. Downtown was bustling with tourists and visitors all who had traveled far off to attend the wedding of Count Dracula's daughter. A couple stores and restaurants were still open, windows displaying lovely fashionable luxuries, to which the girls had bought for their bridal gowns such as necklaces, bracelets and earrings.
Wendy pointed to a spa, where the girls decided to go in for some relaxing massages, manicures and natural facial masks. Next, the group was now at a bar for a late lunch where musicians performed marvelous songs as entertainment for the customers. Not surprisingly, the girls have been banned from going to a strip club or a pole dancing class for Mavis' bachelorette party by their concerned parents. So a bar didn't seem like a bad idea for them. After placing their orders and waiting for their food to come, the girls began chatting about the ceremony and the events afterword.
"I can hardly wait for my wedding!" Mavis exclaimed. "It's going to be the best night of my entire afterlife!"
"You said it. My Daddy's been trying to get me the most expensive dress for me to wear," added Wendy.
"It's your bachelorette day". Alexandria said with a smile.
"We're all totally happy for you, Mavis." Charlotte smiled.
"Yeah, we know you're going to be the luckiest ghoul in the world," Sophie agreed.
"And I'll bet you're going to have the most adorable vampire babies ever," said Kelsey, before she smirked teasingly. "Speaking of babies, I wonder what could have happened if Johnny never used a condemn on your creepover?"
Mavis' face grew red, both embarrassed and angered at having to learn Kelsey and Clarabelle discovered what occurred during her creepover where the young vampiress had to take the dare of having protected intercourse with Johnny. "I'd rather we'd not talk about that! Besides, this is a perfect night to have fun and spend some time together."
"Aww, come on." Clarabelle was practically begging the goth girl to spill the beans. "Tell us all the juicy details! What was it like? Was he good? Or was he better than good?"
A chilling sense of a vampire's anger settled around the table as Mavis stood up and slammed her palms on the table. The expression on her ivory face had gone stone cold and her blue eyes held a tint of scarlet red. She was careful not to cause a scene so nobody will get kicked out, so she kept her roar and her temper under control. "I'm going to the ladies' room," was all she said, and stormed off to the nearest lavatory close by.
Truthfully, the young vampire goth did need to use the women's room. Not only to relieve herself, but to calm down. Mavis took a deep breath as she stared at her non-reflection in the mirror. Thinking of mirrors reminded her of the last few times she ever saw her reflection; trying to check and make sure her appearance was good enough for her former crush, Jett Black, and the time when Kitty Cartwright traveled back in time to destroy the hotel, Mavis' reflection was seen except without her fangs. "Yep, those were the days," she mumbled.
"Why, hello there! You must be Count Dracula's baby girl!" greeted a syrupy high voice.
Mavis gasped, then she whirled around to find herself confronted by a beautiful lady. She was close to Ericka's age, wearing in a golden dress with a white jacket, her hair an auburn blonde which she kept as a side ponytail over her left shoulder, her skin fair, her eyes a hazel gold, and dark pink glossy lips. Mavis had no idea whoever this stranger is, but she hated being referred to as the baby girl of Count Dracula. Hasn't people realized she has grown up and ready to get married by now? The lady expected her to answer, so Mavis plucked up the courage to speak, "Uhh, yes. That's me."
"How do you do?" The lady introduced herself, shaking the goth girl's hand. "I am Mayor Tanya Peabody from Sherman, Illinois. It's a great honor to meet the daughter of a celebrity."
Mavis recognized the woman's name. The same woman who bullied and tormented her stepmother throughout her teenage years. Ericka had once told Mavis about her troubled high school reunion because of Tanya's rudeness and cruelty. Why this woman is here in Transylvania, Mavis had a sinking feeling this was not a pleasant visit. The richly dressed lady expected her to answer, so Mavis plucked up the courage to respond without negativity, "It's very nice to meet you, Madam Mayor. Are you here for a vacation?"
"Oh, it's more than that. I wanted to pay a visit to an old friend."
"So you're here to visit my mother?"
"Mother?" Tanya gave a dark, haughty chuckle. "I assumed Ericka was a stepmother , though probably none the worse than her own stepmother."
Mavis did not feel comfortable by those words. It sounded like an insult to Ericka instead of a compliment. Looking at this woman now reminded Mavis of all the bullying Klaus inflicted upon her in her teen years. She wanted to end this conversation and get out of there as soon as possible. "Well, I can't stay long to talk. I really must be getting back to my friends." She turned for the door, but suddenly felt a sharp hand grasp her arm.
"Wait a moment!" Tanya abruptly prevented her from leaving, drawing her back closer to her form. She released the goth girl's gloved arm. "Forgive me, but I hope you could get me audience with your father and your stepmother," the last word came out callous, "because I would love to get together with them. We could talk about a lot of interesting things..." her eyes narrowed intently, waiting to see a reaction. "Sleepovers, or as your kind called it, creepovers."
Mavis faltered, as she was close to shaking in fear. Her pulse racing in her chest. If Tanya is saying what she thought it is... No, she must have heard it wrong. Besides, Mavis knew how to make a clever retort. "I'm sure you and my stepmother enjoyed those sleepovers back then, eh?"
Tanya scorned, displeased at Mavis' calm behavior. "Yes, we have." That was a lie, of course. However, the viper knew how to break her. "I'll bet you've had many fun sleepovers when you were young, too. Maybe even recently! Like gossiping about things, maybe with a certain boy!" Tanya hinted at her with an evil smirk, and then Mavis knew that she must've overheard her private conversation with her girlfriends.
"Why! Why are you doing this!" Mavis demanded, shocked. "I get that you don't like my mom, but why are you blackmailing me?! What do you have to gain from this?"
"True, me and Ericka have had our 'disagreements' over the years, but what I want is unfinished business with your father!" Tanya replied with a satisfied smile.
"What do you mean?" Mavis questioned her, wondering what she meant by that.
"If you can get me alone with your father in his bed chambers, I won't tell anybody about your secret dare with your fiancé!"
Mavis' expression had gone cold in mortified horror. The way she spoke made it perfectly clear that Tanya was only interested in ruining her father's marriage. How dare this bitch lust after her father for such a disgusting scheme? If she could, the young vampiress would've killed her on the spot. Fortunately, she remembered never to kill a human because it will set monsters back again. She resisted the urge to sink her fangs into the slut's throat. "My father will never end up with a slut like you because you don't really love him! He will never believe you because he knows you too well!" Mavis snarled. "It's my word against yours!"
However, Tanya began to smile like a cat who swallowed a canary. "Actually..." She pulled out her iPhone and replayed the conversation between Mavis and her friends.
"Speaking of babies, I wonder what could have happened if Johnny never used a condemn on your creepover?"
"I'd rather we'd not talk about that! Besides, this is a perfect night to have fun and spend some time together."
"Aww, come on. Tell us all the juicy details! What was it like? Was he good? Or was he better than good?"
"HOLY RABIES!" Mavis screamed, her ivory face going more pale than ever.
"So, are you going to fulfill my request or are you going to risk losing the image of being daddy's perfect little girl? Not only will it be gone, but I can imagine our father banning the marriage after you behaved like a whore." Tanya gave the most cruel and heartless cackle Mavis had ever heard. "It's called a hustle, big baby!"
"I... I... I'll think it over," Mavis managed to speak through stutter, in order to get her out of the way.
"That's a good girl." After tussling Mavis' hair in a mock affectionate manner, Tanya strides out of the women's lavatory as her hips swayed smoothly like a snake maneuvering within the grass.
Mavis no longer felt hungry when she returned to the table and sat down, a blank expression on her face and her eyes fixed in a stare to space. Her clueless friends, as usual, failed to see the problem like they normally did in her teenage years and assumed she must be thinking about her wedding. So Mavis just said to the waiter that she's not feeling well and requested to have her food put in a white box to take home. The poor goth girl had no idea on how to fix such a problem and who to turn to in a bad time like this.
Back at the hotel, Dracula had to make extra sure the preparations were coming along brilliantly. The cake he demanded to be baked should be Mavis' favorite; scream cheese with vanilla icing. Multiple Venus fly-traps were used as part of decorating the tables in vases, instead of normal flowers, although the fly-traps can actually move and talk, Dracula sternly warned them to be on their best behavior and never to bite anybody. He also checked over the appetizers for the guests and the table arrangements to make sure nothing is out of place.
Around that time, Ericka did her best to avoid talking to him, fearing she might spoil her secret surprise pregnancy. Thanks to those gossiping witch maids, Dracula became very concerned over his wife's brief sickness and attempted to get the truth out of her. Sometimes he questioned her too much about her whereabouts, which irritated Ericka that she almost blew up in his face.
"Moon Beam, is everything alright?" he asked, finally catching her in the lobby. "I haven't seen you all night, it's as if you're avoiding me."
"Uhh… well, I..." Ericka tried to come up with an excuse but to no avail.
"If you're sick, you should be in bed."
"No, I'm fine! I don't want to be the reason for spoiling everything."
"Ericka , you're not spoiling everything." Dracula tenderly took her hands into his own as Ericka gazed up at into his gentle blue orbs. "I'm just worried about you. If there's something wrong, you can tell me."
Ericka wanted so badly to reveal her pregnancy, but Mavis' happiness must come first and it is more important than her expectant infant. "Why don't you go check up on other things? I'll be fine."
Before Dracula could say anything, Mavis and the girls entered through the revolving door. The young vampire goth failed to notice her surroundings as her expression remained blank and pale with anxiety and fear. The other girls just acted like her strange mood wasn't a big deal and were given plenty of 'welcome back' greetings by their relatives. However, the only relative to notice Mavis' strange silence was Ericka , who looked at her in concern.
Suddenly, a group of familiar boys burst into the lobby. It was Johnny, joined by Hank and Pedro. Laughing and making crude jokes as they came staggering into the lobby. Hank's arms swayed like a great ape. Pedro hiccupped whenever he chortled. Johnny's face turned green and he puked in a vase. The smell of alcohol was so strong that it made several employees nearby plug in their noses, especially a furious Dracula.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" the vampire bellowed, grasping Johnny by the collar of his shirt and shaking him like a dog. "YOU GOT HIM DRUNK! What kind of friends are you?!" he continued to scold Hank and Pedro in a very strict manner. "I told you before multiple times; neither of you kids are allowed to drink alcohol! Don't you know what the stuff does to you?!"
"I-It was just a little b-bit, Uncle Drac," Hank stammered, trying to stand on his big feet so he wouldn't pass out.
"A little? Bah! It smells like a lot to me!" Dracula guffawed. "What if you were caught by the police for drinking under the influence?!" His chest was heaving as he finished yelling at them.
This had given Ericka the perfect opportunity to sneak away in the elevator and check up on the girls. She found them in her stepdaughter's bedroom, all showing off the dresses, accessories or sweet treats which they had bought to impress their Auntie Ericka , but the poor goth girl still sat on the bed with that same blank expression on her face.
"Mavis, what's wrong?" Ericka took her place on the bed beside the young vampiress. She waved her hand in front of Mavis' face to get her attention, and it worked.
"Nothing! Nothing happened!" Mavis stuttered, flashing a very twisted and awkward smile. "I'm just sitting here appreciating how lucky I am to have such a wonderful mom and great friends with me!" Her right eye started to twitch, and her fingers fidgeting at the bedsheets.
"Okay, young lady. What's going on?" Ericka raised a suspicious eyebrow, she knew her stepdaughter better than anybody and she wasn't buying her excuses. "Because it doesn't look like nothing. Now, tell me what happened?" her tone of voice started to sound demanding.
Defeated, Mavis sighed and she began to confess everything to Ericka about her situation with the secret dare, Tanya's sudden visit, the blackmail and her 'request' to see Dracula alone. Her words brought a chilling silence that settled within the room. Wendy,Alexandria,Charlotte and Sophie grew frightened at how the Countess will react. Kelsey and Clarabelle held their breath.
Ericka felt her blood boil. Tanya had always been a cruel and merciless bully who made her life a living hell, but to blackmail Mavis in order to get into Dracula's bed. One thing made clear was that Tanya had gone too far.
"Is this true?" There was a slight coldness to Ericka's voice, her scowl fixed upon the rest of the girls. "You concocted my daughter to have sex with Johnny?"
"It was just a dare," Sophie admitted out of guilt.
"And neither of you girls suspected she was blackmailed by an old enemy of mine?!" Ericka's voice grew stronger, ready to snap. She recalled the many times Mavis had told her stories where her friends aren't that much of help in her adventures. Truth, they are good kids. But they can be unfaithful and utterly useless when it comes to Mavis' schemes. "You're supposed to be her friends! How can you be so ignorant to her dilemma?" There was a biting frost to her voice.
"Mom!" Mavis gaped, but the human woman held up a hand to silence her.
"Auntie Ericka ..." Wendy protested, as her eyes welled up in tears.
"But we'll deal this later!" Ericka took a deep breath to calm herself, then she thought over the fact of demolishing Tanya's wicked plan. "Right now, sending Tanya packing is more important."
Tanya discovered a note slipped underneath the door with a message from Mavis which read, Come to the hotel before the sun rises. Her smile grew like a cobra who poisoned her victim. "Finally, I thought the little bat brat would never respond!" she exclaimed. Tanya instantly put on makeup, brushed her hair and put on the most sexiest, low-cut dress she could possibly find in her belongings. She was going to look extra hot today for the handsome Count.
Arriving at the hotel just as the sun was barely peeking beyond the mountains, Tanya discovered another note. This time the paper was glued to the revolving door. It said, Have a nice ride. Momentarily confused, Tanya thought it over and came to the conclusion that ride meant an intercourse position of riding Count Dracula on his prick. "Ooooh, this is going to be a day I'll never forget!" she cheered in delight.
No sooner had she entered the lobby, a burlap sack covered her entire head. Taken aback, Tanya didn't have time to completely register what just happened. "Hey, what's going on? Who turned out the lights?" she asked to no one in particular.
Two hands grasped hold of her arms and bundled her off to the top of a newly built roller coaster made entirely out of skeletons and bones. This was not the ride she had expected. Ericka and the kids had spent the entire night creating a huge roller coaster in order to get back at Tanya for blackmailing Mavis and almost ruining her parents' marriage. The wicked mayor was shoved inside an old mine cart and, just as she pulled the sack off her head, the cart was shoved forward.
The cart carried her on the most terrifying and craziest ride Tanya had never experienced in her life. The ride had picked up speed and it flew fastest than a speeding bullet. It took her through the most dangerous parts of the hotel that made her scream. In the Cerberus' room within the bowels of the hotel, the giant three-headed dog's teeth were barely a few inches within chomping at Tanya, if they had the chance. Carried through a deadly plant garden in the green house, several large Venus-fly traps began chanting "Feed me!" as their drooling jaws hovered over the petrified Tanya. The cart whirled around in a mini cyclone as it entered Glen's room. The enormous beast let out an earth-shaking bellow at being disturbed in his slumber, then tried to smash his huge fist in her path, fortunately he missed.
"AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" Tanya screamed so loudly in horror that nearby multiple glass windows shattered.
Suddenly, the mayor got hit by what she felt was another sack filled with slim and another one held white feathers. All of these covered Tanya from head to toe, making her resemble a giant chicken. At last, the ride came to a complete stop. Tanya was thrown back in her seat, very dizzy and nauseous from the effects of the skeleton coaster.
This got a chorus of laughter from a familiar group standing by the exit, having the cart carry her back to where she started from. It was then Tanya figured it out. Mavis did not agree to her sickening request, but took part in a cruel prank with Ericka , Johnny and the rest of the kids. An enraged Tanya seethed with a boiling fury. She climbed out of the mine cart and stormed up to the brunette Countess.
"This is what you and your little bratty kid were playing at?!" Tanya growled, her eyes gleamed in anger.
"Well, that's what you get for blackmailing my daughter and trying to goad your way into my chambers in attempt to sleep with my husband!" Ericka retorted, her arms calmly folded and fixing a scorned frown in the mayor's face.
"Grrr! I'm gonna sur your asses so hard, you won't even have a coffin to sleep in!" Tanya vowed revenge. "I'll have lawyers, I'll-"
Then Mavis responded with a smug grin, "Oh no, you won't."
"What do you mean?"
"Let's just say, by the time you wake up, you'll easily forget this whole ordeal had ever happened!" Mavis shot up in her face, activating her hypnotism powers and Tanya was totally under her control. Luckily, Tanya never wears contact lenses. "You will not remember blackmailing me or threating my mother. You have no memory of your punishment. Go back to where you came from and never return." Finished, Mavis' eyes returned to normal.
Tanya's expression remained blank whilst her memories vanished. Her eyes blinked, confused and wondering where she is or how she ended up in a strange castle-themed hotel. "Huh? Where am I?" she questioned.
In a flash, Mavis used her powers to put the wicked mayor to sleep. Tanya started sucking her thumb as she snored lightly. The kids began snickering quietly. Ericka picked up Tanya's phone and deleted the recording of Mavis' conversation with the girls in the restaurant, regarding her secret dare.
"So, what are going to do with her, Mom?" Mavis asked, as she assisted in carrying the dozing mayor out to a waiting hearse.
Winking slyly, Ericka responded, "Where she's at when she wakes up, she's gonna have a memorable awakening."
And Tanya had the unpleasant memory of waking up in the middle of a chicken farm.
After that whole ordeal with Tanya's threat, the skeleton coaster had to be removed quickly before anyone could get suspicious, although Ericka gave the kids a very strict lecture. She wasn't too thrilled at learning what kids had done in their Truth or Dare game during their Creepover behind Mavis' parents' back. Charlotte and Sophie were forced to turn in the condemns they bought from the local boys, and as a punishment, the werewolf twins had to help in the catering. However, Ericka promised never to speak a word of this to Dracula or any of the adults, fully aware that Dracula will forbid the ceremony if he ever learned his precious daughter had sex with her boyfriend before the marriage.
The days passed instantly and the incident was soon forgotten. Ericka remained silent about her pregnancy, despite the signs she displayed by throwing up or mood swings. The marriage went off without a hitch, completely incident free. Johnny's family attended as guests, although they found most of the monster-y traditions happening proved to be awkward for them. The father-daughter dance between Dracula and Mavis was the most magical moment in their lives. Ericka felt the time was right to announce her pregnancy, just after Dracula finished a beautiful song he dedicated toward his daughter. The entire ballroom exploded in ecstatic cheers and delighted squeals when Ericka made the announcement, though none was happiest the most than Dracula, who was overjoyed at the prospect of having another baby.
When Dracula asked why she never told anybody else, Ericka confessed that she felt it would ruin Mavis and Johnny's wedding, and the attention would be focused on her and not the ceremony. Of course, Mavis was touched by her stepmother thinking of her before herself and thanked her with all of her heart. Everyone said goodbye to Mavis and Johnny as they departed for their honeymoon; a romantic two weeks in good old London.
Mavis and Johnny had a wonderful time in London, learning of the city's interesting history and cultural, touring the sights of the most famous landmarks, feasting on delicious meals, and every night the young couple made crazy, hot, passionate love. They went to see a few charming musical Broadway shows such as Les Misérables and the Phantom of the Opera. They visited magnificent cathedrals (luckily, Mavis was not deterred by the religious or catholic wonders despite being a vampire), wandered through the most spectacular gardens, ventured inside the Tower of London where the Crown Jewels glittered behind the glass cases, visited the Tower Bridge and Big Ben and Buckingham Palace (they witnessed the changing of the guard), toured the Sherlock Holmes museum (Mavis noticed how the famous detective had an unlikely resemblance to her father with the hawk-like nose and pointy chin, except he had sideburns) and joined the Beatles tour group, gazed at the marvelous views from within the bubble in the enormous London Eye Ferris wheel, shopping and dining at Carnaby street, rode the ferry across the Thames river and the huge red double decker bus.
There is just one part of the London honeymoon that Mavis disliked; the Dracula walkthrough, where the scenario portrayed her father as the villain and this lunatic, Van Helsing, as the hero. Johnny almost screamed when the robotic figure of the vampiric Lucy Westenra burst out of darkness or the fact where in the climax, Dracula is slain with his head decapitated by someone named Quincy Morris. There is also a historic landmark where the infamous Bloofer Lady stalked the nights, feeding upon naïve children and Lucy's first night encounter with the Prince of Darkness, described in what Mavis heard to be rape. The young vampiress refused to believe her father would commit such atrocity before meeting her biological mother, but could this be a reason why humans hate vampires so much? She decided to wait until they get home after boarding their plane for the flight home to Transylvania.
