Author's note: So this here is a bit different for an HT fic as it mainly focuses on the realities of war and betrayal and what could have possibly happened if humans didn't fully make peace with monsters. I've had this idea stuck in my head for awhile now and was actually inspired by some DennisxWinnie fics back in 2016, now I have it fleshed out enough to get it started. Story will be a T rating for violence, blood, and language but I could bump it up later for possible sexual content.
Special note: As far as my Femur Island fic goes it's on hold for now, I don't know when or if I'll start updating it again.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone here, Sony Pictures Animation does. My OCs are mine.
Chapter One
Martha
Martha
"How did this happen? How did it get to this. . this wasteland of nothingness? Could I have saved them? Saved them from death and saved us from this?
The count received no answer from the portrait. It was half burnt and her face was slightly distorted but he could still see those eyes, the eyes that he once looked into and cherished so long ago. He would always ask her in his dire time of need, and he would always receive no reply. He honestly didn't know if he was insane or just one day expected her to come back.
Dracula moved away from the painting as there was no point in talking to himself, and went to the window facing out of his private bedroom. His steel eyes gazed along the city limits of New Transylvania and to the horizon beyond, nothing but dust dunes and dead trees. "My sweet blood–bat is still out there somewhere."
He didn't know how or why, he just felt her. Him and the others searched everywhere, anytime they could for the last thirteen years and still no sign of her. Maybe she was hiding, and for that he couldn't blame her. Maybe what she saw that night thirteen years ago was enough to break her or this whole damn war perhaps, and come to think he hadn't been a great father either. He was going to find her though, even if it took scouring every inch of the earth for the rest of his days.
More lights flooded the streets below as the monsters became active and the sun dipped below the horizon. The city was to become even more crowded than usual as today was the one year anniversary of C–day. Monsters will come from all over the world to celebrate and tomorrow representatives from the different nations of the UMA will show to hear the annual address from the count of Transylvania. Only this time, Dracula will not do the talking.
Dennis has proven himself a capable leader at the end of the war, leading the Guardian Squad. They were a small unit ment to defend the new city from any threats both from monster extremist and possible human marauders, composed of Dennis, Winnie, and a few others. Dracula made sure they were well trained and that Dennis knew how to properly channel Dark Magic without it consuming him. Dennis was technically the only heir to the castle and to Drac there was no better leader than him, sure he can be a bit arrogant and clumsy at times but he sheds a new light on a old and dark legacy.
"Well, no point in letting him sleep in."
Drac made for the large door and grabbed his cape on the way out. He took one last look at the painting before closing the door for good.
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The vast concrete and marble corridors of Castle Transylvania were virtually empty, save for the suits of armor standing guard along the walls. Only the count's family and close friends were allowed to visit without registering due to a close call assault from the Dark Brood, an attack that was thwarted by Dennis and the Guardians.
Drac moved briskly down the hall towards Dennis' quarters. Knowing the hybrid, he was probably still asleep.
"Hey, Drac!"
The count stopped at the all–too familiar voice of a large golem. He hoped he would get to his grandson without being interrupted but like always, somethings were too much to ask for. He put on a smug grin and turned to face the golem coming down the hall. "Ah Frank, I see you've arrived early."
"You bet we did! Eunice got us some seats on the first Vulture Wing going out for Transylvania, though I think Wayne and Wanda might be stuck using one of those big cabs."
Dracula rubbed his chin. "Hmm yes, I heard the situation was hectic their way. So, how is Jake faring?"
"Oh man he can't wait to be back with his old friends, that's all he talked about this last month."
"You know it's only temporary, right?"
"Yeah yeah, at least he gets to see his old squad again before going off to the frontier."
Drac smiled, the Guardian Squad truly had an unbreakable bond. "I'm sure Dennisovich would be eggar to see him too."
"Say, how's that squirt been? Last I heard you gave him the promotion of his life."
"He's been his usual cocky self, even more so since he found out he's becoming count."
Frank let out a triumphant laugh. "Ha! You better not let that power go to his head. What about you? Retirement?"
"Me!? No, I think I'll go see the world now that it's under the new order, I already have my bags and My personal Vulture Wing ready."
"Oh." Frank's right eye dipped but he kept his enthusiastic cast. "Well one place you should totally check out is New Cairo, Murray really has that place bangin'."
"Indeed." Drac turned and was going to continue down the hall. "I have to wake Dennisovich, you and the others make yourselves at home."
"You're looking for her again, aren't you?"
The count stopped and tensed, frozen in his boots. There was no point in avoiding it anymore. Slowly, he turned and looked the golem in the eye who now wore a slight frown. "She's still out their… alive, I can feel her."
Frank looked down and rubbed the back of his neck. He knew there was something off about his friend stepping down so fast from his position, but now he knew everything. "I don't know man, I mean you think she would have came back already if she was alive."
"She's a Dracula Frank, we don't die we come back stronger."
"I'm just saying man, between the war and reports of human marauders the odds of her alive are pretty slim, not to even mention the Dark Brood still have it out for us."
"She IS alive, and I will find her this time and bring her home."
Frank winced when he met his friend's icy stare, those eyes of metal he was familiar with during the war. "Well," he sighed, regaining his speech. "Me, Wayne, and I'm sure Griffin would lend a hand. I know Murray has his hands tied with Sahara but I can call him for resources."
"Thanks but no thanks, I have to do this discreetly and I can't do that with the pack in tow."
"Alright man, we—"
"FRANK! You left me again you bastard!" The enraged voice of Eunice echoed throughout the halls.
The golem's eyes grew wide. "Oh shi. . I better go." He turned and sped down the opposite hall which was quite comical given his size. He turned one last time at his friend, "let us know if you change your mind!"
Drac nodded before Frank disappeared around a corner and gave a collective sigh of relief. Though he appreciated his old friends, they were a real drag on him recently. He didn't know if it was his age or the war.
He resumed his stroll towards the end of the corridor, glancing at the electric lamps every now and then. One of the few 'sorceress' technologies he appreciated.
Drac now stood in front of the door belonging to a Dennisovich Dracula. He pressed the top button on a pad just above the handle, a small tone played after and repeated for a few seconds. No response and no sound came from inside. He pulled back on the handle which was thankfully unlocked, sparing him the trouble from having to use the master key.
Drac pushed open the door to reveal a spacious and messy room. CDs and game cases lay scattered on one side and some empty soda cans and dorito bags on the other. The count just shook his head at the sight. "Being a hero, you'd think the boy would have a little more integrity."
His eyes moved to the stylish coffin against the back wall and he made his way to it. He knocked on it's smooth surface once.
"Count Dennisovich, you can't run a city if you're not up in time to run it," Drac called out.
Again, he got no response. He opened the lid to reveal an empty coffin. A devious smile spread across his scarred face, he knew exactly what was going on. Closing the lid, he looked over the room. "Oh Dennisovich, you know you can't best me at this game."
Drac began to stalk the room and just like a Pike in murky water, kept his predatory eyes open for the telltale shimmering of prey. He thought he saw a glimmer out of the corner of his eye but continued like he hadn't.
"You know boy, I was half your age when Vlad drilled this tactic into me." Drac taunted.
He froze before the window, and scanned the entire room. That's when he saw it, just a tiny shift of dust move on the floor.
CRUNCH!
A dorito bag went flat. Drac grinned, the boy done goofed.
With a swift motion, Drac snatched at the air above the bag. He caught nothing.
"Why you little—" he snatched again, this time in the air above him. He felt something small squirm in his grasp and looked to see a bat materialize into reality, still flapping it's wings. "You've gotten better with your reflexes, but you've still yet to master the cloak."
The bat wriggled free and flew out in front of Drac where it transformed into a rather handsome nineteen year old hybrid. Dennis maintained his small frame from childhood but was physical fit compared to his father, it was hard for Drac to believe Winnie had few inches on him. That was contributed to him losing his locks. His hair was now an utter bedraggled mess and had a small goatee on his chin.
"Oh come on dude, you're so predictable and I had everything planned out."
"That may be true," Drac couldn't lie about that. "But your movements are too erratic, even the slightest shift could give you away. Oh yeah, and what did I tell you about this 'dude' crap?"
Dennis looked down in defeat, still wearing his arrogant smirk. "Whoops. . won't happen again chief."
Drac rolled his eyes at his grandson's attitude. "Boy, if you ever want to get as good as your Papa Drac I'd suggest you start taking your training more seriously, and it wouldn't hurt to pick up your room."
"I'm already good, and it's not my fault Vlad's an old fart that forgets half the stuff he teaches."
Drac simply shook his head and face palmed. "Sure you're good, for Bela and Dark Brood hooligans but Lillith help you if you encounter an adversary on my level."
Dennis waved him off. "I'll have Winnie with me. Doubt she'll let anything happen to me, and together we're like fuckin' invi—"
"Dennisovich! Unless that tongue of yours gets cleaned, I might reconsider my decision."
The hybrid's smile disappeared. Those words along with Drac's steel tone was enough for him to quiet down and listen. "Whoa sheesh, alright, I'll tone it down on the language."
"Good my boy," Drac's gaze lightened a bit. "The C–day parade starts in a couple of hours, I suggest you shower up and be ready for our motorcades."
Dennis gave an 'ok' sign before turning for his personal bath room. "Be ready before you I bet."
"Oh please," Drac sighed. "And please do something with that hair!"
Dennis could be heard grumbling something incoherent before shutting the door.
Drac deeply exhaled before moving over to the window and gazed out over his city. Night had fallen over New Transylvania and the streets were now lit with activity. This was to be his grandson's city soon and he would be lying if he said he had full confidence in him. There was no point in worrying now, the decision was made and he knew that whatever's going to happen will happen.
Well that's it folks, the start of what would hopefully be my last HT fic before I work on another series. The time this story starts in is March 10, 2030 and I actually have a timeline I've been working on to show what happened with the world in the previous years.
