I dedicate this fanfiction to my girlfriend, and a special thanks to Twintailz,Penelope Anne Neptune, RnR66 and wollaceb for helping me in the translation.

CHAPTER 3 - Scent of life

The darkness of the night came early in the hotel and all over the hotel; monsters began to pick up the scent of food from the kitchen. Many monsters woke up because they were hungry and they began to run along the corridors, making a lot of noise. The shrunken heads shouted, "Do not disturb!" which only further increased the noise, but Jonathon continued to snore quietly. One arm and one leg hanging off the bed and there were ruffled blankets on the ground.

Knock, knock, knock.

Someone knocked on the door, but the boy continued to sleep.

"Wake up sleepyhead, otherwise we won't have breakfast!" Mavis said loudly, but inside there was a grunt of a zombie.

"If a zombie is already cleaning his room, he must have already come down..." the vampiress thought. Then she heard a bang and a more human groan.

"Ouch! What a hit!"

Jonathan had fallen out of bed as he was waking up.

"Everything okay in there?"

"Yes, it's all okay!" Jonathon began to dress hastily, so he could hardly keep his balance.

Shortly after he opened the door and saw Mavis waiting for him, she immediately grabbed his arm and led him to the ground floor. They passed the mess hall where guests were already gorging and they arrived in another room beyond the hustle and bustle of monsters, with a very long table that was only set for three.

"Good evening, Dad!" Mavis exclaimed to her father sitting at the head of the table. She sat next to him, and then continued to speak, "Why didn't you set the table for Jonathon?"

"Yes I did, my Dead-ums!" Dracula, with a fork in his hand, pointed to the opposite side of the table. From this distance, she could barely see the plate.

Mavis looked at him perplexed, she felt teasing.

"The men at the head of the table!" Dracula stated to his daughter, but it was clear that it was only an excuse.

Jonny sat in that place. For him, it was difficult to move the massive hand carved high-back wooden chair.

"Good evening, Drac! What is the weather like at your place?!" Jonathon shouted jokingly to protest.

"What? Would you like a worm cake?" Dracula shouted in response.

The boy did a face palm in despair, and then looked at the plate. There was a kind of pudding yellowish thing with some strange things inside. He took a spoonful and put it in his mouth without the courage to inspect his food. It was chewy and sticky, sweet and a little sour. All in all, it was good, but he would not know what was inside it.

Jonathon finished his breakfast starting to peel a black apple.

"Ouch!" He cried with his mouth full of the sticky pudding.

Dracula's head snapped up at the boy then put his eyes on his daughter. He seemed troubled.

Mavis stared at the almost finished pudding. She was pretending that nothing had happened, but her heart was pounding. She continued to chew, but she could not swallow. She felt a lump in her throat, and her legs were trembling. There was something in the air. It was a strong smell, intense and intoxicating.

"These knives are too sharp!" the boy complained.

Blink.

Mavis heard the sound of a falling drop, a slight sound, but it echoed in her mind.

The vampiress turned to the boy and even though he was about twenty yards away, she noticed a red spot on the floor, to which a second and then a third were added.

Blink. Blink.

This sound still echoed in her ears. She turned her eyes on Jonathon. He was cut by the knife and had a red trickle running down his wrist.

"Why is it that blood attracts me so much? I've always been able to sniff out blood, but never so much! I feel it in my nose, on my skin and on my tongue…and…I like it…but why? My father said that human blood is disgusting and full of crap!" Mavis thought.

Her thoughts were interrupted when her father got up to go to Jonathon.

"Mavis, can you check that everything is okay in the kitchen?" Dracula commanded to his daughter.

She said nothing and ran away without wasting time. She wanted to find an excuse to get away from them while her father solved the problem.

She did not stop in the kitchen, but she ran directly into the bathroom of the restaurant where she spit out the mouthful of food that she could not swallow and ended up throwing up from excitement. The sour and acid taste removed the smell of the blood from her nose.

Mavis rinsed her mouth out and wet her face with cold water to clear her chaotic mind.

She looked in the mirror as if she could see herself. She felt a strange tingling in her mouth, so she opened it as she leaned toward the mirror.

Winnie opened the door, but the vampiress noticed her only when the little wolf was already climbing the sinks.

"You are funny, cousin! You can't see yourself!"

Mavis, who was almost scared, turned her head sharply.

"When did you come in?" Mavis asked with a smile. Then she approached the little wolf-girl and stroked her head.

"Do your wisdom fangs hurt?"

"No. it will be decades before those are grown!"

"So…why are your fangs longer now?"

This question surprised Mavis. Then she put two fingers in her mouth to "see" for herself.

It was true. Both of her canines were elongated. This had never happened before.

Concern came back to Mavis, so she ran away from the bathroom to be alone.

The girl opened the door, but she did only a few running steps.

BAM!

She crashed right into Jonathon.

"Are you okay? So…I'm not the only awkward one here!"
Mavis grinned reassuringly, being careful to not show her teeth.

"Look at this cool sticking plaster that Drac gave me!" exclaimed Jonny. It was blue with black bats drawn on a starry sky.

"Yes…Cute…" the vampiress said, looking away, and then she continued, "Now, I'm going to my room for a moment."

"Can I come too?"

"NO." Mavis said to cut the short conversation and ran away.

When the vampire girl came to her room, she locked the door and window. She wanted to be alone and that did not include a meeting with Jonathon and her father. That would only worry her more.

She lay down on her bed and closed her eyes for a moment to relax, not thinking about anything in particular. Her tongue felt her fangs retract. This calmed her down, but for how long?

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Sorry for the delay of the chapter, now I will try to update at least one chapter a week.