Alright let's try this again. I'm not doing very well in this story and I'm not sure why. Just need to get the rest of the OCs and then we'll get back to the plot.
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Inmoon's POV
The darkness was thick and all-consuming around me. It stole into my lungs and froze me from the inside out. I fought and snarled against it as the drums began to pound. I howled to the depths in distress, begging my friends to help me. There was only the drums in response to my howls. The relentless drumming grew louder and louder until it rattled my bones.
The gate glowed before me in the darkness and I watched as a massive crack formed with each steady pound of the drums. The screeching had ceased and only the drums remained. With every beat of the endless drums the crack in the great gate grew in width and length. Symbols fell away in fragments and with a final pound the gate snapped in two.
The darkness shattered around me and the deep black veil fell away in shards revealing a room I was familiar with. I spun back around to the broken gate and came face to face with the long dagger teeth of a Vour as it grinned maliciously. With an unearthly wail it lunged forward and slashed my chest. I fell to the dusty ground in a splatter of deep crimson that spread from my chest.
Dracula's POV
The screaming is what I woke to, the agonized shrieking coming from Inmoon as she thrashed in her sleep. I dropped from the ceiling and was at her side in a flash. I threw back the covers to be met with a pool of blood that grew wider with every second that passed. I slapped her across the snout and her eyes flashed open only for her to squeeze them shut and scream again in pain.
"Go get towels from the bathroom!" I shouted to Isobel and she scrambled off.
I waved my hand to remove the glamor and was met with a grisly wound that split open Inmoon's chest. Her fur was matted with blood and I could see her sternum and ribs, a startling white in an ocean of red.
"There's a severed artery! Get me something to clamp it shut before she petrifies!" I instructed Lorelay as Isobel returned with the stock of towels. "Isobel! Gag her. We can't have anyone calling the police and then get me your strongest liquors!"
The Banshee pulled a face momentarily but quickly moved to do as I instructed. I pressed a towel to Inmoon's chest and applied pressure. Isobel returned with a small clip in her hands and I snatched it.
"Hold her down now!" I screamed as I opened a bottle of liquor with my teeth.
The moment she was secure I poured the alcohol over my hands and dumped the rest of the bottle on the gaping wound in Inmoon's chest. She thrashed violently but there was nothing I could do for her. I grit my teeth and pried apart the bone to get my hands to the severed artery. I pinched it between my fingers and clamped it shut with the clip.
I grabbed one of Inmoon's throwing knives and slashed open my own leg. I peeled the flesh back and stripped away a section of artery when I found one. It healed quickly and I returned to Inmoon.
"Needle and thread." I demanded and quickly found the items thrust into my hand.
As quickly as I could I patched Inmoon's severed artery with the patch taken from my leg. I poured more liquor into the wound as I wiped away blood with the towels. I grabbed onto her ribs and pushed the bones back into their proper place before working feverishly to suture the wound. When that was done I cleansed it one last time with alcohol before wrapping a towel around her torso and leaning back on my knees.
"She needs food or she will petrify." I said. "Hunt for her." With that said Isobel and Lorelay ran from the room and into the fading light of day.
I set my gaze back on Inmoon and removed the gag.
"You didn't eat last night." I snarled. "If you had eaten you would have healed from that."
"I couldn't find anyone alone." She rasped.
"Then ask for help damn it!" I hissed.
"Vlad." She gasped weakly. "It was the Vours."
I sucked in a terrified breath.
"The gate has broken enough that they can slip their influence through and attack us."
"We'll have to use protection spells and move faster." I muttered.
"I know where the gate is." She whispered. "You aren't going to like this."
"Where is it?" Dread pooled in my gut.
"Your Hotel."
As I fell off the bed in shock Isobel and Lorelay burst through the door carrying a dead man in their arms.
"We found a hitchhiker." Lorelay said with a grin.
I struggled to breathe as my hands shook and absolute terror froze me to the spot.
"Stop him." Inmoon gasped.
I looked up to see Isobel and Lorelay turning toward me and I leaped to my feet in a flash. I ran for the door but they grabbed me and slammed me to the ground so hard the pavement cracked beneath me.
"Let me go!" I snarled.
"What's goin' on?" Isobel asked.
"The gate is in his hotel." Inmoon rasped.
"Exactly why you should let me go!" I growled.
"We need ye here Vlad." Isobel reasoned.
"I told Mavis not to leave the hotel! She's still in there! I have to get her out now let me go!"
"We need you here." Lorelay said.
"If she stays she dies! I won't lose her!"
"The only thing you can do to help is continue what we are doing now."
"Let me go!"
"Vlad!" Lorelay screamed and when I looked into her eyes they were glowing a deep hypnotic blue. "Sleep." Her voice was melodic and a weight settled on my eyelids.
"No." I struggled.
"Sleep." She sang this time and my eyes slid shut.
"I've killed her." I whispered as I tumbled into the dark. "I've killed her."
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Let's Check In On the Hotel Shall We:
A chill had swept through the halls of Hotel Transylvania and a deep shadow settled into every nook and cranny. Not everyone could feel it and some just brushed it away as insignificant. But the steady pounding of drums in the deep haunted everyone's dreams. No one could escape the relentless beat of those drums behind closed eyes. Even the humans could feel the evil that had taken roost within the walls of a once great sanctuary.
The object of Dracula's terror wandered the halls and tended to her new duties as Hotel Manager as best could. She felt the chill freezing her bones and rubbed at her arms to try and chase it away. Fear had worked its way deep in to the hearts of monsters everywhere and they knew that something dark loomed on the horizon but none could place what it was. The feeling was ignored by all but a select few held close to Dracula's heart.
The young Vampirette could feel a presence following her at all hours but there was never anyone there. Her hands shook and thoughts of her father ran through her weary mind. Was he okay? Was she ever going to see him again? She wanted nothing more than to see her father come walking through the doors of the Hotel so she could hug him tight.
Jonathan was a constant source of strength for her in these times as they poured over her father's writings in the secret chamber beneath his room. The formulas were so complex but just as Johnny had thought; they were finding order within the chaos. A pattern began to emerge and they began grouping things together and as the groups grew larger those manic scribblings began to make sense.
But what they were pulling out of them was often times darker than they could have ever dreamed. There were schematics for a gate of some kind held together by a magic so powerful it would tear any living being to pieces should they attempt to channel it, and that is exactly what had happened during the gate's construction. It had torn apart her father from the inside.
They found more formulas attempting to find a way to kill non corporeal beings but no success had been found in those as of yet. They could be contained but not killed and it was obviously something her father had obsessed over. His writings spoke of test subjects and failures resulting in near possession. It was horrifying.
But there were others that seemed to be for the sole purpose of lightening his spirits and these formulas were for more simple things. New protection spells for the Hotel, charms to give guests good dreams, hangover cures, new blood substitutes, there was an endless list of things that took up her father's time in that hidden chamber.
Her mother had known about all of this. That thought plagued her mind. Martha had been the only one who knew everything about her father. Why had he fought to keep it all a secret? Did he think they would be afraid? Perhaps he thought they would run, hurt him even? Those thoughts stung more than anything. That it would even cross her father's mind that she could ever be afraid of him was painful. He was her father and she loved him. She would never stop loving him.
That icy chill swept through her bones again as she worked in her father's office organizing events and making sure everything was in order. She shook away the feeling and stood to make her way into the kitchen and check on how the evening meal was coming along. Wanda, Frank and Johnny had been working away in there since sundown and Johnny's friends decided to film the event. She could only pray that everything was going well and on schedule. When Johnny and her uncle Frank were in the same room things tended to get a little exciting because they got along so well.
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There you go. Another chapter. We're getting closer and closer to the final battle and things are getting a bit heated. How's Dracula going to deal with this and more importantly is everyone at the Hotel going to be okay?