Dracula slept upside down in his cave at the beach. He transformed back into his human form and sat down. He thought about that fateful meeting he had with the young vampiress. They have seen each other for a few days now and, since then, Dracula has realized he wanted to profess his love to her...
"Martha..." he remembered her beautiful brown eyes, her shy smile...Suddenly, he noticed a familiar and lovely silhouette, flying, approaching the place where he was, his heart began to pound faster as he raced into the unknown. Martha and he had a date...
"Count Dracula?" Martha asked, while morphing out of her bat form and rubbing her eyes.
"Yes, it's me, are you feeling okay?" he inquired sweetly.
"Yes, I feel fine now." She smiled and took his hand. She started to drag him along.
"Where are we going?" asked Dracula, a hint of curiosity in his voice.
"In a wonderful place, my mother told me to go there before leaving. According to her, this is the most beautiful place in the world." Martha replied melancholy, her head slightly in the clouds.
"And why are you bringing me along?" Dracula gave her a charming smile, which made Martha laugh.
"You'll see..." she replied with a sweet giggle.
"I like your dress, it's looking so beautiful on you!" He glared at her intently from head to toe. She was not wearing the same dress as usual. This time, it was short-sleeved, white with patterns of dark pink flowers and the edges of the dress was black.
"Thank you! You have a beautiful accent, how come?" she inquired.
"I was born in Transylvania, but as I've told you, I live in Germany now...And then, I traveled a lot." he replied enthusiastically.
They entered a small forest of palm trees. A river ran through the forest and a wooden bridge connected the two banks. The sun was almost down giving a pink color to the sky.
"Wow! It is true that it is...beautiful!" Dracula said in amazement while walking. Martha followed him, equally as amazed.
"Mom was right!" she mutters while jumping of joy and rushed in the middle of the bridge to admire the surroundings.
"You see? The sky has such a beautiful color!" she closed her eyes, letting her hair flying in the wind. Dracula joined her and stood beside her.
"It's time. Go, go ahead Vlad, you can do it, you can do it..." He told himself. He turned to Martha and took her two hands.
"I must tell you something." Dracula said, mustering all the courage he possessed. She opened her eyes and looked at him intently.
"Hrm...This is not serious, I hope." she replied with a playful tone.
"No, no, do not worry! Err, or rather, yes! Precisely!" He bit his lip. He had never been so vulnerable, especially to a woman. But it was not anyone, it was his zing.
"Dracula?" Martha interrupted his thoughts.
"Err...Call me Vlad. This is my first name...I wanted to tell you, finally, it's been that I wanted but, well..." Dracula rambled, very nervous and starting to lose his cool.
"You are my zing, Vlad." she replied softly.
"Yes, yes, that is...WHAT? What did you say?" Dracula replied, out of breath, shocked.
"You are my zing." Martha's eyes sparkled with happiness. She was so nervous that Dracula did not need to make an effort to read the thoughts of the woman he loved. "I hope it's mutual, I hope it's mutual..." she constantly repeated in her mind. He smiled back.
"It is mutual, yes. You are my zing, Martha." They kissed. The sun had given way to the moon and stars. Fireflies flew in all directions, illuminating occasionally their happy faces.
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"Mavis?" Jonathan asked, making Mavis turn around, surprised to see him behind her.
"Oh! I didn't hear you enter!" she said candidly, surprised, with a hint of guilt on her face.
"Of course, you seem to be greatly absorbed by that diary...You should not be here. You promised your father that you wouldn't rummage through his things anymore!" Jonathan told her reproachfully.
"Yes I know but...I really want to know more about my mother." she said while pulling Jonathan out of his father's office. She carefully closed the door and put the key into a crack in the stone wall.
"Whoa, nice hiding spot! Your father is very smart." said Jonathan, amazed.
"Not enough for me! Come, follow me!" Mavis took her boyfriend in her bedroom, they sat on the bed and Mavis showed him the diary.
"Look, this diary was written by my father and my mother. They collected all the information they needed to tell about their meeting!" Mavis said while handing it to him. Jonathan took the book and looked at it.
"It looks flimsy. Is it half burnt?! And... Who is Rosy?" he simply asked.
"According to my parents, she would be the aunt of my father. They asked for what she had done while they were in Hawaii. They didn't want to miss anything when writing this diary..." she muttered, a hint of curiosity mixed with nostalgia and sadness in her voice.
"You're right, it's worth it! And who knows, perhaps you'll read about how you were born? " Jonathan replied honestly while giving her back the diary.
"And, as to why this diary is half burned..." Jonathan stopped just in time, almost having said something untactful, and looked away. He had an idea... Mavis did not even know how her mother died! The bedroom door opened and Dracula suddenly entered.
"Mavis, the diary!" Jonathan whispered nervously. She quickly hid it under her pillow just in time.
"Mavis, Jonathan! Where were you? Everyone is waiting for you down in the main lobby! It is not every day that we have 119 years, sweetheart..." Dracula said softly, pride resounding in his voice.
"Yes, sorry, we're coming!" Mavis kissed her father on the cheek and Jonathan followed her , they ran off to the hotel lobby as quickly as they could.
"Weird..." Dracula left the room and went to his own. He passed the door of his office. He instantly turned around and stopped at the door. He picked up the key, which was lying on the floor, having fell to the ground. He frowned, disappointment showing on his face, before pocketing the key.
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