Hello!

So I finally watched Hotel Transylvania. Now I have a problem. I'm SUPPOSED to be writing Dracula as a BAD GUY. How am I supposed to do that when I keep seeing him smiling his adorable ear to ear smile and racing Johnny on flying tables... Well, I hope I did him evil enough.

Again. Nothing you recognize is mine.

"The time has come, my legion, for us to return to the world." Dracula declared, facing a large pack of wolves. One that was slightly larger than the rest, with dark grey fur, black eyes, and a scar that ran across his muzzle stepped up to address his leader. "Dracula, what do you wish us to do?" "Flint. You've been loyal to me through the darkest of times." Dracula expressed gratefully. "I am sending you to the state of Michigan for our first attack. Take who you will with you, just make sure you catch the attention of those children-loving pests."

"The Guardians will pay for what they did. I will-" "No!" Dracula interrupted, making Flint flinch back. "They will pay, but not yet. I only need you to give me time so I can visit an ally." "With respect, Dracula, I'd advise caution." Flint growled. "Pitch Black is unpredictable and may be difficult to recruit."

"I am not going to recruit him. Merely extend my hand out in friendship." Dracula re-phrased. "Now go, Flint. There is no time to waste." The wolf bowed his black, furry head respectfully. "As you wish." Flint turned 180 ° to face the watching wolves.

"Claw, Razor, No-moon," three eager wolves pawed up out of the pack, Claw stared excitedly at Flint with bright orange eyes, his brown tail held high while Razor and No-moon sat awaiting for the order to leave, never letting their brown eyes wander from Flint's. "Let's go." Flint ordered, immediately breaking into a gallop into the surrounding darkness.

"Owl-eyes." Dracula called once Flint and his group had left. A wise looking grey and brown wolf with amber eyes stepped forward. "I need you to go and search for a new target. Something that will hit the Guardians hard if we attack. Await for me here with what you find."

"Yes Dracula." Owl-eyes hurried away.

With no other demands, Dracula vanished into the darkness, beginning his travel to an awaiting ally.

^^^^ROTG^^^^

Close to Michigan, in the town of Burgess, Jack landed on the roof of a house. In it lived a boy named Jamie, who was one of Jack's best friends. Jamie had helped the Guardians defeat Pitch four years ago, the first to believe in Jack, and the last to believe when Pitch had snuffed out every other light out. Jack prayed he wasn't at school- he had to make sure Jamie was safe.

He flipped upside-down and peered through the boy's bedroom window. There he was! A now fourteen-year- old Jamie sat at his desk, frowning over some sort of homework. Four years hadn't changed him much- he was a little taller, his hair was a little shorter. But he had never stopped believing.

Jack tapped eagerly on the glass with his staff, and frost curled down the pane. Jamie, recognizing the sound, had a grin on his face before he even looked up from his work. "Jack!" He ran over and threw open the window. "Hey, Jamie!" Jack couldn't help smiling with his friend as he wrapped him up in a hug.

"How have you been?" Jamie asked. Jack leapt at the chance to update Jamie about the Guardians' latest adventures. And so he did- for awhile. But he was much more interested in Jamie's life as a teenager.

It was going well, for the most part. He did well in school. He had a good number of friends, some of whom had helped fight Pitch four years ago. "Do they still believe?" Jack demanded, twirling his staff and scattering snowflakes into the air. Jamie's eyes darkened and he gave a sad shake of his head. "Most don't. Claude thinks it was all just a crazy dream. Pippa's really into science now, so she thinks there must be a logical explanation for it…" His face brightened. "Cupcake still does though. She's missed you almost as much as I have. And Sophie too! She's seven now. Really loves the Easter Bunny."

"So you get along with your sister then?" Jamie shrugged. "For the most part. I'm glad she believes in you and all, but sometimes she's such a pain…" Pain. Jack suddenly remembered his mission. He'd just come to make sure Jamie was safe. His real goal was to stop Dracula… "I'm sorry Jamie," he apologized as he edged towards the window, "I have to go."

"What?" Jamie jumped up. "Jack! You just got here!" "I know, I know. I really want to stay, but this is too important." Jamie's eyes widened. "Is it something bad?" Jack shook his head. "It's nothing for you to worry about. You should focus on… uhh… school…" With that, Jamie ran to his window and slammed it shut. His only exit blocked, Jack stared in shock at his friend.

"I'm a Guardian too, Jack." Jamie reminded him. "You told me so. It's my job to protect you just like you gotta protect me. If you're in trouble, I want to help. Please tell me what's wrong, so I can help you."

Wow. Jack had forgotten just how brave and devoted Jamie was. He sighed in defeat, flopping down on Jamie's bed. "Okay, you win. Let me tell you how it all started…"

^^^^ROTG^^^^

Dracula arrived at Pitch's lair quickly, with still hours to go before dawn. HE slipped inside, almost as silently as the Nightmare King himself, and made his way into the main cavern. Pitch was not hard to spot. Dracula saw him as soon as he entered the central chamber and said, "Good evening, Pitch. It's been a long time. Have these past few thousand years treated you well?"

Pitch spun around to face his visitor, clearly surprised as his dark eyes met Dracula's. Quickly, however, he regained his composure. "It has been awhile, Dracula. As for the years, I must be honest; I'm living my own nightmare."

"That bad?" Dracula articulated, walking further into the chamber, approaching Pitch. "I expected better, old friend."

"The years that pass never travel alone;" Pitch pointed out, "much has happened during your exile, none of it to my advantage."

"Much has indeed happened," Dracula agreed, "but time continues to move, which is the reason I am here." Pitch looked interested so Dracula pressed on. "I plan to bring back the days before the Golden Age. "Pitch's eyes lit up. "Together we can do that. I have come to offer you a partnership- those accursed Guardians are quite difficult to defeat alone…"

Pitch nodded, his eyes darkening again as he remembered his humiliating defeat four years ago. "I am more than ready to join you, old friend- on one condition." Dracula raised an eyebrow. "What is that?"

"Let me be the one to finish off Jack Frost."

The vampire was perplexed. "Jack Frost?"

"He became a Guardian four years ago," Pitch explained, and the very air around him darkened as he thought of his enemy. "he is the reason I've been hiding all this time, my cause lost, my power gone." He was pacing quickly now, anger fueling his steps. "I want revenge more than anything I've ever wanted before. I will extinguish his light if it's the last thing I do!"

"Done." Dracula affirmed, glancing hungrily at the lights on Pitch's globe. He couldn't wait to see them go out…

"So when do we start?" Pitch asked as his Nightmares gathered around him. Dracula smiled, revealing gleaming white teeth sharper than surgical steel. "I already have."

oooOOOooohhh... a cliffhanger!

Umm... can people review? I'd kinda like to know how I'm doing. THANKS!

~~Wavelength