WARNING: After Sunday, I will most likely post more chapters on the weekends. Weekdays=school. Except for Friday

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I wake up when Jonah hit a rough bump, and the speed he was going at wasn't slow. It was exactly as how it was at the highway. The sun was rising. He had his eyes on it, and at the road, back and forth, back and forth, cussing under his breath.

"What's your problem, Jonah?!" I exclaim. "Why did you knock me out?"

"I can't explain it!" He stepped on the gas pedal and drove faster. He looked at the sun. "DAMMIT!" It was now almost completely out, and the light was skimming across the dashboard, and Jonah did a sharp turn, avoiding the light. I was putting two and two together. But shook that thought away. He parked behind Hotel Transylvania and ran to the backdoor, opening it and leaving me outside. I came in the backdoor, slinging my backpack over my shoulders. I entered the hotel and look at Jonah, who was at the front desk near his uncle, with his head down on the desk and his hands balled up against the desk top. Drake looked at me, then at Jonah and said something. I took one last look at Jonah before hurrying to my room.

I threw my backpack beside the door and collapsed on my bed. He's afraid of the sun, I thought in my head. He somehow compelled that cop. His skin's as white as snow. I shake my head. "Wow, Elora," I said to myself. "What have you been smoking?" It's probably from that intoxicating marijuana smell in Jonah's truck.

Sleep wouldn't come to me. I couldn't shut my eyes and feel tired. Insomnia kept me awake for the little minutes left of sunlight, but I knew I would be tired in a few hours because of what happened. Or maybe not.

I looked out of my suite window and saw the dark, eerie forest being illuminated by the sunlight. I wondered if Jonah would be able to look out of his window in the mornings, or would he . . . I mentally slapped myself. Jonah isn't a vampire. Can't be a vampire. They don't exist! I convinced myself it's some sort of skin condition, that he can't be under the sun for too long, or else he'll break out in hives or something. There're skin conditions like that, somewhere out there. I hoped my theory about Jonah was correct.

A knock on the door startled me. I opened the door to see it was Jonah.

"I owe you an explanation," he says, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Only then did I realize I was holding my breath. I let it out. "Yes, you do," I added.

"May I come in?"

My eyes scanned him from the roots of his black hair to the tips of his boot-covered toes. "Yes, come in."

Jonah sat down on my bed and I sat across from him, criss-cross-applesauce style. "Tell me," I started. "Why the hell were you acting like that?"

"Don't freak out, okay? Don't. Freak. Out," He said slowly.

"S-sure."

He looked deeply into my eyes, and at first, it was awkward, then he cleared his throat. "We come two different worlds, and -"

"You're an alien," I said quickly.

Jonah cracked a smile, and shook his head. "Nice try, but no. I can't make you understand this, but my uncle said this is the best thing to do before you think I'm some sort of psycho. I hate the sun. I can't stand silver. I'm not christian and crosses terrify me."

"You have quite the phobia, Jonah." I say this with a straight face, because I'm adding it all together.

"I hate garlic and holy water."

I start to get uncross my legs, ready to get up. " . . . Jonah."

He lets out a puff of air through his nose and smirks weakly. "You already know."

"Please tell me you're joking."

"I really wish I was, Elora."

I look at him with beady eyes. "How'd you know my name?"

He taps his ears with his index fingers. "Super hearing. I was standing outside of your room and heard you talk to yourself."

"How do I know that's not a lie? I told your uncle my name, and he could've told you."

Jonah shakes his head. "Not at all. You want the truth? Here it is . . . I'm a vampire."

My lips part, no words come out, and my mind is blank. I don't know what to say, or how to react. I've seen vampires in movies. How they bite into people's necks and drink their blood. Sure, I've seen Twilight, but I don't think Jonah will be sparkling any time soon. Not if he was that afraid of being touched by sunlight. But I've seen what they can do. In the movies, I mean. I have no clue what their capabilities are now that I know they're real. Especially when there's one right in front of me.

"And Drake? Is he . . ." I start, but stopping.

Jonah nods. "My uncle's a vampire. And his name isn't Drake. He lied so you wouldn't know his real identity. His real name is Dracula."

I clutch my stomach, feeling queasy. "Dracula? As in . . . the all-mighty, legendary Dracula?"

"That's him."

He looks at me, notices that my face has gone as white as his and I feel light-headed. "Prove it," I say. Prove it? I ask myself. Are you out of your mind, woman!?

"Prove it? How?"

"Uh, I don't know! You're the vampire!" When that sentence escapes my lips, I get goosebumps all over and take a few steps back. "G-go ahead. Show me."

He rubs the back of his neck, staring at the floor, as if thinking. Before I could even blink, he turns into a bat. I stumble backwards and hit the wall hard with my back. I see him flying all around the ceiling, landing on my bed and turning back to a human. Er, I mean a vampire.

"You're a vampire . . ." I mutter.

Jonah stand up and starts walking towards me. I clasp my hands over my neck.

"Please don't."

Offended, he takes a step back. "Is that what you think I am? A monster? I'll have you know I've never drank any blood. I've never attacked any humans. You know why? It's called self control. I have that, Elora. This is why I don't want anyone to know. They'll think I'm a fucking monster who's gonna drink them dry!"

He's furious, I can tell because his eyes turn from blue to red. I see his fangs.

"Jonah . . " I say slowly, taking my hands away from my neck. He notices when I take my hands away, but keeps his distance. "Can you - - please leave. I'm - - I don't know how to process this."

He nods, then his eyes travel from my eyes to my chest. I slap my hand over my chest. "HEY!" I exclaim. He extends an arm, pries my hand away and fingers the old ring on my necklace.

"I'm going to need that," he says. Before I have anything to say, he turns around leaves, gently closing the door behind him.

Vampires exist. Everything I thought about vampires was a lie. Wait - - if vampires are real, then what about monsters, or ghouls, how about ghosts? Are they all real?

I don't exit my suite the whole day, and when I come out of it the next morning, I don't do my best to avoid Jonah and Drake . . . I mean Dracula. I run into Dracula on accident, and I bite back a scream. He has an unusual grin on his face, one that won't leave. It looks painful, the way he's smiling.

"Oh, Elora!" Dracula says, grabbing my arms and dancing in a circle. "I'm sooo happy!"

I carefully pry myself away and raise an eyebrow. "Uh . . . why?"

"My baby girl's coming back!"

Before I can say anything, Dracula literally dances away, twirling and flailing his arms all over the place like a ballerina. I keep on trying to search for my dad, but like the other days, I found nothing. Absolutely nothing. No clues, no nothing. At the end of the day, I entered my room like a zombie, I dropped my backpack down, put my gun in a drawer next to my bed and collapsed on a couch. I tried turning on the television, but I couldn't find the remote. I checked the time on my cell phone and saw it was 8:54 p.m. I decided to get some shut-eye.

Until I woke up three hours later to the sound of a bat. I thought it was Jonah. I turned on the lights of my suite, and looked around. The bat flew right in front of my face and I screamed, and then, another one. Yet another one flew, but that one was smaller. One of them must've hit the light switch because the lights went out. I screamed again. I heard a poof sound and then three thuds on the floor. I tried to find the light switch, and when I did, I looked around. Absolutely no one. That's when I turned around and was scared half to death. There was a woman with pale skin, bright blue eyes and dark, shoulder-length hair. The man standing next to her was at least a foot taller than her with just-as-pale skin and light-brown, tousled hair with matching brown eyes. Beside him was a little girl, who was wearing a dark-blue dress, her short, brown hair was up in pig-tails and her eyes were as big and blue as her mother's.

"Whoa! Dad gave away my room?" The dark-haired woman said, looking around. "Didn't change anything. What do you think, Johnny?" She turned to the man, who looked at her lovingly.

"It looks the same. We haven't been here for a century, so I'm not sure," he answered.

"Uh, hi," I choked. "Who . . . are you?"

The woman walked towards me, smelled my hair, touched my neck and walked back to the man named Johnny. "She's human," she said to him. "Definitely human."

"Yeah, and you three are vampires," I stated slowly.

"And . . . you aren't afraid?" Johnny asked.

"N-no. I found out two days ago that some guy here is a vampire. Along with his uncle who's Dracula. I was afraid. But - -" I shook my head, noticing that I was rambling. "Who are you?" I gestured towards the woman.

"Oh," she said with a friendly smile. "I'm Mavis! Dracula's daughter."