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I saw Dracula reunite with his daughter, his son-in-law and his granddaughter. I left them alone, and as I was making my way down the dim-lit hall to my suite, I ran into someone. That person was holding a flashlight. His hand traced the wall, flipped a switch, and I saw that it was Jonah. We didn't say anything to each other, we just eyed one another for a moment, then I broke the eye contact.

"Your cousin's back. With her husband and their daughter," I said.

"I know. She flew by my room before going to her dad to say hi."

"Oh. Okay." I turned to shove my key in the door, but Jonah stopped me by grabbing my hand.

"You should move your stuff from their," he said. "I just heard Dracula say that she'll have her old room back." Jonah tapped his ears. "Super hearing."

"So . . . where am I supposed to sleep at?"

He told me to follow him, and I did. Jonah led me to the front desk, and he typed in something into the computer, then started flipping pages in an old, big sign-in book. Jonah's eyebrows scrunched up and he shook his head. "There are literally no more rooms left."

"What do you mean, 'no more rooms left'? I barely see anyone come out of their suite. The only people I see is you and your uncle."

"You already know I'm a vampire . . . but I should've told you. This hotel is for monsters. Most of them have a phobia for humans, they think that the humans will come and kill us."

"So - - every room in this hotel is taken?"

Jonah nods.

I shove my hands in my face. "SHIT! Where am I supposed to sleep? Back at the camp?"

He looks at me, opens his mouth to say something, and then shakes his head, shutting himself up.

"What?" I asked. "You were gonna say something. Tell me."

"I was gonna say . . . if you would like to sleep in my suite until you find your dad."

"You're - - letting my stay in your suite with you?"

"If you would like to. Don't worry, I'm no perv, I won't try anything."

I scan his face, and nod. "T-thanks." And then I remember that he's a vampire. My stomach churns and I feel queasy again. "When should I get my stuff to your room?"

"Just to be safe . . . I'd say now."

Jonah had carried my backpack to his suite, one of the suites on the top floor, and I carried the extra clothes I forgot to stuff in my backpack. He put my things beside his bed, and I put my clothes in a different, empty drawer. After I got settled, Jonah gestured towards the couch.

"I would let you sleep on this, but it's really uncomfortable," he added. "You can, if you want to. But I wouldn't recommend it unless you want a sore neck in the morning." He checked his watch and looked at me. "It's close to midnight. If you want to sleep, make yourself comfortable on the couch or the bed. Your choice." Jonah began walking to his window, he opened it up and stuck a foot out.

"Where are you going?" I asked him.

He looked over his shoulder at me. "I'm going to the roof."

"The - - roof?"

"Yeah, you wanna come?"

The roof. For all I know he could be planning to push me off it so he doesn't have to deal with me. If he wanted to kill me he would've done it sooner. Or bitten me. Or something. Or maybe not. Maybe he's just inviting me up there just because there's nothing else better to do at twelve o'clock at night when you're being flooded with insomnia and bored to death. Maybe I can see my dad from up there. We are pretty high up from the forest. Maybe Dad's wandering around, trying to find me, too.

"Sure," I answered. "I'll come."

He extended a hand and I looked at it for a while, biting the inside of my cheek, then firmly took it. Jonah pulled me in carefully and curled his arm around me. I started pulling away, but his grip was as firm as mine.

"Don't worry," he said softly. I knew he felt my heart racing. I was panicking. "I'm just making sure you don't fall." He curls his arm around me once more, but this time a bit slower, making sure I give him permission. And when I do, he says, "Hold on to me," and I let out a breath. I wrap my arms around his neck, and I feel his other arm grabbing the back of my legs. He scooped me up, as if I was a feather, and stepped out of his window. We were standing on the window sill. Jonah bent his knees, and leaped into the air. I screamed at first, then stopped when I felt him holding me tighter. He leaped once more, landing on the apex of the roof. Jonah put me down slowly, and he sat next to me. The tilt on this roof is uncomfortable and frightening. I feel like if I lean forward a bit, I will start rolling off the roof and falling to my death.

Then I hear a lighter.

Jonah had lit a blunt, and was now putting it to his lips. He let out a puff of smoke, then handed it to me. "It's okay, it won't give you lung cancer," he added with a smile. "It just clears your mind. You'll feel calm and mellow." With a sigh, I take it, and put it to my lips. The taste of it is odd, I've never tried this before, and I exhale the smoke as I give the blunt back to Jonah. He eyes me as he puts the blunt to his lips and inhales through his mouth. "You're not afraid?" he asks.

"Afraid of what?" I ask back.

"Of . . . me."

I shake my head. "I should be, though. But, I'm not. I've been around the whole vampires-exist thing for quite a while. I didn't believe in it, though."

"Not until a few days ago."

I nod. "What happens when the sun touches you?"

"I don't sparkle, that's for sure."

We both have a good laugh from that, imagining him coming out of Hotel Transylvania, being hit with sunlight, and then he starts sparkling as if a container of glitter was poured over him.

"I burn," he says. "I burn until I turn to ashes."

"How about silver? Holy water? Crosses?"

"If there's silver in me, like . . . if I get stabbed or shot with something silver, I'll get slowed down and I'll be in serious pain. Holy water's like the sun. If I touch it, it burns me. About crosses . . . I don't know. Us vampires, we aren't creations of God. Therefore, crosses hurt us. I haven't been in any of those situations before, but my uncle has. He's one old vampire. The oldest."

"Remind me not to get him mad," I say.

"Oh, you won't be reminded. I'm sure that little fact about him being a vampire is frightening enough."

". . . Just a bit."

I scooch myself down the roof a bit, and lie down. Jonah does the same. "How do you do it?" I ask. "How do you not drink blood."

"Well . . . blood is what powers us. Like fuel. But, it's like a switch. If we don't have it in our system, our super-human abilities are weaker or won't be there at all. I'm lucky enough that I have my abilities as weak as they are than not have them at all."

"Is it true that you haven't had blood before?"

Jonah looks at me, then shakes his head. "That's a lie." When he sees my eyes widening, he sits up hurriedly. "I've only had it once. That's it! I swear."

"When was it?"

"I was sixty-two, which is, like, fourteen years old, I was attacked by a vampire hunter and he cut my stomach open real bad when he tried to catch me. I - - I killed him. It was a quick death. I drank from him until my wound healed. Which wasn't long." He looked at me, and my lips were parted, my jaw threatening to drop.

I gulped. "You - -"

"I only did it because I didn't want to die. I had to do that, Elora."

"Yeah." I look at him, straight in his gorgeous blue eyes. "I'm still not afraid of you."

Jonah cracked a smile. "Good." He flicked the leftover stub of his blunt onto the roof, and it rolled off, hitting the ground. "Because I don't want you to be."

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