Okay, I wasn't planning on writing this story today, but I guess I am...Hope you enjoy

Disclaim: I Do NOT Own Hotel Transylvania...I only own Margaret

Chapter 5

A little black spider slid from the ceiling to in front of Dracula's face.

"We're ready."

Dracula smiled and watched the little spider go back up to the ceiling. In the spider web it was plainly written 'Happy 118th Birthday, Mavis'.

"Oh, if only Martha was here to see this."

Dracula balled up his fist and placed it over his heart.

"She's always here Wanda."

Dracula stood on a stool of frogs.

"Thank you for coming friends. Another birthday for my sweet little Mavis and another year of refuge from them!"

He pointed to the white screen. A zombie with glasses flipped a switch to turn off the lights and turn on a old time projector.

"These are recent human images. They are getting fatter as to over power us. They are wearing less clothing as to strangling us and to cut off our heads and stuff our bodies full of candy. Evil villains you will never win!"

The projector was turned off and the lights were flipped back on.

"Okie dokie. Fun started in thirty minutes. Right now I have to see my little girl."

Dracula made his way to the elevator.

"She's not so little anymore."

"Yes, she is!"

Dracula's eyes flashed red and he bearded his fangs. His face turned back to normal as the elevator doors slid close.

"What's going on?"

The monsters looked back to the other cardboard box.

"Are we at the hotel yet?"

The taping of the box was cut with a long, pink fingernail that came from the box. The box was opened and Frank's wife, Eunice's head came up from the box.

"Frank, did you book us for a tantum massage? Did you get us a table at Hunchback? Did you do anything?"

The box was closed and Griffin sat on the box.

"You're welcome."

Everyone could hear Eunice beating from inside the box.

"What's going on?"

Margaret sat on Mavis' bed as Mavis paced back and forth. Margaret could tell that Mavis was nervous.

"Sweet fangs, you need to calm down."

She shook her head.

"I can't, Auntie Marg. I'm nervous."

"You're going to be fine. Why don't you go ahead and repeat what you're going to say to your dad one more time. Pretend I'm your dad. Speak to me."

"Okay,"

Mavis took a deep breath and let it out.

"Dad, you said that whenever I turned 118 that I could go out and see the world like every other adult that comes and goes from this hotel."

"But, Mavey-Wavey, it's not safe. Bleh, bleh, bleh."

Mavis and Margaret giggled a little at the last part. They both knew that Drac hated 'bleh, bleh, bleh'. He kept telling him that he had no idea where that came from.

"But, Dad, you gave me your word. I remember you, Auntie Marg, and I were both eating mice and you specifically said that you gave me your word."

Margaret watched her niece walk up the side of her room and walk across the ceiling.

Dracula passed by the many doors, until he came to Mavis' room. The shrunken head looked at him.

"Oh, it's you. Glad you could finally make it."

"Is she up yet?"

"Oh, she's up. She's ready to go and by 'go' as in go check the world out. She's been talking to Countess Margaret about it for the past hour. Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna say?"

"I've got it covered. Just do your job."

Dracula opened the door and peaked his head in the door.

"Good morning, Mavey-Wavey."

He walked in the her room.

"Happy birthday, my little mouse."

Mavis stopped pacing back and forth on the ceiling and crossed her arms.

"Thank you, Dad. I know it's my birthday."

"I have so much fun planned. Whoo-hoo! But, first let's go catch some scorpions. Just the two of us. How about that, dead-ums?"

Mavis jumped from the ceiling to the floor. She walked over to her aunt. Margaret held up her hand.

"Drac, please, let Mavis speak. There's something she wants to talk to you about."

"She wants to go out into the world and she can."

Mavis held up her finger.

"Aha! I knew you were gonna say that."

Mavis started pacing back and forth.

"But, Dad, you gave me your word. You know that I know that a Dracula's word is sacred. It's the cord of our..."

"Wait. What?" Margaret and Mavis said together.

"I said she can go."

Margaret and Mavis crossed their arms over their chests. Margaret raised her silver eyebrows at him.

"You're just playing with me."

Dracula shook his head.

"No, you're old enough to drive a hearse. You're old enough to make your own decisions. You can go."

Margaret smiled when Mavis jumped with excitement.

"Holy rabies! Holy rabies!"

Mavis hugged her father and her aunt, before going to her closet.

She came out with a suitcase and wearing a Hawaiian t-shirt. She laughed and placed a straw hat on her head. She flew past her aunt and father, before she transformed into a bat.

"Wait a second, sweet fangs. Where are you going?"

"Oh, well, I'm going to paradise and this just some stuff I thought I would need."

"Paradise?"

Mavis transformed back to normal.

"Yeah, you know that place out there where you and mom met."

She pulled out an old post card, before looking at her aunt.

"Auntie Marg said that you two were just like 'zing'!"

Dracula shook his head.

"I don't know from zing."

Margaret shook her head.

"It's actually Hawaii, sweet fangs."

Mavis raised her eyebrow at her aunt.

"Ha-what-what?"

Margaret let out a small laugh and shook her head. Her niece was missing out on alot.

"Honey, I know you're excited, but everybody has come great lengths to see you on your birthday."

Margaret shook her head at Dracula. He was going to start the guilt trip on Mavis.

"I know. They always do."

Mavis transformed back into a bat and sat on her suitcase.

"Aren't I getting a little to old for these parties? I love them, but I really want to see new things and maybe meet someone my age."

Margaret's heart dropped when she saw the pouty look on her niece's face.

"Come on don't give me that. Don't give me the pouty bat face."

Margaret grabbed Dracula's shoulder. They moved a little ways from Mavis.

"Let her go to the village that's not far from her. At least let her go somewhere."

"But, Marg..."

"Drac,"

He let out a sigh of defeat. Dracula knew that he could never win a fight against Margaret.

"All right."

She gave him a small smile, before giving him a small pat on the shoulder.

"I'm proud of you, Drac."

She motioned her head to Mavis.

"Tell her."

"All right."

He walked back over to Mavis and told her. She agreed and put her suitcase. She went up to her aunt and father. She hugged them both.

"Thanks for trusting me."

"Of course, my little one. I gave you my word."

Margaret could hear the unsettledness in Dracula's voice.

Well, there's that...Hope you enjoyed and if you did please review

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