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Chapter 9

Margaret couldn't get Anthony off her mind. He was the love of her life and he was taken away from her. She had mourned over her lost love, but she had to be for her niece.

Margaret's hand slid to her right shoulder and rubbed the scars from many years ago.

"Margaret,"

She stopped in the hallway when she heard Wanda's voice. She turned and saw her best friend standing behind her.

"Oh, hey, Wanda."

"Hon, are you all right?"

Margaret gave a small nod of her head and smiled at her.

"Of course. I'm perfectly fine."

Wanda knew better. She knew her best friend alot better than that.

"Margaret, what's really wrong?"

Margaret shrugged her shoulders.

"Nothing, it's kind of pathetic."

Wanda shook her head.

"Nothing's pathetic, Margaret."

Margaret felt tears prickling at her eyes.

"Is it about Anthony?"

Margaret nodded her head.

"Oh, honey."

Margaret couldn't help it. She dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around Wanda's waist. She rested her head against Wanda's swollen stomach and let the tears fall.

"I miss him so much, Wanda. I miss him so much."

Wanda felt tears slip from her eyes. She knew that Margaret had never been the same since Anthony died.

Dracula walked out of the storage closet. He looked to the stairs. He knew that he needed to go upstairs and apologize to Margaret with what he said.

He was about to walk up the stairs, until he saw the front doors of the hotel move.

His eyes widened when he saw a person come from the doors of the hotel.

It was a human!

The night of Martha and Anthony's deaths flashed before his eyes.

"Humans,"

He raced over to the human and pulled him away, before he could be seen.

He knew that if someone saw the human, especially Margaret and Mavis, he would lose the ones he loved trust and no one would ever come back to the hotel.

Margaret wiped the tears away from her eyes. She smiled at Wanda and she let out a small chuckle. She saw the massacre tears that she left on Wanda's dress.

"Sorry about getting make-up on your dress."

Wanda's carelessly waved her hand in the air.

"It's fine. Don't worry about it."

"Auntie Marg,"

Margaret turned and saw her niece standing behind her. She felt another wave of tears welling up in her eyes when she saw the tears running down her niece's face.

"Mavey, sweetie, what's wrong?"

Mavis walked over to her aunt and wrapped her arms around her waist. Mavis buried her head in her aunt's chest.

"Auntie Marg, please don't cry. Please don't blame yourself for Uncle Anthony's death."

Margaret wrapped her arms around her niece. She felt fresh tears roll down her face.

"I don't blame myself, sweet fangs. I just miss him."

Margaret never wanted to break down in front of her niece. She never wanted to feel weak. She only wanted her baby niece to see her as the strong woman that had taken care of her over the years and always be there for her. She never wanted Mavis to feel that she had to take care of her, but at that moment she felt that Mavis had taken the roll to take care of her.

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