A note from me: I know that I've been gone for a while but work has been taking up the majority of my time. Anyways, here's another chapter for you.
With Dennis on his shoulders, Dracula made his way up to the tower with his friends behind him.
"Why are we doing this?"
"You'd rather be listening to those putrid new songs? What happened to Michael Row Your Corpse Ashore? Or Old McWerewolf Had An Axe?"
When they reached the top of the tower, Frank looked over.
"We shouldn't be up here, Drac."
Ignoring his friend, Dracula looked to his grandson.
"Who's ready to fly?"
Dennis wiggled with excitement.
"Me! Me!"
The little boy held out his arms.
"Like a superhero."
"Better! Like a vampire!"
"This thing is rickety. You know what?"
Frank held onto the railing.
"Maybe the kid isn't suppose to fly."
"Quiet. This is how they learn. You throw them and they figure it out. It's how I was taught."
"I wanna fly now!"
"Atta bat. You know Papa's right here if you need him."
"Uh…"
Griffin removed his glasses.
"I can't watch this."
"Please, don't."
But it was too late.
"Here. We. Go!"
Once Dracula threw the little boy from the tower, the others ran over and looked down to watch the little boy.
Hoping that he would transform and fly.
Hearing the sound of her grandson screaming, Margaret pushed against the wind.
She was not going to have anything bad happen to her grandson.
Not when Mavis trusted her to watch out for him.
After she caught the little boy, Margaret transformed into her human form and landed safely on the ground.
"It's okay, my little one."
The little boy looked and saw that it was Margaret.
"Mama Marg!"
The little boy wrapped his arms around her neck and rested his head on her chest.
Margaret looked from her grandson up to the tower.
Her fangs barred and her eyes flashed icy blue when she saw her husband.
"DRACULA!"
Immediately, Dracula flinched back.
"GET DOWN HERE! RIGHT NOW!"
Knowing that there was no escaping, Dracula made his way down from the tower.
"My bleeding heart, you look so…"
"Are you crazy?! What were you thinking?! Why did you throw him off the tower?!"
"But, my queen of the night…"
"Enough! We are going home. Right. Now!"
As soon as Margaret turned around, the tower fell and the camp caught on fire.
"Fire!"
Margaret and Dracula watched as Frankenstein, who was on fire, run through the camp with Murray and Wayne behind him.
"You know we're going to receive a bill for this."
"Yup."