This story is in the inspiration of IDEALLER's story: Halloween in Transylvania

I grew really fond of his crossover idea with Hotel Transylvania & Halloween. Sadly it seems he has other ideas for other stories, which is why I'm remaking his very story, just in my image and own style. Though a lot of it will be very similar to his, I will change some of the events that had already transpired during the 6 Chapters he had published.

Thank you for listening. ENJOY!

Hotel Transylvania, 2012

Count Dracula, Prince of Darkness, The Drainer of blood, he went by many names. Took a breath of relief and relaxation. After he had setted up a temporary village with Zombies that had dressed up as humans, he made sure that his only child, Mavis, would be safe from the dangers of the human world. After his wife, Martha, was murdered by humans in a fire in the 1800s. He wanted nothing more than to keep her safe and away from harm's way.

He felt a soft pain for doing, after all, he said that he gave her his word. And Dracula's word is stone hard. But he had absolutely no regret for his decision. Mavis would thank him later on as she got older. Or at least, said Dracula.

A Zombie Bellhop removed his mask, as in to try and jokingly spook The Prince.

"Yes, what do you want? A cookie? You did alright man, move on already." Dracula said as he moved him to the side. The zombie Bellhop gave a disappointed look and went back to work.

Dracula looked off in the Hotel as Monsters all alike went by the safety of the hotel. Dracula smiled at himself. He had accomplished such greatness for every monster here, if not, then more monsters would be hiding in the shadows from Humans. Luckily, the place was well hidden, no human would ever find it, it….wait, there's someone new here.

A dark tall shadow slowly pushed through the spinning door. It pushed through the door without using their arms.

When the figure walked through, it revealed a tall man in a pale, white mask. The mask was aged just slightly. He wore a dark blue mechanic jumpsuit, with a tight, greasy, black shirt, and under that were blue jeans that were also slightly greasy. His eyes were dark though a small shade of blue was seen in the pupils. The pale white mask had frizzy, fake, brown hair.

The man looked around curiously. Looking around slowly from left to right.

Dracula's eyes widened. Then memories of the humans from the 1800s started to pop into his mind. They shouted, "Vampire, Vampire" Using their pitchforks and torches.

Dracula's eyes darkened.

"A human!" Dracula said. Then as quick as the wind he dashed forward at an incredible speed. He then ran into the man and went back into the spinning door.

"Who are you!? And how did you find this place!?" Dracula said sternly. The masked man was somehow as tall as Dracula. But the man said nothing as he tilted his head left to right in child-like curiosity.

"Well, Say Something!" Dracula repeated himself. The masked man then locked his eyes with a Zombie Bellhop. Dracula followed his eyesight and saw that the Masked man was staring at a Zombie bellhop. Then he started to remember what the builder had said all those years ago.

"But of course be smart, No Bonfires, No Firework shows,"

"How many of you are there?" Dracula asked. Still no response from the masked man. Just more head tilts and heavy breathing.

Judging from this human's appearance and behavior, no other human would go near this one.

"What have I done? This is all my fault." Dracula said as he held the masked man close to his chest.

"You have to leave now!" Dracula said as he rushed out of the spinning door with the man in his arms. But the path was blocked by many monsters that were entering. One of the Gremlins said that his piranhas were very rude, one of them ate her sister-in-law. Dracula quickly rushed back into the hotel.

Then he was met with a Hydra. All the heads kept talking about the room they were staged in. Dracula said he would be with him in a minute. He rushed through many monsters. The masked man continued to breathe heavily. Looking around the hotel as Dracula continued to carry him around the place.

Just then a tall man who went by the name Frank, or Frankenstein walked down the stairs.

"Hey, Drac, how'd it go with Mavis?" Frank asked but Dracula quickly and swiftly hid behind many suitcases.

"Drac? Drac?" Frank asked as he looked around for The Prince of Darkness.

Dracula then rushed into a closet and shut the door behind him. The masked man was in the room as he looked around curiously.

"You need to leave! No human has ever entered this castle. If they should see you, the hotel, The Sanctuary, no one would ever come again! And Mavis, if she saw you, she would know that I lied! Nooooo!" Dracula moaned in fear. The masked man looked at Dracula and tilted his head. Continuing to breathe heavily.

"You're lucky I can't kill you, for it would set back monsters for a hundred years!" Dracula said yet again. The Masked man showed no signs of fear. Just a plain blank stare. He tilted his head more.

"Will you Stop with that head tilting thing! It's freaking me out!" Dracula said sternly.

After a few short moments, Dracula had put makeup on the masked man's exposed hands, the makeup matched up with his mask to cover his humanity from the other monsters.

They both walked out of the closet as Dracula pushed the masked man towards the door, in hopes of getting the human to leave.

"Bonjour Monsieur Dracula." A dwarf-sized man hanged from a chain in front of the masked man. The masked man tilted his head and breathed heavily.

"Ah, Quasimodo," Dracula said as he got the masked man behind him.

Qausamido's little rat jumped on Dracula's chest sniffing him, then he looked up on his shoulder. The little rat then squeaked towards the chef.

"What? No, Don't be absurd. That is not a human, but Monsieur Dracula." Quasimodo reassured the little rat.

"Yes, it's me and not a human," Dracula said nervously. He then sent the little mouse into an elevator which immediately closed.

"Here you are Monsieur Dracula, your Deviled Lizard Fingers," Quasimodo said as one of the gourmet chefs brought forth Lizard Fingers on a tray.

"Deviled Lizard Fingers?! I asked for Spleen in Blankets!" Dracula said. The small chef then looked at the gourmet Gargoyle.

The small chef then went on and started to smash the food in the Gargoyle's face.

Meanwhile, The masked man walked away from Dracula to look around. He noticed many monsters all over the place. This was his first time around these…He didn't know what to call them without being rude. They came in many shapes and sizes, forms, even some were in folklore, Like Count Dracula, Zombies, Walking Skeletons. Even a Hydra. Though it wasn't as big as The Masked man was expecting it to be, despite most of its body being its necks.

The masked man continued to walk around until he stepped on something very squishy. He looked down and saw a brain with eyes. When he removed his foot from the brain. It didn't seem to get up. The masked man titled his head. Surely he didn't step on it that hard.

It wasn't until after a few seconds, the brain started to recover and somehow flew with small veins coming out from the bottom of the brain stem.

It got up to eye level with the masked man with an angry eyebrow expression. The man tilted his head from side to side, breathing heavily. The brain's expression slowly started to go from anger, to fear. As it quickly hurried away from the tall man.

The masked man watched as the flying brain with eyes flew away and out of sight.

The masked man brushed it off and made his way back to the Dracula.

The masked man then slipped on green goo left by Blobby. He tried to keep his balance but the slime was too slippery. Michael then ran into Blobby and was sent back. Hitting a witch off her broom. Michael grabbed ahold of the broom on instinct. The broom then took off, as the masked man flew around uncontrollably.

Dracula tried to find the human, but he was nowhere to be found. Until he heard.

ZZZOOOMMM

A witch broom flew right past him and on it was the masked man himself. Flying around uncontrollably.

On the stairs was a pregnant Werewolf, Wanda. A young gothic girl was helping her down the stairs. This was Mavis.

"Oh honey, we were so worried about you, did everything go alright," Wanda said as Mavis helped her down the stairs.

"Oh, no everything was fine, the humans were just….boring," Mavis said, what she didn't know was that the masked man with the witch broom swirled around the hotel. It then went in the direction of Mavis.

"Mavis watch out!" Wanda shouted. But Mavis noticed one second too late, as the witch broom smashed into Mavis. Sending both the masked man and Mavis off the stairs.

Mavis groaned slightly. She was fine and uninjured. The masked man was laying down straight on his back. Until he slowly rose up on his back. Without using his knees. He then slowly turned his head to Mavis. Mavis looked at him.

Their eyes met. A sudden shimmer in their eyes could be seen.

"Mavy Wavy, My baby, are you alright!?" Dracula said as he got in front of Mavis and put up his cape to block the masked man.

"Yeah, I'm fine, that was weird," Mavis said. The masked man got up on his feet and started to breathe heavily again. He looked towards Dracula and Mavis.

"Uh, Dad, who is that?" Mavis asked.

"Oh that, that is uuuh, nobody," Dracula said nervously.

"Seriously, Dad?" Mavis said. The masked man then poked his head through Dracula's cape and tilted his head. Looking at Mavis.

Dracula then immediately put his cape in front of The Masked man's face.

"Okay, we got to go," Dracula said as he scooped up The masked man and zoomed upstairs.

Mavis looked back at her dad with suspicion and concern.

Unknown Location…

A police officer named Deputy Hawkins was investigating a prison bus crash just on the borders of Transylvania. There were a few police officers down but not dead. All of them were unconscious. Some of the inmates were walking about and had gone too far.

Hawkins slowly and cautiously walked around the back of the bus.

He opened the door and aimed his pistol inside.

"SHOW YOUR HANDS!" Hawkins shouted. He was expecting the inmates to be inside hiding, but what he didn't expect was a downed man who didn't seem to be an inmate.

"I've been shot." The man said. This looked to be a doctor.

"Alright stay with me, help's on the way," Hawkins reassured the downed man.

"Did he escape?" The man asked.

"Did who? Did who escape?" Hawkins asked yet again. But this time the man slowly lost consciousness.