By the time that the next day had arrived, the hotel was alive and kicking with monsters and humans alike.

Unsurprisingly enough, Dracula found that the monsters, just like his friends, had taken to the humans with much enthusiasm, delighted to find that none of them seemed to want to dismember them or burn them at the stake. Drac had to admit that to some degree he felt relief, but he still felt some unease. He did his best to maintain a friendly smile as humans piled in through the revolving front doors - now adorned with a sign that read WELCOME HUMANS TO HOTEL TRANSYLVANIA! - and gave a usual greeting. The folks that didn't burst in and take pictures as soon as they got into the lobby instead swampedhimwith photos with that strange rectangular device that they all seemed to have. Every time, he would try to tell them that he would not appear in the photograph, but every time they were too quick to listen and would find out onlyafterthey had taken the photo that what he had tried to tell them was true. They would then gush about their excitement and scamper off, seeing to any other activity that they could find among the hotel. He didn't pay much attention to the faces, but one in particular he recognized as he came in through the doors.

"Hey, here's the man of the hour! Count Dracula himself!"

Dracula wanted to groan as Quinston and his two aides - Harper and Levon - sauntered inside through the front doors, a bright smile on his face and a chipper attitude to accompany it. He came up to Drac and slung an arm around his shoulder. "Isn't this just great? Humans and monsters can now live in harmony now that you've opened up this really great hotel to the humans!"

"Eh-heh…" Dracula offered an uneasy chuckle as he used his magic to remove the arm from his shoulders. "I wouldn't go as far as to saythatjust yet. Mind you, I only opened the doors of the hotel to humans for this 'Monster Festival' event that my daughter wanted us to have here."

"Ah, yes, of course," Quinston replied, taking a fiber cloth and briefly wiping the lens of his glasses before putting them back on his face. "But you know, you can't keep these doors closed to us forever. As I mentioned before, it's the twenty-first century. I'd say the humans here so far are taking to this place here as well as a vampire to the night!"

"Ehhh, what? What are you talking about?" Dracula didn't think so, but then Quinston led him away from the lobby and began to roam down the vast halls with the Count.

"Surely Mr. Count Dracula sir, you didn't think we would stopheredid you? We've got a great thing going right now… just take a look around!"

They stopped at the outdoor patio where some of the guests were having a cookout. Humans held up their rectangular objects as he saw that Frank was in the middle of it all at the grill with an older human man. "Boy!" the man exclaimed. "I never once imagined I'd be having a cookout withFrankenstein!"

"You'd better believe it!" Frank laughed cheerfully. Suddenly, the patty he had on the grill burst into flames. The Stein's eyes grew wide and he shrieked. "FIRE! AHHHH!" He ran off, zooming past Dracula and into the safety of the hotel's pool. His landing was so hard that he broke into pieces that floated on the water's surface. "Sorry!" he called out.

Drac gave Quintson a look. The man chucked sheepishly. "I'd say he's being Franke-ccentric?"

Dracula shook his head. "More like he's having hu-mania," he retorted.

"All right all right, so no more cookouts for Frank, I got it!" Quinston said, taking out the rectangular object in his hands and jotting with his fingers.

Dracula raised an eyebrow. "Whatisthat thing? All you humans seem to have it!"

"Oh this?" Quinston asked as he raised up the object. "Why, it's a phone!"

Dracula laughed. "How can that be a phone? I've been around forcenturies.You can't take pictures or type on them. Iknowwhat a phone looks like. And it looks likethis." They had entered from outside back indoors and passed by the front desk. He showed Quintson the skull-shaped phone that was sitting on there. As if on cue, it began to ring, the ringtone an awful and rather alarming screaming. The Count picked it up. "Hotel Transylvania, this is the manager Count Dracula speaking, how may we assist you?"

"Hey, Drac," a familiar voice on the other end responded. "Do you mind accompanying me over to the tennis court?"

He whipped around and saw Quinston, holding up that rectangular object - aphone- up to his ear and grinning as he waved from the other end of the hall. Dracula groaned and hung up. He hated to be wrong.

He, Quinston, and the aides walked out into the tennis court where they saw the werewolves - Wayne and Wanda - and a couple of human guys engaged in a match.

Quinston continued talking to Drac. "You see, phones are good for other things now. Like, recording all the fun activities here so that you can post a promotional video for the hotel!" He demonstrated by taking his phone and hitting the 'Record' button. The humans were currently playing a game of 'werewolf in the middle.' Every time the ball was hit, it needed to make it to the other side before Wayne could catch it. Only, it neverdidmake it to the other side. Over and over the ball was hit, and over and over Wayne's canine instincts overtook, and he leaped up catching the ball between his teeth and promptly burying it in the ground, panting happily like an overexcited puppy afterwards.

Wanda, who was sitting along the sidelines, shook her head disapprovingly. "Wayne, honey, give them a chance. They've barely been able to score a point!"

Her point became moot however, when a tennis ball from the court sailed overhead her in that instant. Her eyes widened and she yipped with excitement. "BALL!" The werewolf leaped from her comfortable position on the seat and took off after it, catching it between her teeth before it could sail out of the court and then proceeding to bury it in the ground like her husband had. The two humans on the court exchanged a bewildered glance before breaking out in laughter.

Quinston had himself a hearty laugh as well and nudged Drac. "See? They're getting along!"

"I guess…" Drac shrugged.

"Think about it, Drac," Quinston pressed, walking along back indoors and turning down some halls. "Humans and monsters relaxing in one place together. You'd get more business, the monsters would get more positive publicity, and humans can be considered friends!" He paused when he heard some voices behind a door and then opened it up. It was the hotel's steam room. Inside, Griffin was lounging along with several humans and a handful of monsters. He took notice of the open door and waved an invisible hand to the newcomers. "Oh, hey Drac!"

"Eh... hi Griffin," he said in response with a half-hearted wave.

Then Griffin got back into the conversation he was having. "So then I said to them, you seriously won't let me in just because of the whole 'No Shoes No Shirt No Service' policy? Well, what if you can't evenseemy body? I mean, does itreallymatter?"

The group laughed, and Quinston did too.

"Now come on, Drac! Youcan'ttell me they're not getting along swimmingly. Speaking of which, I think I'd like to take myself a dip in your pool fairly soon!"

Quinston turned to leave, and Drac turned to follow, but a sudden exhalation of steam from the Steam Room blew out from the open door. Dracula froze in his tracks. There was a certain scent on the steam… and it made his mouth unexpectedly water. The vampire shook his head in surprise.Thiswas new. Steam from the Steam Room had neveroncesmelled rather…delicious.He looked back inside, wondering what exactly triggered his reaction. Griffin was still chatting idly with the folks, beads of sweat on everyone's brows and shoulders. Dracula cocked his head, trying to figure it out, when another whiff of steam blew onto his face. This one had an even more appetizing scent to it, and suddenly Drac felt himself drawn to finding the source. His eyes slit, and a low growl began to rumble in the back of his throat as a predatory feeling began to rise in him. Unconscious of his own actions as he began to stalk inside, claws flexed…

"Drac?"

The vampire was immediately snapped out of his trance and looked down to his side to see Quinston's aides.

"Eh... yes?" he answered, recomposing himself.

"Quinston was asking if you were going to drop by the pool area as well," the shorter, squattier aide named Harper asked him.

"Oh!" Drac exclaimed, seeing Quinston already at the other end of the hall. "Eh... no, that's okay. I'm going to go grab a quick snack in the kitchen and then find my Mavy. You can tell him that I'll see him later."

The aides nodded, and left to join Quinston, an uneasy look on their faces. Dracula in the meantime left for the kitchen as he said he would, a strong craving for Blood Beater on his mind.

Quinston sighed. "Isn't it great? I think Drac didn't hear me calling him at first because he got so lost in the moment. I think all that friendship in the Steam Room is finally making him realize how harmonious humans and monsters can be with one another."

His aides exchanged a look. "I don't think it was the harmony that got his attention," Harper said.

"Yes," Levon agreed. "It looked more like he was trying to determine howappetizingthey would be."

Quinston was baffled. "What?"

Harper spoke up again, clasping his hands together. "Mr. Quinston, sir, certainly you rememberwhywe humans used to be scared of Dracula in the first place. Maybe we have reason to still be scared now, too - perhaps he may still be a threat!"

Quinston put his hands on his hips. "What are you talking about?"

"We're talking aboutblood," Levon answered. "Humanblood. The kind that vampires depend on for their source of nutrition!"

Quinston raised an eyebrow at him, then laughed. "Isthatwhat that is? You don't need to worry aboutthat!I heard Drac's friends mention to folks that he doesn't drink blood anymore. He drinks a substitute that is healthier. There's no need to worry." Then he straightened up, and waved his aides along to help him bring his bags up to the suite he was going to be staying at.

In the kitchen, Drac had finished his fill of Blood Beaters, for the first time not being fully satisfied in satiating his thirst.