Broken Bond (A Hotel Transylvania Fanfic)

Bedtime Stories

Mavis' POV:
"Daddy, tell me the story about Olivia..."
"Again?"
"Hehe. Yep!"
"Okay, then you must go to sleep. The sun will be up soon, Mouse."
"Alright! Love you Daddy."
He smiled lovingly at me as a response to my statement. Every day I would ask him to tell me the same story over and over again, I was just so curious and interested, I had to know more! Dad never lost his protectiveness and I never lost my enthusiam towards these stories. After learning every single feature of my sister, I would play with her in my imagination and protect her from the humans. Me and dad used to always say the last line together when he reached the end of the tale.
"Bed time Mavy! Off you go, sweet fang!" I pouted, bed time was the worst... Despite the many lines in the story, I wanted to go out and explore the world! Dad said that when I was 118 I could leave the hotel and be free- I was only 82, but I knew exactly where I was headed, Ha wee-wee.
"Mavy... Come on! Bed!" His voice was slightly more firm, "You know what the sun can do to your beautiful skin..."
Again, I pouted, "One more story! Then bed!" I saw a look of defeat on his face, I was triumphant once more- my face always worked!
"Okay. This one is about a monster, and... Two vampires who are very lucky to be alive." He'd never told me a story like that before. It was simply amazing! It was about how one vampire thought he could trust the monster- but it killed his wife and child, two vampires survived. Then the monster... disappeared the vampire never saw him again...
Then Dad showed me a picture,
"This is what the monster looked like." His hand covered half of the picture so I only saw a pale green, smiling monster with stitches all over his body,
"Daddy? What happened to him? Why didn't the vampire see him again?" I was beginning to tire but continued to ask questions.
"I don't know, Mouse. No-one knows. Ok, now, let's get you to bed, it's 6am!"
I yawned and nodded, too tired to protest. I felt myself being picked up by my Dad's slender arms and be layed into my bed as my eyes slowly shut. Dad planted a kiss on my head and crept out of the room.
All night I thought of the story. I needed answers. Someone had to have them, somewhere...