Hotel Transylvania: The Aftermath

chapter 2

The Night After

"Man… I definitely drunk too much last night…" Murray was slumped over the drum set.

Frank's head, which had ended up at the other side of the pool, concurred.

"It was Mavis's birthday guys, there's no such thing as too much." Wayne answered.

"You always feel like you've been on a binge Wayne. Remind me never to have kids." Murray added.

The party had dragged on long into the night. Fireworks had illuminated the sky, revealing the hotel's location to the outside for the first time. There was no longer a need for secrecy from Humans. Half of the hotel guests hadn't even made it back to their rooms since the night before. It was a celebration like none that had ever been held at the hotel. Mavis had turned one hundred and eighteen, zinged with Johnny and opened a new life to Monsters amongst Humans. That, however, would still involve a lot of work to get right.

Frank groaned as he put himself back together.

"What were you on last night, Murray? After the first hour you were summoning sand all over the place." Frank asked his friend.

"This, its good stuff." Murray chucked him a bottle.

"Murray… this is formaldehyde." Frank told him.

"I know. It goes down a treat mixed with some white spirits."

Frank cracked his back as he stretched. Another night covered the mountains of Transylvania in a calming darkness. He noticed the pool was a bit worse for wear.

"Err, Murray? Drac is not going to be happy with you one bit."

Murray groaned and opened his eyes. The entire pool had been filled with sand.

"Oops… I'm sure Drac won't notice." Murray shrugged it off.

"At least give us a warning before you do the song of your people, Murray." Frank laughed.

He left his friends to practically resuscitate themselves. The sight wasn't any better inside the hotel. The lobby was filled with monsters trying to wake themselves up.

"Please kill me, again." One ghoul groaned through his hangover.

Frank grinned as he watched the zombie staff trying to clear the place up a bit. Witches were soon zooming around, picking up after the guests. Today would not be an easy job for them. After the night before, Frank was looking forward to seeing his best friend, Count Dracula.

The Vampire had just risen out of his coffin. The sun had fallen once again, meaning it was safe for his kind. He had already received a thorough 'sunburn' that week, he didn't want another one. With his cloak straightened out, he looked up at the painting of him, and his now long deceased wife. He did something he never thought he would do whilst admiring it. He smiled.

"Just like I promised you, Martha. I did it. We did it."

He wished he could hold onto his old, silver locket of her, but it had been lost over one hundred years ago. He had tried to get zombie Van Gogh to make a copy based on his larger painting, but the undead artist could never hear his instructions correctly. No matter, she would always be there in his heart, and on the wall of course. The events that had happened in 1898 were a blur to him now, they had been locked away deep into the recesses of his mind. There was no need to think of things that were best left forgotten.

He thought about the previous night's events, and with that, he crossed his hands with excitement. He turned towards the door, his deathly cape flowing around him. He had a huge grin on his face. As he went to open the door, he heard a knock. The door smacked straight into the person on the opposite side.