Sweet Fangs

Black Innocence

Johnny was speechless...Mavis didn't understand the situation. She looked confused at Johnny's embarrassment.

"Where's the other bed?" She asked.

Would Johnny have to sleep on the floor? Mavis pondered.

"Oh! I'll sleep on the ceiling!" Mavis offered. She swirled into a bat and hung from the fan.

"Nah, it's cool. I'll sleep on the floor." Johnny said. He pulled out a few blankets and a pillow. Mavis felt guilty about letting him sleep on the floor.

"Good night, Sweet Fang." Johnny whispered.

"Good night Johnny-Stein." Mavis teased.

Mavis was comfortable, and tired, but she couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned, but it didn't do anything. She smiled to herself. She then turned into a purple mist, and reappeared in Johnny's arms. She snuggled and then she slept like a baby.

"OOHHH HO HO HO...MAVEEEEYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!" Dracula dramatically sobbed. He couldn't even go 5 minutes without him crying.

"I need to get some rest..." He whined.

He proceeds to his large black coffin, and slowly closes his eyes.

"Honey..." He heard a painfully familiar voice....

Martha.

He was now dreaming. He's lost in a forest, confused. He doesn't usually have dreams, but when he does, that means something is going to happen. Whether it's good or bad, it's going to be big. He heard it again.

"Drac...darling..."

His eyes began to tear up.

"Martha...I'm here...!"

He turned left and right, desperately trying to find his love. He leaned against a tree, feeling defeated. He felt the tree move. He looked up.

"Dracula..."

"Martha!" He embraced her tightly, she hugged him and her looked into her eyes.

"Where have you been? I've been lonely..." He moved her hair away from her porcelain face. She sighed.

"I've always been here, waiting for the right moment to see you. You know Mavis is going to be with the boy, but she needs a warning to be heeded."

Dracula sensed something ominous. His face turned to confusion. Martha's face turned serious.

"She may be a Dracula, but she also has a bit of me. Blood, Dracula. She'll want blood."

Dracula's face turned grim.

He awoke.

He have Mavis the ring to make sure she'll be okay, it is somewhat like a tracking device. He pulled out a similar ring from a drawer, and closed his eyes. He can visualize everything in his mind. He sees a room, with a bed, which seemed empty. He looks around, only to be horrified: Mavis and Johnny are....SLEEPING.....together...!

Dracula's natural instinct was to intimidate Johnny by growling, with his face menacing. But if course, it has no effect, for he can only see them, not interact with them. He couldn't understand why Mavis would want...blood. That repulsive fattening liquid humans believe we drink from them. Or at least, what the others drink. Dracula never understood why vampires find blood necessary, he liked moose blood, or even turkey blood. But human blood...