Okay, let's see if I can stick with the groove of writing for a while. Stress levels have gone down a bit but it's still pretty ridiculous. To think that people ask why I'm antisocial...lol. Oh well, on with the show!
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Disclaimer: I still do not own Hotel Transylvania or any of those characters. I own my OC's Inmoon, Viore, Isobel, Zeyphx, Lorelay, Ruthaven, and now Medusa. I also totally own this plot!
The hotel was sheer chaos as the group walked through the doors. Monsters and humans alike rushing to and fro about the lobby while various news groups attempted to report over the cacophony of voices. The head of the witch cleaning staff, the same one to assist Mavis down in Dracula's vaults ran forward to greet them.
"Oh stars above you're here!" She exclaimed breathlessly. "It's pandemonium in here Mavis! We're treating everyone for sunburns." She explained as she waved for them to follow her. "And I do mean everyone."
She gestured to a human leaning back in his chair, skin a bright pink, and a fish man who stood hunched over next to him, skin dry and peeling.
"We're still not sure exactly what happened." The witch explained as she rushed through the swarm of bodies. "The woman that was in the room when it happened hasn't woken up yet and that was three days ago. Guess that's what you get for being at ground zero."
They passed by a skeleton who's bones were blackened and Mavis winced.
"There wasn't a single place in the hotel that was safe from that light!" The witch groaned. "All we know is that Viore is no longer petrified but he hasn't woken up yet either so we can't get any answers from him yet. He's...different though." She finished as she pushed open the doors to the infirmary.
Everyone gasped at the sight that greeted them. All around them rushed the witches that were well versed in healing magic. Littering the beds along the walls lay the unfortunate vampires who had been in the hotel. Their skin was cracked, bleeding, blackened and there was little anyone could do for them as their bodies healed at a far slower pace than normal. There were humans there as well who's skin had blistered and they moaned in pain.
The witch led them to a bed, curtained off from the rest.
"This is her, the poor dear. Her name is Ellena." She shook her head in sympathy.
Upon the bed lay a young human woman, her hair was frayed and burnt, her skin was blistered terribly, and white wrappings covered her eyes. She was still unconscious and it seemed a good thing now that they saw her condition.
"We...aren't certain if her eyes can be saved." The witch grimaced. "But we will try."
She closed the curtain and led them over to a door.
"He's in here." she said as she turned the handle and opened the door.
They all filed in one by one to view the figure sleeping on the bed. He looked peaceful and calm but the witch was right, he was different. They hadn't noticed the signs of age on him before but now that they were gone they were so obvious. The wrinkles around his eyes and on his forehead were gone. His skin was full and bright and young. The faint streaks of grey in his hair had vanished and the black strands shone with health and life. He even looked younger in age. He had appeared before as though he was in his fifties but now he couldn't be any older than twenty.
"Wow." Griffin mumbled.
"He is the Phoenix. Youth and vitality is kinda what happens after he explodes." Ruthaven said.
"Does he normally explode?!" Johnny exclaimed.
"No...at least not anymore." Ruthaven answered with a shrug.
"So, he hasn't woken up...at all?" Mavis asked.
"No." The witch answered with a shake of her head.
"I've got this." Ruthaven muttered as he slid a golden ring off of his finger.
He took a half step toward the bed before settling the simple golden band upon Viore's chest. He hesitated for a moment before pulling his hand back and waiting. As they watched the gold band began to tarnish and warp before breaking apart in tiny flakes and winding into the air only to crumble and vanish completely. After the ring was no more Viore's chest rose as he took a deep breath and his eyes began to flicker.
"Wha-" Murray spluttered.
"He's an empath." Medusa wheezed. "Feeds on emotions. If you care a lot about an object it becomes filled with emotional energy."
"What was that?" Mavis whispered as she looked at Ruthaven with wide eyes.
"My wedding ring." He responded sadly. "But it was worth it."
"You have a wife?" Frank blurted in surprise.
"Not anymore." He said after a hard swallow.
Silence descended upon the room as they watched Viore stir as his eyes flicked back and forth beneath his lids. He groaned and turned his head as he struggled his way to wakefulness. His eyes rolled as he slowly opened them and the witch crouched down beside him.
"Viore." She called quietly. "Viore can you hear me? Are you alright?"
He slurred something unrecognizable in response.
"Try again, we couldn't quite catch that."
He gulped and parted his dry lips before forcing a weak whisper out of his parched throat.
"Fuckin' freezin'." He rasped. "Git me a blankit ya stone cold bitch." He snarled before coughing.
"He's fine." Medusa croaked with an audible grin.
"Ya dun git to be happy ya lizard faced hag." He coughed again. "Stop smilin'."
"He's grumpy." Johnny said with a raised brow.
"I think he's allowed to be grumpy." Ruthaven smirked.
"I wasn't saying that he wasn't allowed to. Just making an observation dude."
"Well make yer observations somewhere else." Viore coughed as he snatched the thick blanket from the witch and cocooned himself.
"Wait." Mavis said as she pulled on his shoulder making him growl. "How do we wake the others?"
"Feed 'em ya walnut." He snarled before rolling back over and beginning to snore.
"W-wait." Mavis stuttered.
"Get out." Came the powerful voice of Fire as Viore's body gave off smoke.
"And we're gone." Ruthaven squeaked as he gathered Mavis and everyone together and ushered them out of the door.
"B-but...he." Mavis spluttered as she was shoved out of the infirmary.
"Trust me. If he's in that foul of a mood you wanna stay well away." Ruthaven said.
"How are we supposed to feed them?!" Frank thundered. "They're stone statues! How do you feed a rock?!"
"We'll figure it out." Ruthaven said sternly. "And if we don't we have the time to wait for Viore to gain enough strength back. He's a grump when he's feeling under the weather, and a wimp about it too but don't tell him I told you please? He'd half kill me. But I am serious, he'll be nothing but complaints until he's back to a hundred percent."
"Wow...exact opposite of my dad." Mavis said. "He won't even admit to not feeling well. Pretty much have to tie him to the bed."
"Fire vs Shadow." Ruthaven shrugged. "They are complete opposites in many ways."
"I thought they were opposites in every way?" Johnny asked with a raised brow.
"In the way that light and shadow are opposites but it's Fire and Water that are on either end of their personal spectrums. It's Shadow and Spirit that stand against one another, but they balance each other out."
"That...sounds confusing."
"It can be." Ruthaven nodded.
"Alright." Frank said, clapping his hands. "Well we know that Drac needs blood."
"Human blood." Murray elaborated.
"Human blood, yes and I would assume that the werewolf eats the same thing that others do."
"Her name is Inmoon." Mavis added.
"Right. Inmoon. But...what do the others eat?"
"What even are they?" Murray asked the group.
"Well, we know that Zeyphx is a Warlock but..."
All eyes turned to Ruthaven at the sound of his quiet giggling. His eyes widened and he smirked.
"Just waiting to be involved in the conversation."
"You know what they all are." Murray face-palmed.
"Yes." He smiled. "Zeyphx is a Warlock While Lorelay is kinda like a Water Spirit. She's unique and humans never really gave her a name. She's just...Lorelay. Isobel is the Banshee or the Grim Reaper depending on where you live-"
"You mean she eats souls?!" Johnny shrieked.
"Life energy, but essentially souls yes." Ruthaven answered before continuing. "I know that Lorelay had a habit of luring people in and eating them but I don't know if it was a certain part or not."
"How are we supposed to feed them human flesh, never mind the fact that they're statues, but that isn't the easiest or most legal thing to just go grab." Johnny asked.
"What about human's who are already dead?" Mavis suggested.
"That's called grave robbery Mavis." Frank said. "I can tell you exactly how badly human's react to that."
"I mean what if we got permission? A Donation or something like that? The story's spread pretty far. Don't you think that someone might want to help?"
Silence stretched through the group as they pondered the idea.
"I don't know….." Johnny muttered as he scratched his head. "I mean….it's possible. But I really doubt someone is going to do that. We might be able to get something from a blood bank but how the heck do we get it into them is the problem."
"What's a blood bank?" Wayne asked.
"Oh. It's, like, this place that keeps blood that human's donate for transfusions. Like, when someone gets hurt and looses too much blood they can it replaced." Johnny answered.
"Just human blood in itself may be enough to revive Inmoon but she will be weak. Very weak. It will take her more time than any of the others to recover." Ruthaven supplied.
"Think that would work for Lorelay too?" Murray asked.
"Possibly, but it would be the same situation for her as with Inmoon." Ruthaven replied, scratching his chin.
"Johnny, can you find one of these blood banks and contact them?" Mavis asked.
"Probably but….I mean….dude, that's a weird thing to ask."
"Just try. We've finally figured out how to wake them." Mavis said as she hugged him tightly. "After three years I can get my dad back."
"I'll try Mavy." He replied quietly as he gripped her back.
"We'll all look and make calls and see what we can find." Frank said with certainty.
Everyone nodded and went their separate ways to access computers in silence. Hope hung anew in the air and with it came the spark of energy revived. Johnny and Mavis found themselves smiling genuinely as they both rushed off together.
"We could get him back!" Mavis gasped in excitement as she leaped into Johnny's arms once they had reached their shared room.
"I know!" Johnny grinned. "I've missed him too."
"Do you think we'll wake him fast enough? I mean….before?" She bit her lip.
"I really hope so." He grinned.
"Do you think he'll be mad?" She looked at him, worried.
"It's a baby not a bomb. He'll be overjoyed." Johnny laughed as he rubbed her belly affectionately.
"I mean about us not being married yet." She deadpanned.
"Oh." His eyes grew wide. "Maayyyyybeeee?" He grimaced. "We just…..we wanted him there for the wedding."
"I know but what if he gets mad?" She whispered.
"Babe." Johnny responded gently as he grabbed her hands and held them to his chest. "He's your dad. I don't think I've ever actually seen him get mad at you." He grinned before his face fell. "It's me I'm worried about."
"I'm sure it'll be okay." She said before leaning in and giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek.
His face brightened with a grin as he spun to retrieve his laptop from his bedside table drawer. He leaned back on the silken sheets and set to work as Mavis left to tend to the goings on in the Hotel. She never really knew exactly how difficult of job it was, keeping track of every little thing inside such a large castle. Her father had seemed to manage it with such poise and, instead of the grace her father possessed, she tended to lose her temper easily. At times she was much less polite in situations that her father could have handled with ease.
She sighed to herself as she passed by the ballroom. Housekeeping was working carefully to remove the blackened scorching from the petrified pillars. She took a deep breath and continued down the hall, shoes emitting a muffled click with each step she took on the ornate carpet beneath her. She felt pity for the young woman who had awoken Viore. She only hoped they could save the child's eyes. Such a cruel reward that would be for her task, an eternity of blindness. She was hero to monster kind and Mavis intended to treat her as such.
She held her head high, though her spirits were still low. Like a true Dracula she pressed on despite the darkness that filled her heart. She entered the Lobby and began the task of resetting order and maintaining a calm demeanor throughout the hotel. She set tasks for each staff member who had no grave injuries from Viore's awakening and the hours flew by as she did all within her power to care for the emergency at hand.
As Monster kind finally began to feel a renewed sense of hope, far across the globe, a different sort of community had begun to regroup. Their own sense of courage and purpose had been reborn with the emergence of the Vours and the great catastrophe that had taken place. They gathered in the darkened, quite places of the world to commune with one another. They whispered tales brought to each guild by clever spies sent unto the world to gather information. The guilds had learned from the tales of their ancestors that planning and knowledge were vital to their purpose.
So, they whispered tales to one another and together the guilds convened in a great gathering not seen in centuries. The time they had been waiting for had come. Their enemy had revealed themselves and, at present time were weak and distracted. Together the Slayers Guilds from across the world would make a decision regarding the fate of all monster kind.
They shrouded themselves in shadow and secrecy and had learned this method so well that not even their mightiest foe, the great Demon Lord, Prince of Darkness, Dracula himself had not discovered their whereabouts. In fact the believed them to be an extinct group otherwise he would not had taken such a bold risk in revealing their existence.
"That risk will cost that Demon It's life." The strong voice boomed throughout the room. Carrying with it a sense of absolute certainty. "Three years ago we lost one of our own who bravely faced our long dormant foe. We will have vengeance."
The room cheered a great cacophony of rage and blood-lust.
Even as, in unknown numbers, human's plotted their demise monster kind felt themselves gaining confidence and power. Mavis regained her courage and took to her responsibilities with new strength. She knew what to do and her authority gave others comfort. Though she panicked inside one could not tell by looking at her. She ordered monsters and humans alike this way and that, offering apologies and condolences as she went. Having finally restored balance and order to the hotel she allowed herself to take a deep breath and lean forward against the front desk.
She sighed as she began to gather her thoughts together.
"Everything will be okay." She thought to herself. "Everything is going to be okay now."
Even as she allowed herself this little break a Witch maid came racing to the front desk, mouth open as she took panicked breaths and gazed upon Mavis with terror.
"My Lady." She hesitantly spoke. "I'm afraid there's been a bit of an accident."
Mavis glanced down at the black smears on the Witch's face and hands and a cold feeling settled in her stomach.
"Well…." The Witch started. "We were cleaning off your father….well it sounds wrong when I put it like that." she winced.
"What happened?!" Mavis snapped.
"My Lady, it was an accident." The Witch blubbered as she backed away. "We were being gentle you must understand."
"What happened!?" Mavis roared.
"Well…..Morana….She….slipped." The Witch wrung her hands together. "Fell hard My Lady. I'm afraid….his hand….she broke it off."
"SHE WHAT?!" Mavis shrieked in rage and in s gust of wind she was gone.
Mavis flew through the halls in a blind panic, mind racing as she neared the ballroom where her father still stood. She screeched to a halt in the doorway and stomped over to the terrified group of Witches gathered together in front of her father's stone form.
"It was an accident." Morana whispered guiltily and Mavis shoved her aside to survey the damage herself.
She gasped in horror as she saw the crumbled remains of her father's stone hand, shattered on the sparkling floor beneath him. His outstretched arm now ended in a mere stump. She bent down, hands shaking, to lift a piece of the rubble and remove his wedding band and clench it in her palm. She stood, silent and shaking for a few minutes before she whirled on the group of Witches behind her in a fit of rage.
"How dare you!" Her voice thundered through the room. "How dare you!" Tears formed in her eyes.
The Witches backed away, eyes wide in fear.
"He isn't just a statue!" She yelled.
"We know-" Mavis cut the Witch off with a shout.
"He's my father! I trusted you to treat him with respect! Look at what you've done!" She bared her fangs in anger as tears fell down her cheeks.
"We're sorry." One of the Witches whispered.
"Sorry won't fix this you old hag!" Mavis shrieked.
"Mavis!" Eunice's voice echoed across the ballroom.
"Go away!" Mavis snarled.
"Stop this right now!" Eunice yelled. "It was an accident."
"They broke off his hand!" Mavis spun to face her approaching Aunt.
"Sweetie." Wanda said as she entered the room. "It'll be okay."
"You all can get out of here." Eunice glared fiercely at the group of Witches who scrambled for the door.
"You need to act according to your class." Eunice scolded.
"We watched him regrow limbs honey." Wanda said with a comforting touch of her paw. "It'll all be okay."
Mavis wiped away the tears from her cheeks before tucking the ring into a small pocket sewn into her dress. She looked once more at the broken appendage before her eyes grew wide.
"Holy rabies." She whispered as she drew her face nearer to the broken section. "Holy rabies!"
"What?" Wanda and Eunice asked.
"Do you see that." Mavis responded, pointing to shattered stump. "Those are bones. Stone bones and that," She pointed to another section. "is an artery."
She stared at her Aunt's with wide eyes.
"They aren't just statues!" She yelled. "Everything is still intact inside too! That means that we can drill in and access the arteries directly! That's how we can feed them!" She shrieked before running through the hotel in search of Griffin.
Dear God this chapter was fricken awful to write. So sorry it's been so long since I've updated. The ONLY computer in our house broke and I finally managed to find one for a good price and now I'M BAAAAAAACK! Again, so sorry! Also sorry if this chapter seems a bit forced…..cause it was.