I just want to do a disclaimer since I didn't do one in a while, I do not own Hotel Transylvania or Chaotic, but a girl can dream. I had this fic bouncing about in my head and here's the idea:
Drac and Martha already had Mavis long before the mob attacked, but when it did happen, they had a son, Thomas Lucien Dracula. Also, instead of just Martha dying, Drac did too.
So, Mavis steps up to help not just herself grow as a vampire, but also to raise her little brother. In doing so, she becomes super-overprotective and builds the hotel in her father's stead.
So, let's see how this is going to turn out!
Chapter 1: The Dracula Family
Deep in the country of Romania, in its famous deep, misty, gothic region of Transylvania was a large forest surrounding somewhat slanted hills. The trees were tall and were bare, all of the leaves littered the ground as the branches seemed to reach up towards the sky, twisting in ways that almost blocked out the light of the full moon, stretching for miles, creating an eerie feeling you'd find in a monster-horror movie.
Flying against the cloudy, starless sky, was a very small female black bat. She dove and weaved through the branches before coming upon a three-story mansion that looked a little bit like a castle. It was gothic in appearance with dark grey bricks and dark glass with a pair of dark, heavy double front doors and the grounds was encased behind an iron fence.
It flew up toward a balcony located on the top floor, where the doors were opened. Once the bat landed, it was soon enveloped by a bluish-purple smoke, which rose up a bit before fading away to reveal the shadowed figure of a young child, just around nine. Once the smoke was gone, a gentle wind, making the drapes flutter and give a more elegant touch to the figure's entrance.
The small figure practically glided into the room with an otherworldly grace into what appeared to be an old-fashioned nursery. The walls were painted black, a dark blue and dark purple hue to the ceiling with silver dots to resemble the night sky. All of the furniture was mostly wooden and were gothic-themed.
But the figure's attention was on one part of the room in particular. It was a small baby cradle that was black with wine-red drapes and a carousel of bats, axes and jack-o-lanterns hung above. Sitting next to it was a set of miniature stairs.
The figure's shadow loomed across the room onto the wall next to the crib, a pair of glowing poisonous green eyes peered down at the crib's sole occupant. It was a small baby boy that could only be described as the picture of otherworldly innocence with pale skin and a tiny wisp of jet black hair that curled on the top of his head. He was wrapped in a dark purple blanket and was sound asleep.
That was until the quiet squeaking of the miniature stairs from the small figure's otherwise silent footsteps caused the baby to stir, revealing a pair of breath-taking, sapphire blue eyes. The figure suddenly leaned in and said playfully, "Peek-a-boo!" In the playful, loving tone only an older sister could have.
However, the baby just blinked once before bursting out crying.
"Oh no, no, no, please don't cry, my little devil," The child spoke in gentle, female voice as it reached down to pick up the infant, "It's okay, you're okay. Mavy's here, ssh, you're okay. Mavy's here, my little Tommy…" She rocked him gently to and fro as she sang out in a gentle, soothing voice:
Hush, little vampire
Don't say a word
Cause big sister might end up
Your blood thirst
As the baby's cries subsided into cheerful coos, the figure stepped out of the shadows to reveal herself to be a young girl of just around nine with the same otherworldly appearance as the infant. She had the same jet black hair that was cut just short enough to reach the back of her neck and curled a bit, and had the same pale skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight, and her eyes, while also blue were more icy then sapphire, having a sophisticated aristocratic air about her despite being so young with her slim figure.
As if she wore royalty, she wore a lovely black dress that fell around her legs and knees with a cut square-neck and short, billowy-silk sleeves. Tied around her waist was a blood red sash tied loosely in a thin bow and she wore black dress shoes. Her most distinguishing choice of fashion, however, wasn't just the white hair ribbon that clung innocently to the back of her head, but also the long black cape that fell just enough to touch the floor. However, when the baby giggled, the little girl smiled, revealing a pair of fangs in the place of her canine teeth: vampire fangs.
This girl was none other than Mavis Cosmina Dracula, daughter of the one and only Count Vlad Tepes Dracula, the first of the vampires. This made her one of the first vampires to be born naturally instead of being turned, princess of the night…
Giggling with a sweet smile, Mavis spun her little brother around in the air as she said in a cute voice, "Mavy's going to tickle you…!" She then brought him down to blow on his stomach teasingly, "Mavy's going to tickle you!" She did it again before walking up another set of miniature wooden stairs to reach the change station where she changed her brother's diaper.
…and the big sister of one little boy.
Smiling as she levitated the dirty diaper into an oddly coffin-shaped trash-bin, before scooping her brother back into her arms as she whispered lovingly, "Good morning Thomas, my little scorpion."
000000000 Time Skip (twenty years later) 000000000
Years did their haunting dance for Mavis, who was now seventy-nine in human years, but looked twelve, as she oversaw her what was once her father's previous project. Dressed in a simple black dress with a cape that had a red inning, she sipped a steaming glass of O+ as she carefully watched a construction-troll go over the blueprints. The design was basic in itself, seeing as despite their overdramatic nature, vampires tried to live simple lives, their homes were no different, but seeing as Mavis had a different goal in mind, she saw no harm in changing things up a bit.
As much as trolls didn't have much good social skills, they were amazing builders, everything was always beautifully crafted down to the last detail when trolls were in charge or/and doing the actual building. Plus, she was familiar with particular troll, seeing how her father often called upon him mostly whenever he had something to build.
She left most of the work to him, seeing how her father trusted him so well with this sort of work, but like Dracula, Mavis had no qualms about adding her own suggestions or opinion. "No, no, no," She said shaking her, being careful not to spill her drink, "Lose the bottomless pit, we don't need a bottomless pit," Nodding, the troll erased the pit as Mavis smirked, "Put a moat instead with Devil's Eye Piranhas, dad always loved those for a reason." The troll smirked as well before doing as she said.
Mavis smiled before adding, "And can you put a little more square footage here; a lot of monsters have to be able to stay there." Just as the troll was about to try and do as she said, a little dribble of drool suddenly dropped from the ceiling, making the two blink in surprise before looking up.
Attached to ceiling was her twenty-five (actually only three chronologically) year-old brother Thomas, or Tom as she called him for short, who giggled as he crawled down from the ceiling. Chuckling fondly, Mavis scooped him up from the wall and tickled him under the chin, "Ooh, you silly little devil!" Tom just squealed in his sister's hold happily.
A few months passed as the work on the project continued but it didn't matter to Mavis, it meant all the more time to spend with her brother in his birth home. Speaking of which…
"Catch me, Mavy!" Tom giggled as he ran down one of the many halls of the main floor, eyes twinkling with glee.
"Mavy's gonna get you!" Mavis laughed as she ran after him, "Mavy's gonna get you, yes I am!" She then paused to lean against a wall, tired, as she fanned herself while groaning, "Oy." Even though he was just a kit, Lord both above and below that boy was fast, and he hasn't even reached triple digits yet or tapped into vampire super speed either. There was very little doubt in her mind that when he did master vampire super speed, her brother would surely become the fastest vampire to roam the earth, possibly faster then their own father and grandfather.
Tom skidded to a stop so his sister could get a break, allowing his wandering eyes to take a look around. They soon caught sight of the front doors slight opened just enough to let in a sliver of moonlight and a bit of a tree into view. Curious, Tom pointed as he called to his sister, "Wha oot dire?"
Mavis, at hearing the question, looked up just in time to see the little vampire curious pattering towards the open doors. Icy blue eyes widened in horror as Mavis seemed to get even paler before her brain finally kicked her body into gear and she sped forth, quickly scooping up her brother before he got to close to them.
"No, no, no, no," Mavis said trying to play of her nerves with a chuckle as she turned her back to the doors, gently chiding him, "Thomas Lucien Dracula, you are never to go out there…" She carried him away from the door, using her telekensis to shut it, accenting her tone of finality as she finished, "Ever."
It truly spooked the poor countess at the very idea of her little brother leaving the protection of the house while he was still a small kit, literally powerless against what lurked outside that wasn't a fellow monster. She calmed down once they were a save distance from the door as innocent blue eyes looked up at her, an equally innocent voice asking, "Why?"
"Because…" Mavis said pensively, "You just aren't ready yet poison," She carried him upstairs, giving a sweet, reassuring smile, "Trust me." Tom smiled a little as he rested his head, unable to not trust his loving big sister.
A few days past after that without much incidents as Mavis got engrossed in her project. But she still always found time for her brother. While putting Tom to bed, both dressed in the sleep-wear, Mavis was reading him a bedtime story, while at the same time subtly instilling a fear of a certain race.
"And the poor monsters had to go into hiding, but Harry the Human found them," Mavis read pretending to be afraid, whilst Tom's eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets, "And jumped out from under their beds!"
"Eep!" Tom squeaked tightly holding onto his blanket. "And tromped on their toes!" Mavis 'roared' playfully as Tom hid under the blanket and tried to 'tromp' his toes, "And burned their clothes!" She tried again, "And took their candy!"
She pulled back the blanket, only to find nothing there. She blinked in surprise and looked around, moving the many thin blankets on her brother's spacious bed as she called out confused, "Tommy? Tom? Thomas? Where-?" She then blinked at hearing a sniffle and looked under the bed to find him huddled in a far corner, clutching his stuffed wolf.
"Nomp my candy!" The frightened toddler cried as he hugged his toy tight. Mavis smiled at her brother's silliness and wondered if she was ever like that once, before giving a warm, reassuring smile as she said sweetly, "Oh Tommy, you know you don't have to worry, I promised mommy and daddy I'd always protect you, no matter what." With that said, she vanished from his view.
Tom stayed where he was until he heard the gentle strums of a guitar being played. Crawling out from under his bed, Tom turned onto his back and looked up to see his sister leaning on his bed, playing their father's old guitar, one of the few things she managed to save, her ever gentle, loving smile present as she sang:
My dearest Tommy
Let me wipe all your tears away
Tom smiled as he listened to his sister's beautiful voice. Mavis used her voodoo power to possess the guitar, allowing her to free her hands and scoop up Tom, gently placing him back on the bed.
Those humans are nasty
So with big sister you will stay
She then grabbed the guitar and resumed playing.
And if one tries to harm you
I'll simply say…
Mavis then paused in her playing as her skin gained a rosy-red hue and her eyes turned red with slit-pupils as she screeched out like a demonic bird. Just as soon as this transformation took place, it reversed as Mavis smiled at an unfazed Tom:
Because we're family…family…
Tom giggled happily as his fears completely disappeared as he smiled at his big sister, who he hugged.
0000000000000 Time Skip (thirty years) 000000000000
Another thirty years passed before a now teenaged Mavis deemed a now six-year-old Tom ready to begin his training in his vampire powers the abilities that came with it. Just as she imagined, Tom did prove to be very fast even in his first try. Naturally he had control of being able to walk on walls, so Mavis began to teach him how to utilize his shadow as a second being; it pretty much gave his shadow life and a personality of its own, allowing it to move freely on its own accord and move objects much like a voodoo spirit would.
What had Mavis happy was how obedient the shadow was to Tom's wishes, in fact, it seemed to go out of its way to make him happy. Aside from a few scruffs were it threw its own opinion or gave sass, Tom's shadow proved to be very useful and easy to get along with. This left only the more major things left for him to learn, such as hypnotic eyes, the power of hypnotic-suggestion, his own telepathic powers, being able to turn into a bat and discovering his element. Every vampire had a special elemental-telekinetic power, Mavis, much like her mother, had control of fire, whilst Tom had yet to discover his yet. To many this power was a physical symbol of a vampire's personality.
Currently, Mavis was teaching Tom the easier of the five; turning into a bat. She did this by having him stand on the foot of his bed, while wearing a helmet for safety measures, while she knelt in front of him, ready to catch him should he not turn into a bat and fall.
"Just push off at the knees and go," Mavis instructed him, "Trust me, Tom." Trusting her, Tom jumped off his footboard and instinctively twisted midair as a familiar bluish-purple smoke swirled around him.
It then faded away to reveal a small black bat in Tom's place wearing a miniature version of Tom's helmet. Mavis gasped at seeing this and at hearing her gasp, Tom opened his eyes and grinned at realizing what was happening as he shouted excitedly, "I'm flying!"
"You did it!" Mavis cheered as she stood watching as Tom flew up towards his ceiling, whooping with glee, "You go my little troll!" Mavis then turned into a bat easily twice Tom's bat form's size and playfully chased him around the chandelier as they weaved through the golden metal and beads, laughing.
As this went on, the construction troll Mavis had put in charge of her project appeared in the doorway and blinked at the sight before (or rather above) him. He then seemed to hesitate before calling out, "Um…ma'am!"
Instantly, Mavis stopped and turned to him, a bit miffed at having her quality time with her brother interrupted as she snapped at him, "What? WHAT? What is this time?"
A sudden klonk-noise made her blink before turning to see Tom had flown right into a wall, but shook it off as he smiled at his sister, "I'm okay!" She then turned back to the troll expectantly.
"It's finished!" The troll said smirking.
Mavis' eyes immediately lit up as they widened at the same time before she calmly turned to Tom and said, "Thomas, keep practicing, Mavy's got something she has to take care of quick." Tom immediately understood the importance since she called him 'Thomas' and nodded.
As Tom continued to fly around the room, Mavis turned back into her normal form and took a moment to smooth out her loose, black dress before almost grinned at the troll as she said, "Show me!"
The troll lead Mavis to her study where they stepped out onto the balcony. Mavis kept up her business woman façade as she took in the project, hands clasped and face blank as she said in an air of approval, "Looks good and only monsters can find it, correct?"
"Right ma'am," The troll nodded, "There's no way a human could find it, even if they tried. You got the castle itself surrounded by four-hundred acres of dark, spooky forest complete with a haunted cemetery alone the perimeter; any human foolish enough to get too close will be scared off real good!" He then frowned, "However…I must warn you ma'am, nothing's perfect, so play it smart; no bonfires, no fireworks or anything too big and bright that'll light up the area."
"Understood; no big lights, no trouble," Mavis nodded motioning for him to leave. Nodding in respect, the troll did so, leaving the young countess to her thoughts. Soon enough it would be ready and she wouldn't have to worry much anymore.
Mavis smiled as she walked over to a large family portrait framed in solid white gold with blue sapphires. The people in the portrait were well-shadowed, but the adults' faces were just see able, their blue eyes almost seemed to glow.
"It's almost done, dad," Mavis whispered with a bittersweet smile as she reached up to gently touch the painting, "The place you and mom always talked about for Thomas and me…" She gently placed her forward against, barely holding back her tears.
00000000000 Time Skip (A month Later) 00000000000
Tom smiled up at his sister as he held her hand, her warm, caring smile never leaving her face as she lead him into their new home as she though, 'No one will ever harm our family again here…'
This new home was more then ten times bigger then their old one. Its grand, wine-red, brick walls and dark grey, almost black tiled-roofs almost vanished against the dark, cloudy sky. It's spacious grounds held plenty of room for cars as well as its grand marble porch. It was easily the most luxurious castle in the region, something out of a horror story. And it was all theirs.
And that's it! Mavis is Tom's big sister and he's a vampire!
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Until the next chapter! Bye!