| 01. | Jonathan/Mavis with
Title: "Journey's End"
Author: Kat Lee
Rating: G/K
He never really knew what he was looking for when he first got to Transylvania. He'd thought, when he'd left home the first time, that he simply wanted freedom away from his parental units. He'd thought later that he just wanted to spend his life having fun, and then still later, he was on a search to find something that no one else had found before, to make his life meaningful in some way, to do something that had never been done before.
But nothing he found could make him happy. He visited every museum in the world. He dug up artifacts, found new fossils, and even once discovered a new species of dinosaur. He invented songs, found better ways of doing common things, and developed ideas for at least a dozen books or movies, preferably movies because he just didn't have the patience to stay in one place long enough to write a book.
He didn't have the patience to stay in one place for any length of time at all. He couldn't find in any country he'd been in whatever it was he was seeking, and he was no longer sure of the identity of that elusive item himself. He didn't know so much as to be able to recognize if it was something that could even be found in the world around him or would rather have to be found in him himself.
He couldn't stay anywhere. He couldn't spend more than a month in any one place without wanting to get on the road again. He'd claim to have itchy feet, say he wanted to see the world, but he'd already seen so much of the world that he was slowly becoming to realize that seeing every spot of the world still wouldn't give him the satisfaction he sought. And then he found himself at a hotel for monsters beyond a fake village beyond a haunted forest, for the first time in his young, mortal life, truly doing things that were from dreams.
He met monsters. He stared down Count Dracula and then later befriended him. He rode ghost tables, got slapped on the back by Frankenstein, and rocked with Big Frank, the Wolfman, the Mummy, and the Invisible Man. Best of all, he fell in love, but it wasn't until all of that was taken from him, until he was forced to leave Transylvania, that Jonathan realized that he no longer wanted to travel.
There was no place left on Earth where he wanted to be except for that place from whence he was coming. He yearned to go back with everything in him, but he knew he was doing the right thing as he boarded the plane. He knew he didn't really have a choice. If he professed his love to Mavis, she might love him, too, but then Count Dracula would lose his daughter. The Vampire had already lost his wife; Jonathan could not, would not take his daughter from him, too.
But then the thing he never would have dared to even dream happened. Count Dracula came out into the daylight. He revealed himself to humans. He came after Jonathan not to bite him or destroy him but to take him back home and make him a part of his family. It was only after his joyful reunion with Mavis and celebrating her 118th birthday in true fashion that Jonathan finally put away his backpack. He had no more need to travel, even though she wanted to see Hawaii and the world. He'd take her, one day, to all the best places there were to visit, but in the end, he wanted to come right back here. He wanted to grow old here, if he didn't find a way to talk her or Drac into turning him. He wanted to spend the rest of his existence right here in Transylvania, with his monster family, with the woman he loved, doing all the best things life had to offer, best of all of which would forever be loving his Vampiress.
The End
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02. | Jonathan and Count Dracula with
Title: "A Little Bit Less"
Author: Kat Lee
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: Jonathan hopes to make Dracula's pain a little bit less.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, names, codenames, places, items, fandoms, titles, and etc. are always © & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Any and all original characters and everything else is © & TM the author and may not be reproduced in any way without the author's express, written permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
He was the first to find the Count, because he knew exactly where to look. While the monsters scourged every inch of the hotel and its lands, Jonathan went straight to the hidden room in the tower where he knew he'd find the Undead King. He peeked into the room, saw Dracula moping just as he'd expected, and ducked back out. Quickly and quietly, he called Mavis on the cell phone he'd bought her and made his move only after hanging up.
He inched into the tower room, fully aware that the infamous Count might not be up for visitors. He didn't want to anger him, but he wouldn't leave him alone either. He knew he needed companionship now, even if he threatened to kill him for intruding. He wouldn't kill him, Jonathan told himself despite fearfully gulping, because he wouldn't want to explain to his beloved daughter why her husband of not even a year yet was already dead.
Mavis' love kept him safe, Jonathan assured himself as he edged slowly deeper into the room. "Hum, Drac?" he called out. His voice echoed in the still room. His eyes darted instinctively around at his shadowy surroundings even though he knew that he and Dracula were the only ones in the room. Nobody else knew of this room; he doubted even Mavis had ever seen the portrait at which Dracula had spent hours staring. "Everybody's looking for you, man."
He was surprised when the Vampire readily answered him that the hairs on his pale arms stood on end and he jumped a good foot. "Let zem look," he spoke, his Transylvanian accent thick. Jonathan knew from the sound of his voice that he was fighting tears.
He came to stand beside him, putting all his worries aside. Dracula wouldn't kill him or control him. If he was going to do either, he would have done so long before he married his daughter. Although he still had trouble believing it sometimes, the ancient Vampire actually did like him. A small grin tugged at the corners of the human's mouth as he remembered the first time he'd made him laugh by racing him on the ghost tables. The Vamp was in for a surprise that was sure to make him grin, but now, Jonathan thought, wiping the smile from his face, was no time for grinning or laughing.
He stared solemnly at the portrait for a moment, fully aware of how empty the room was, how miserable his friend, and how time itself seemed to stand still as he stood, drawfed in Drac's shadow. Finally, he spoke, "I don't want to sound harsh. I know you're hurting, Drac, but you've got a whole world of monsters out there looking for you not because they've got problems but because they care about you. They, hum . . . " His words failed because of his nervousness. No matter how hard he tried, it seemed impossible not to be nervous in the presence of the world-renowned, and globally feared, Count Dracula. "They know what today is," he pressed on eventually, "and they're worried about you."
"I vill be fine." He stepped forward and gingerly touched the painting of his dead wife's smile. "Martha and I just need zis time."
"That's cool that you need time with her. I get that. I do. But if what everybody says is true, you've been locked up in this tower for over two nights now. They're worried."
"You already said zat," Dracula murmured distractedly. His fingertips traced his wife's smile and then the skin around her beautiful eyes.
"I'm worried," Jonathan whispered, knowing that would do no good. He then added more loudly, "Mavis is worried."
"Tell her I am here and that I vill be fine."
"If I tell her you're here, she's going to come after you. Is that what you want?"
Dracula started to speak but changed his mind and sealed his lips. He continued to trace Martha's image with tears glistening in his dark, haunting eyes.
When silence had passed between them for a while, Jonathan allowed his shoulders to slump and stuck his hands into the pockets of his trousers. "Fine," he muttered. "If that's what you want," he turned away, "I'll tell her where you are."
"No. Don't. I . . . I do not vant to upset my little Mavy Wavy."
Jonathan looked back at him over his thin shoulder. "It's too late for that," he informed him, trying to get his point across while also not sounding cold, "but if you don't want me to tell her you're here, what do you want me to tell her?"
"I . . . " His hand fell away from the portrait; his entire face and very countenance was down cast. The proud Vampire looked to the stone floor rather than meet the mortal's gaze. "I do not know."
"Uh huh. I kinda figured that." Jonathan paused to give him time to speak, but he did not. "I know what to tell you, though."
Count Dracula finally looked up at him, clearly puzzled. "Vhat?" he asked, the tips of his fangs revealed in his open, speaking mouth.
Jonathan would not be swayed. He would not run from those fangs, he told himself though his palms sweated, his knees almost buckled, and he shook inside. Mavis needed her father to be with her, not to be hiding away from her and the whole world, moping over a woman who, no matter how much he loved her, would never return to this Earthly plane. He knew what he needed. He knew what they all needed.
With that thought in mind and with summoning every bit of his considerable courage, Jonathan turned back toward the closed door and yelled out at the top of his lungs. "HEY, WOLFMAN, COME ON! WAYNE! I FOUND HIM!"
Dracula's eyes seared flames; his face turned red. His snarl was the biggest and angriest expression Jonathan had seen since he'd seen him kiss his daughter for the second time. "VHAT ARE YOU DOING?! HOW DARE YOU!"
Jonathan grinned. He whirled about on his tennis shoes, folded his arms, and beamed up at him. "Better hide that portrait, Drac man," he said as howls burst through the hall ways. "They're gonna be here any second, you know." The stampede of monster footsteps sounded like a tornado coming up toward them.
Dracula rushed to his treasured portrait and just barely managed to throw the curtain back over it before Wayne burst into the tower room. "Vhat?!" Dracula hissed, seeing the Wolfman riding on a ghost table.
Wayne shrugged at him. "Hey, it was the kid's idea."
"But he said it'd work!" Murray, the Mummy, added as he swooped in beside his old friends.
A ghost table hovered up through the floor, becoming solid only when it lifted directly underneath Dracula's booted feet. The impact jostled the Vampire, sending him to his knees on the table. His red eyes glowered at his friends. Wayne, Frank, and Murray tried to fly circles around him but were hindered by other tables in the room, all of whom had the distinct misfortune to be being rode hard by the Wolfman's cubs.
Then a table knocked purposefully into Dracula's own. "Hey, Dad!" Mavis called, grinning. She playfully jabbed at his shoulder. "You're it!" She took off flying out of the room with the others each following her.
Dracula looked puzzedly down at Jonathan as he rose on another table. "Don't look at me." Jonathan shrugged and smiled. "You better go catch your daughter. I told you they cared."
Dracula gave his hidden portrait one last, forlorn look. "Forgive me, my Martha," he moaned and then flew after the others.
Jonathan glanced at his retreating back and then thoughtfully back to the portrait. He wished he had all the words Drac needed for comfort. He wished he knew how to tell him that there was no reason to ask for forgiveness, that he had done all he could not just for Martha but for Mavis and for the world's monsters as well. Maybe one day, he'd be able to, but he could hear the old monster laughing already several flights below and grinned to himself. His plan had been a success: Dracula wouldn't spend the entire anniversary of his wife's murder wallowing in sadness and alone. He'd be surrounded by friends and family instead, and Jonathan knew that that would help make his pain at least a little bit less and carry him through another year.
The End
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03. | Jonathan/Mavis with
Title: "Her Kiss"
Author: Kat Lee
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: Her kiss was far beyond any he'd experienced before.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, names, codenames, places, items, fandoms, titles, and etc. are always © & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Any and all original characters and everything else is © & TM the author and may not be reproduced in any way without the author's express, written permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
She wasn't the first girl he'd kissed. To look at him, one might well think Jonathan was a virgin, and he was, having never been further than second base. He had, however, experienced quite a lot of the world before he came to Transylvania, and in doing so had left a girl wondering what could have been had he stayed in almost every country. He'd had more than his fair share of romantic ventures and never hesitated to kiss a girl, until Mavis came into his life and he found himself desperately wanting to lock lips with the most dangerous girl he'd ever known, the daughter of the renowned, and undoubtedly deadly, Count Dracula.
Being in danger with some one of the fairer sex had always excited him before. He liked to sneak young, Goth girls into castles after the hours when tourists were allowed to visit. He'd kissed a girl in a hot air balloon, on a motorcycle, scaling a mountain, and another even while on a surfboard scaling a high wave in Hawaii. He'd kissed country and city girls, girls who wanted nothing more than a one night stand, and shy girls for whom he knew he had to be their first kiss. He'd locked lips once with a budding starlet and, on another time and in another place, with an aspiring astronaut.
There were few places Jonathan hadn't been where he hadn't found some one with whom at least to dance. He remembered girls in California, Montana, Canada, France, Africa, and Egypt. He'd been kissed by an Aussie right after she'd killed a deadly snake that had almost made him his dinner and rubbed noses with a cute, little Eskimo. Jonathan had been around and had special memories for almost every place he'd visited, a different girl in each locale, but all of those memories left him the first time he saw Mavis.
None of the girls he'd had could compare with her, and it wasn't just because she was Count Dracula's daughter. She did something to him that none of the others had. She made him want to think about settling down and being close to her forever rather than stealing a kiss and running off to the next country. She made him feel special and think they could have a love as unique and legendary as that which her father had shared with her mother.
She made him tingle inside. She made him zing, and when they kissed for the first time, Jonathan knew their love was true. He knew there could never be another for him, and all the dreams he'd once shared with other girls were instantly shattered. Even when he thought he'd have to leave her and never see her again, even when he actually did set out on the plane never to return to her side, he wanted no other. He would have never kissed another girl even if Dracula hadn't brought him back to their cherished Mavis.
But there was something else, too, about their kiss, Jonathan thought one night as she kissed him. There was something in the kisses they shared that was more grand than anything he'd ever experienced and hotter than any kiss shared in any book or on any movie screen. His lady love was a Vampiress, and he was reminded of the fact of her species every time they kissed.
He tingled from head to foot already when she touched him, but when her lips pressed his, he could feel her fangs just behind her lips. His tongue touched their points when it slid boldly into her mouth to twist with hers. Her fangs brushed his teeth when their kiss deepened, their tongues thrusting so wildly that neither could tell rather their dance was in his mouth or hers.
She was the only one for him, and hers was the hottest kiss he'd ever known. Still, sometimes, though, he'd think of the others he'd experienced and wonder. He knew their love was incredible, that they were zing partners meant to last forever, but still, he wondered if Mavis had not been the one for him, if her kiss would have still been so infinitely more sensual than any other he could have ever known.
There was something about her fangs pressing against his mouth that made his pulse race. He wanted to feel her fangs all over his body. He knew what that would mean, that she would either hurt him by draining his blood or have to make him like her and her father. Jonathan was ready from the first moment they kissed, he was ready to be turned by her and spend an eternity beside her, but he knew he'd have to wait.
She wasn't ready for that ultimate question and potentially deadly responsibility. She would spook if he asked her to turn him, but one night, she wouldn't. He'd wait. He'd bide his time with her as he continued to grow older and she looked and felt the same. He'd wait until the end of his life, if that's what it took, but one night, she'd be ready. One night, he'd feel those sweet fangs of his love's actually sink into his flesh and turn him into one of her own kind.
Jonathan smiled every time he thought of that night which would come. He smiled every time he thought of the other kisses that had come before Mavis' too, but not because there was anything any of those girls could have ever offered him. Mavis was his one and only, and he knew, too, that even if they had not been meant for each other at the start, her kiss would have changed all that. Her kiss rocked his world every time he experienced it. He knew he'd found his destiny at last with her and that, together, they and their love would outlast all other things. When time came to an end, he'd still be standing with her, feeling her fangs sliding against his and their love surrounding them for all eternity.
The End
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04. | Dracula with
Title: "Dracula's Hope"
Author: Kat Lee
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: Drac finally has hope.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, names, codenames, places, items, fandoms, titles, and etc. are always © & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Any and all original characters and everything else is © & TM the author and may not be reproduced in any way without the author's express, written permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Dracula looks around, unable to believe his ancient eyes, as for the first time since his wife's death, hope stirs inside of him. He hasn't been sure he's doing the right thing until just now with everybody shouting his name. His friends call to him as well as the humans dressed like him, urging him to go, telling him this is his moment, and at last, he moves with a smile.
He knows they're right: This is his moment. It's not just about Jonathan and Mavis. It's about hope. It's about him. It's about wanting to get his little girl back. It's about wanting to live again for the first time since Martha was killed.
He can't believe the humans are helping him as he runs underneath their capes. He keeps expecting one of them to slap his cape down just as he passes beneath him so that he'll be burned by the sun, but they don't. They stand steadfast and true on either side of his path, keeping him covered for as long as they can, screaming at him to go, cheering him on and not just because of love. They're not doing this for Mavis or for Jonathan. They're not simply doing it out of the goodness of their hearts. They're doing it because they care for him. They like him. Perhaps, they even love him as much as a human being is able to love anything.
Tears sparkle in his dark eyes as he runs. He hasn't felt this joyful since Martha gave birth to their little Mavy Wavy, a deed that had been supposed to be impossible for Vampires. He's never been cared for like these humans are caring for him. He's never had such . . . such fans, he supposes is the word. These people around him would do anything they can for him, and they're doing so much already than they'll ever know.
He wonders how much he truly had to hide these years. He wonders if he was right to hide Jonathan in the beginning, but then, if he hadn't hid the boy, they probably never would have gotten to know him. They never would have given him a chance. Even if his cherished Mavis had wanted the human kid to stay, the rest of the monsters would have won out. He would have had to have shunned him from the hotel to stay in business.
But in hiding him, Dracula had given them all a chance he'd not known and wouldn't have understood, if he had, at the time. They had actually gotten to know a human. Jonathan had made friends with Frank. He'd entertained the monsters and actually acted like one of them. He'd made Drac laugh like he hadn't since Mavis had been a child, and he'd made Mavis fall in love with him.
Up until now, Dracula had been afraid of what would happen when Mavis fell for the human boy. He'd even doubted going after him was the right thing when he'd admitted that they had zinged and Eunice had pointed out that monsters only zing once in a lifetime. Jonathan was his Mavis' zingmate, but Drac had still worried, even as he'd been coming after the boy, how he would treat his Mavis if given the opportunity.
The kid wasn't afraid of her or of him, wonder of wonders. He'd left only because he'd wanted Mavis not to shut Dracula out of her life. For that alone, Drac would always be thankful to the boy, but he'd still feared how he would treat his baby girl. There was much more to loving somebody right, after all, than just not being afraid of them or their lineage.
He had to treat her right or Dracula would rip his head off with his fangs, but now as the humans protected him from the sun and all the things he'd seen Jonathan do with his friends replayed through the famous Vampire's mind, Drac realized that Jonathan was definitely the right zing mate for his Mavis. He would treat her right. He would love her as she deserved to be loved. He would cherish her, be gentle with her, make her laugh, and protect her from the humans when needed.
Yes, even now, as the humans kept him safe, Dracula realized that not all the human beings would be like the herd currently shielding him with their capes. Not all of them would be so open and kind to monsters. Few of them would be like these people and love them. Most would still fear them. Most would probably still hate them and try to kill them as soon as they discovered what they were.
His people still had to be protected from humans, but not all humans were bad. Humans like the ones lining his trail now would be welcomed at his hotel in the future, but they were going to have to investigate each human long and hard before they allowed them into their world. Jonathan would come in handy in that. The kid would be able to get closer to the humans in ways the rest of them could never hope to do.
Perhaps humans and monsters could live in peace together, but only some humans. Protection was still a necessity. He'd never let his Mavis or any one else be killed again for being different from the humans, but he didn't have to spend every moment protecting them from now on. Nor did he have to do it all alone. Jonathan, other humans like him, and his own friends could help him.
His beloved Mavis was about to start on a new life. Soon, she'd be married to Jonathan and want time alone and away from him and the hotel. Dracula knew now that he could let her go and not worry constantly about her. She wouldn't be killed while she was out in the big, human world. She would come home safely to him, and if anything happened, Jonathan would call him. He'd be to their side as fast as possible.
But perhaps, he thought as he left his human fans with a grin, perhaps it was time for another life to start for them all. Perhaps it was time for him to start a new life. His mouth opened. His fangs shone in the sun, and he still smiled despite the golden rays beginning to torch his pale body. It was time for him to start living, and he would. With or without Mavis or Jonathan, he would live a new life. He would live his life again, finally, and he would be happy and safe. "Goodbye, my Martha," he breathed as he turned into a bat and flew after Jonathan's plane, but he knew, in his heart, he would see her again one day. He'd be reunited with her in the afterlife, where, one day, they would all exist, as the ancient stories always promised the humans they would but Drac now knew monsters like him could as well, happily ever after.
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