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Nothing shown brighter than the moon that night. Werewolves howled loudly, their noise echoing throughout the forest and graveyard.
Dracula stood outside by the pool, his head rested on his hands and eyes pinpointed towards the mountains ahead. He turned around as he heard the loud ruckus. He sighed, knowing that he needed to go inside before all of his Hotel T. residents woke up and began to swarm every inch of the castle-like refuge.
Summoning all of his speed, Drac dashed through the door, making a sharp turn around the pool and dashed down the hotel halls, rolling his eyes at the many shrunken heads that dangled on the doorknobs of the room doors. After about a minute or so, he finally reached his room, stopping at a halt. He hesitated before opening his door, but he shuts his eyes and took a deep breath before opening it, dashing inside, then closing it, all of this done in under a second.

All was quiet... besides the sound of the Count's breathing. He slowly turned around, and stared up at the large, maroon-coloured curtain by his coffin. Without taking his eyes off of it, Drac slowly approached it, reaching out with one of his long arms and gently pulling the curtain away, revealing the beautiful face of his deceased wife, Martha.
Drac put his arm down and stepped back a little, admiring the portrait. He felt his hands begin to shake with emotion, shutting his eyes tight and hanging his head down, the collar of his cape hiding his head from anyone who might have entered.

"I... I tried, Martha..." he mumbled in the silence, clenching his fists. "I was just- Trying to protect... our little girl..." His eyes shot open and he looked up into the face of Martha's portrait, his eyes wide and shining with emotion. "Was it... the right thing to do..? After all- You do only zing once..." Slowly, he reached up his hand and ran his long fingertips along the painting, almost in a longing manner. The image of his daughter and the human Jonathan appeared in his mind, remembering the moment when they went to kiss, and he shut his eyes again and made his hand into a fist, gently and slowly sliding it down the portrait in grief. "Our Mavis has grown up... I'm just- Not sure if I can let her go just yet..."

Drac suddenly turned around, hearing the first couple alarms go off in his residents' rooms, so he quickly pulled the curtain back over his wife's picture and rushed for the door, about to open it when he turned back around to glance at it. He smiled, tiny fangs showing, and rushed out of the room, closing the door (And locking it) behind him, running like lightning into the main lobby.
At this point, he knew that it was time to let go. Mavis wasn't so much of his "little girl" anymore; she was all grown up, ready to explore the world like she truly wanted to. She trusted Jonathan with her whole life...

...And a father cannot argue with that logic. He just gets too overprotective~

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Guys-
Hotel Transylvania was amazing.
I loved it SO MUCH, I HAD to make some fanart.
And you barely see me draw fanart for movies eue

Dracula is my favourite character from the movie- He's your typical loving father, who tries to prove his love for his daughter and ends up making everything worse, but makes everything up in the end.

I'm truly a DraculaXMartha shipper, I think they're so amazing together ;w; <3 I honestly don't think that you could find a better pairing in a movie, but hey, that's just me XD

Yes yes, I know, the shading sucks 8I Don't judge me on that please.

Also, YOU MAY USE THIS FOR A WALLPAPER, BUT PLEASE ASK FOR MY PERMISSION FIRST.

Hotel Transylvania (c) Sony Animation Pictures

Do NOT steal!

Description
READERS BEWARE: SPOILERS LAY AHEAD
Nothing shown brighter than the moon that night. Werewolves howled loudly, their noise echoing throughout the forest and graveyard.
Dracula stood outside by the pool, his head rested on his hands and eyes pinpointed towards the mountains ahead. He turned around as he heard the loud ruckus. He sighed, knowing that he needed to go inside before all of his Hotel T. residents woke up and began to swarm every inch of the castle-like refuge.
Summoning all of his speed, Drac dashed through the door, making a sharp turn around the pool and dashed down the hotel halls, rolling his eyes at the many shrunken heads that dangled on the doorknobs of the room doors. After about a minute or so, he finally reached his room, stopping at a halt. He hesitated before opening his door, but he shuts his eyes and took a deep breath before opening it, dashing inside, then closing it, all of this done in under a second.

All was quiet... besides the sound of the Count's breathing. He slowly turned around, and stared up at the large, maroon-coloured curtain by his coffin. Without taking his eyes off of it, Drac slowly approached it, reaching out with one of his long arms and gently pulling the curtain away, revealing the beautiful face of his deceased wife, Martha.
Drac put his arm down and stepped back a little, admiring the portrait. He felt his hands begin to shake with emotion, shutting his eyes tight and hanging his head down, the collar of his cape hiding his head from anyone who might have entered.

"I... I tried, Martha..." he mumbled in the silence, clenching his fists. "I was just- Trying to protect... our little girl..." His eyes shot open and he looked up into the face of Martha's portrait, his eyes wide and shining with emotion. "Was it... the right thing to do..? After all- You do only zing once..." Slowly, he reached up his hand and ran his long fingertips along the painting, almost in a longing manner. The image of his daughter and the human Jonathan appeared in his mind, remembering the moment when they went to kiss, and he shut his eyes again and made his hand into a fist, gently and slowly sliding it down the portrait in grief. "Our Mavis has grown up... I'm just- Not sure if I can let her go just yet..."

Drac suddenly turned around, hearing the first couple alarms go off in his residents' rooms, so he quickly pulled the curtain back over his wife's picture and rushed for the door, about to open it when he turned back around to glance at it. He smiled, tiny fangs showing, and rushed out of the room, closing the door (And locking it) behind him, running like lightning into the main lobby.
At this point, he knew that it was time to let go. Mavis wasn't so much of his "little girl" anymore; she was all grown up, ready to explore the world like she truly wanted to. She trusted Jonathan with her whole life...

...And a father cannot argue with that logic. He just gets too overprotective~

------------------------------------------------------------------------
Guys-
Hotel Transylvania was amazing.
I loved it SO MUCH, I HAD to make some fanart.
And you barely see me draw fanart for movies eue

Dracula is my favourite character from the movie- He's your typical loving father, who tries to prove his love for his daughter and ends up making everything worse, but makes everything up in the end.

I'm truly a DraculaXMartha shipper, I think they're so amazing together ;w; <3 I honestly don't think that you could find a better pairing in a movie, but hey, that's just me XD

Yes yes, I know, the shading sucks 8I Don't judge me on that please.

Also, YOU MAY USE THIS FOR A WALLPAPER, BUT PLEASE ASK FOR MY PERMISSION FIRST.

Hotel Transylvania (c) Sony Animation Pictures

Do NOT steal!