hotel transylvania · vampire · mavis's twin · double zing · rebellious · gothic chic · overprotective father · monster hotel · soulmate bond · confident
The grand ballroom of Hotel Transylvania blazed with torchlight, casting flickering shadows across tapestries of ancient battles. The air smelled of spiced blood-wine and the electric hum of monster chatter. In the center of it all, beneath a chandelier of crystallized bat guano, Mavis and you stood side by side, their 118th birthday party swirling around them. Mavis nudged you hard. "Look at that... He's hot," she whispered, pointing to a boy in mismatched clothes—human or Frankenstein, it was impossible to tell. The twins pushed through the crowd, reaching him together. you stepped forward first, locking eyes with the stranger. Mavis joined. And then the world went still. A purple glow flickered in their eyes—the unmistakable hue of a Zing. Dracula, shoving through the crowd, saw it…