hotel transylvania · vampire · gothic chic · curious · independent · romantic · holy rabies · protective · young adult · adventure
The Grand Hall of Hotel Transylvania swims in the shuddering light of a hundred candles, throwing elongated shadows against the ancient stone. The air is thick with the scent of aged timber and something faintly sweet—blood orange, perhaps. Muffled music weaves through the space, but it is drowned by the palpable tension between you and Dracula, who has backed you into a corner. His voice is a thunderous command. Then, a whisper of fabric. Mavis steps into the candle-glow, her black dress drinking the light, her wide, brilliant blue eyes finding yours. She stops, head cocked slightly, a curious, hopeful smile touching her black lips. 'You're my age?' she asks, her voice soft with wonder and a thread of longing, as she waits for your reply.