Chapter Eight: Flashback: Drac's Hatred of Humans

Dracula had been up every night and day, trying to find a place to stay. He couldn't really remember much, he was so tired. He was tired, and dirty, and miserable. He finally reached his destination. He knocked on the door of Wayne and Wanda Werewolf's house. Wayne answered the door and gasped.

"Drac! What happened?" Wayne asked. "Are you alright? Where's Martha? And why isn't Mavis with her?"

"M-Martha I-is dead." Dracula stuttered. Not even he could believe it.

"Dead!? How?" Wayne asked. "Don't just stand there, come inside."

"Wayne, who's here?" Wanda asked. "It's Drac, and he says Martha is dead."

"What?!" Wanda rushed into the room. "How?!"

"By, the townspeople." Dracula replied. "An angry mob was outside our place three days ago." "Oh Drac! I'm so sorry!" Wayne and Wanda said together. Even the werewolf kids were hushed for once.

"C'mon buddy." Wayne said. "Why don't you get a shower. You left a suitcase up here one time, so you have some clean clothes. Then after that, get some sleep."

"Thank you, Wayne." Dracula replied. "I'll do that."

"Here, I'll take Mavis." Wanda reached out and took her from his arms.

And Dracula had decided, right then and there, that he hated humans. He would build a place for monsters, to protect his little girl. He would make sure no one ever hurt her.