So, after the small success of Heartbroken I decided to make a series out of this whole idea. I hope you get to like this stories as much as I love to write them (yeah, call me old-fashioned or cheesy, but my writing is always an act of love for literature) and, well, what else can I say?... As always, reviews are welcomed (except flaming and trolling, if you can do better then do it, please, no need to brag about it and throwing crap at other)

From the Journal of Count Dracula, September 30, 2012

It's been two days since I failed to my daughter. She hasn't left her room at all, and everytime I try to talk to her I hear her crying through her room's door. The shrunken head went as far as to bite me when I tried to open the door once. I'm scared, genuinly scared, for her. I've never seen her so sad, and it breaks my heart, even more so when I remember that it is all my fault; I lied, I tried to kick Johnny out, and ultimately, I couldn't stop her Zing from leaving. I've been trying to track Johnny down, but it has proven a fruitless endeveour, and while I still have hope that I'll succeed, everyday that passes takes away my hope. Martha, please, help me, tell me what to do on this dire times. Help me console our daughter, for I have no idea how to do so.

-Vlad Dracula

Dracula stopped writing, letting the ink dry before closing the small leather notebook. He placed his elbows on the desk and rested his head on his open hands. He hadn't had time to diggest the situation, having to still run the hotel, and checking out the majority of the monsters. Now, after most of them were gone, he finally allowed his brain to fully process what happened (and was still happening). He finally cried, long and loud, but no one heard it, since his office was sound-proofed from the rest of the hotel. He cried briefly, regaining some measure of composture, but still keeping his head down. If Martha was here, she would be so ashamed of me...

From the Diary of Mavis Dracula, October 2, 2012

I wake up every morning with the hope that Johnny is back, but every day my hopes get crushed under the weight of reality. I wasn't lying to my dad when I told him I had no more dreams; I don't want to go out into the world anymore, I don't want to meet people my age, I just want Johnny to come back (tears stain the page as she writes this). My dad keeps trying to talk to me, but I don't want to listen to him yet. I know he feels responsible for what happened, and maybe he is, but right now he's the only thing I got left, I need him now more than ever, but first I need time for myself. Johnny, where are you? Please, come back, I need you. I can't imagine life without you, there's nothing out there for me but you. Please, I miss you!

-Mavis

Mavis closes the book, setting it by her side on the bed. She's curled up hugging her legs as the tears keep coming out of her eyes. She had forfeited make-up after the second day, she didn't feel like using it anymore. Every part of her old self reminded her of Johnny, so she had ripped the cape she had worn that night and avoided make-up like it was garlic. The only reason she still dressed in the same clothes was that she didn't really have anything else to wear. She heard a slight knock on her door but she didn't moved in that direction at all.

"Miss Mavis?" said a soothing voice from behind the door, "it's Claire"

Mavis remembered the name; it was one of the witch-maids that worked at the hotel. Claire was special because she used to baby-sit Mavis when Dracula was to busy to keep an eye on her, so she had grown fond of the witch.

"Do I let her in, my dear?" asked the shrunken-head on her door, who was also a confident of her at times (and had undoubtedly heard her cry all this time). Mavis thought about it for a second, and then decided that maybe talking to somebody could be helpful.

"Come in" she said, voice broken and hoarse from crying.

Claire turned the door-knob, and was shocked instantly by Mavis' look. Her eyes were blood-shot red and swollen, the reason not very hard to determine. Her eyelids were puffy, and unshed tears were welling on them. Claire stepped cautiously on the room, and her face told Mavis everything she suspected: the days of crying had taken their toll on her.

"My child, look at you" Claire said sadly, sitting besides Mavis on the bed. Mavis didn't moved, her head was vowed down, and her lower lip was quivering with desire to keep crying. Claire's heart sank on her chest, and she quickly embraced Mavis in a motherly hug. Claire was the closest thing to a mother Mavis had ever known, so she returned the hug, and for a moment she felt safe and loved, but it was a momentary relief from the pain her heart felt.

"Mavis, my child, you have to stop crying, look at you"

"I can't, I really want to, but I can't" Mavis replied, sobbing again, the welled tears flowing freely over her slightly-puffy cheeks, "I feel so sad, Claire, I feel empty ever since Johnny left. I can't stop thinking about him, and it makes me sad that he left, specially after saying those horrible things!"

Claire understood pretty well, she had been on the party where everything happened, she had heard the heart-shattering words the human had said, wanting to tear him apart for it. It was only later that she learned that the kid hadn't meant any of it, that it was (unsurprisingly) Dracula's fault that he had said that.

"He didn't meant any of it, my child, he was just afraid of what you father would have done"

"How can you be so sure!"

"I know it, my little girl. He loved you just as much as you do" Mistake, big, terribly enormous mistake.

Mavis exploded in tears, her head deep on her pillow, crying so loudly that probably everyone in the same floor would hear it, if the hotel were to be occupied (which, fortunately, wasn't the case). Claire realized her mistake, rubbed Mavis' back, trying to calm her, but resigned to watch her cry when the effort proved fruitless. She stood up, slowly making her way to the door, where she had left a tray floating mid-air. She took the tray and placed it on the room's desk, taking yesterday's one. She then silently left the girl's room.

She found Mavis' father, Dracula, on the hallway, approaching the room with a sad expression on his face. He looked up to her in a questioning way, as if he were to ask about the state of his daughter. Claire nodded her head slightly, and that told Dracula everything he needed to know. She wasn't ready to talk to him yet. And how can I blame her? She must hate me so much.