Note: Ericka's new costume & Drac and Ericka's baby, Diavolo, are original ideas created by Sally (Drericka on Tumblr). Please do visit their blog, her art for these concepts are beautiful!

One month passed ever since Ericka became a Vampire. However, returning back to the hotel at their chosen time wasn't the best idea. After announcing her pregnancy, they hadn't realised that Van Helsing still lingered around the hotel. Nobody knew how he even got there - he just appeared.

Now, Ericka rested on their bed, watching her husband and her great-grandfather quarrel. She attempted practising her magic, apologising whenever a book would soar across the room, almost smacking one of them. Unaware of how to intervene - or possibly stop them from killing each other - she instead decided to pay attention to her cravings and eat some ice-cream.

"I give you one simple instruction, something so painfully simple that even a stone could understand," Van Helsing scowled, "Yet, you decide to marry, bite, and impregnate my great-granddaughter, thinking that you're some Prince of Darkness who can do what he likes."

"You want to continue moaning?" Drac crossed his arms. "Then get out of my hotel. She's my wife now, Van Helsing, so deal with it!"

The copper on Van Helsing's body began to shudder, mirroring his rage. "She is more of a daughter to me, so don't tell me what I can and can't do!"

"This is really good ice-cream," Ericka interrupted. She held out the bowl, "anyone want some?"

Drac and Van Helsing cut their retorts short, glancing at Ericka. Her endearing expression left Drac guilty for yelling at her great-grandfather in the same room, but how could he stop Van Helsing's irritating urge to supervise her more often? Kissing her forehead, he replied, "You have the rest, I bet the baby likes it."

Van Helsing rolled his eyes at his sappiness. "The baby will look like me, anyway," he smirked, "Van Helsings have stronger genes than whatever your kind carry."

"They will absolutely not look like you!" Drac disputed. "I'd love them to look as beautiful as Ericka, but god forbid they attract the appearance of your awful features."

The man crossed his arms. "You're just jealous of how healthy I look without bags under my eyes. It's called kale, you should try it sometime instead of your disgusting blood. It's boring, drinking the same thing every day."

Drac scoffed, glancing at the obvious dark circles around his eyes. "At least I have hair and a blessed body."

Steam puffed from his machine-body.

Yawning, Ericka curled into her side, struggling to keep her eyes open. One eye observed the two continuing their argument. She sighed, "Uh, can I get some sleep without you guys arguing?"

"Of course, honey-bat," Drac smiled. Caressing her hand and wrapping both palms around her wrist, he frowned, "You're cold, I'll get you another–"

"Blanket?"

Drac clenched his teeth noticing that Van Helsing sneakily grabbed another blanket, beating him by a second. With shorter, shakier arms, he struggled to cover the fabric over Ericka, making her chuckle and correct it herself by her magic. Her improvement grew day after day - Drac wasn't sure if he could be more proud of his wife than he already felt.

Squeezing her hand, Van Helsing smiled, "Sweet dreams, my Ericka."

Drac glared. "My Ericka."

Slowly wheeling away from the bed, Van Helsing assured, "I'll come and check on you later."

"No, you won't," Drac argued, before slamming the bedroom door shut. He sighed, rubbing his temples before settling next to Ericka on their bed.

"Will you two ever get along?" Ericka frowned, rubbing her small belly. "Stress is bad for the baby, remember?"

"I'm sorry, my love," Drac caressed his palms over her belly. "That guy is just annoying. I still can't believe that you're related, none of the ridiculousness was inherited into-"

Before he could complete his sentence, Drac felt an energetic kick against his hand.

Drac gasped, "Did you feel that?"

He hadn't felt this magical sensation ever since Martha was pregnant with Mavis; she kicked later than her little brother. Cupping Ericka's belly with his hands, Drac smiled as he leaned against his blooming baby. A few more kicks made him chuckle; Ericka watched with an adoring expression.

"It seems strange," Ericka smiled to herself. "Never did I think, after years of being taught to hate and kill you, that I'd have your baby, and that you'd fall in love with a Van Helsing."

"I'm not complaining," Drac smiled. His fingers curled under her chin, lifting her head for a kiss.

Until the door opened. Mavis entered the room, spotting her father and Ericka on the bed. She would've found their embrace endearing, but she gasped upon noticing the bowl in Ericka's hands. "You never let me have ice-cream when I was pregnant!"

"Yes, but the book is updated now," Drac used his magic to summon 'What to expect when you're expecting a Vampire'. The pages flipped rapidly, halting on one page."It's safe after all!"

Mavis rolled her eyes. "Unbelievable."

Three months after the birth...

Dracula felt content with the tranquility as he stood at the reception desk, flipping through information clipped to his clipboard. However, his ears attracted a sound - like soothing.

Peering quizzically to the side, Drac softened as he noticed his wife stepping beside him. In her arms lay a wriggling bundle, tiny sounds of surprise emitting from it. Her new outfit still managed to leave him breathless, despite wearing it for three months now. A white sleeveless jumpsuit; golden buttons and a belt that matched her previous Captain uniform. Below his bite scar was a white choker, sporting two veils that draped around her arms and trailed down her body.

Countess replaced its usual definition - Ericka defined that title with her stunning appearance.

Pinching the corner of the blanket, Ericka uncovered the baby's head and beamed, "Look who's awake!"

Overwhelmed by the sudden introduction of monsters strolling across the room, Diavolo curled up closer to his mother, tapping his tiny fingers across her face. A unique way of expressing his love for Ericka without words.

Ericka nuzzled her nose against his cheek, murmuring, "Aww, I love you too, my precious boy."

Drac leaned his head against her shoulder, eyes bulging like a kitten. "Am I not your precious man?"

Smirking, Ericka clasped one side of his face, motioning him to lower so she could kiss him. "Always, my love."

His fingers ran through Diavolo's jet-black curls, trailing down to his cheek and stroking it gently. The couple admired how their son inherited both hairstyles - Drac's hair-colour and Ericka's curls.

Before he could cuddle his son, however, the Pack barged between them and gasped at the baby.

"Countess," Frank curtsied, elbowing Griffin and Murray for them to follow suit.

Ericka shook her head, chuckling, "You don't have to do that, you know."

Drac frowned, "What about me? I'm a Count, too."

Already distracted by their son, Frank scooped the baby from Ericka's arms and settled him on the reception desk. "Aww, it's little Diavolo!" he cooed, tickling his chin.

Diavolo flickered his sight at Frank, but just stared.

Staring dumbfounded behind the Pack, their figures blocking his view, Drac retorted, "Uh, guys, that's my son."

"Wait," Frank deterred, kneeling in front of Diavolo after placing him in Eunice's arms. "Hold him, honey. I'm gonna try and make him laugh."

His crab-claw hands made playing peekaboo more difficult, but nevertheless, Frank covered his face as effectively as possible. Peering through the gaps, Frank waited for a reaction. But, Diavolo only stared with a straight face. Cackling, Frank moved his hands away from his face, grinning.

Silence. Diavolo continued staring at Frank, the only sign of response was a blink.

Murray scoffed, "Nah man, you just freaked him out."

Frank cocked his brow. "But, all babies love that."

Eunice rolled her eyes. "And this is why you don't have a kid, Frank." She hugged the baby tight, cooing, "Oh, he is adorable."

Drac smirked, "Look, I'm the father here."

His cape immersed his face, before flapping away to reveal his gleeful beam.

Not a single reaction. Diavolo only blinked again.

Ericka smiled, "Here, honey, I'll try."

She mirrored the same actions as Frank and Dracula. However, the result of Ericka's attempt left everyone agape.

His bright blue-green eyes found Ericka's, before he continuously giggled. Diavolo's laugh was the only sweet sound unblemished by life's treachery - his innocence making her melt. His tiny, soft face glowed from the hall light, and his adventurous fingers grasped his mother's, clutching tight.

"What?" Drac gaped, albeit his son's laugh made him smile. "How come he laughs at you and not me?"

Griffin laughed, "Because you have a Mama's Boy, Drac."

Drac crossed his arms. "I will make him laugh one day."

With Diavolo slinked in one arm, Ericka looped her other around Drac's. "Don't take it personally, honey."

Driven deep into his moping, Drac almost hadn't noticed his daughter join the group.

"Hey, Diavolo!" Mavis beamed, pinching his cheek gently.

A tiny grin formed on Diavolo's face as he reached out to Mavis.

"Seriously?!" Drac sighed.

Three years later...

When Dracula returned to his bedroom that morning, he noticed that something seemed abnormal.

Expecting to find Ericka asleep in their bed, Drac cocked his brow when he found the duvet completely intact. The surface remained cold. He searched the entire room - the bathroom, their large closet. No sign of life.

His nerves began playing with his mind.

Drac checked Mavis and Johnny's room; even Dennis' bedroom - no sign of his family anywhere. The last place was Diavolo's bedroom, but the lights were switched off. Retrieving his phone within his cape, Drac's trembling fingers almost dropped the device as he attempted to call Ericka.

Before a flash of white soared above his head, making Drac jerk forward.

"You're too slow for me, honey-bat!" Ericka cheered, flying to the corner of the room.

Drac smirked, transforming himself into a bat. "Oh, we'll see about that."

However, before he could chase after Ericka, two black figures blurred over his head. Two familiar voices giggled. Their wings flapped rapidly, trying to fly faster than the other.

"I'm gonna catch ya!" Mavis chuckled.

Diavolo grinned, "Not if I'm faster!"

They spent almost half an hour racing across Diavolo's bedroom, dodging playful attacks by hiding under the bed or behind furniture. Diavolo lacked similar speed, so he managed to escape an easy chase.

Caught in the moment, all four of them lost focus within their excitement, bumping into each other all at once. Tumbling onto the bed, the family transformed back into their default forms.

Peering through the curtains of his ruffled hair, Diavolo beamed, "Did I win this time?"

Ericka tickled him. "You win every time, my little devil."

"Next time, you'll meet your doom, little brother," Mavis surprised him with a bear-hug. They both chuckled together, before she blushed noticing her husband waiting in the doorway with an endearing beam. "Sorry sweetie, I'm coming now."

Johnny wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "Don't be, that was pretty cute."

Switching on the beside lamp, Drac tackled his son with tickles. His laughter made his heart melt.

With a goofy grin, Drac praised, "Look at that, I'm finally making you laugh!"

Diavolo pretended to frown, crossing his arms. "I'm not laughing."

"I think you are," Drac interjected. His fingers poked his sides, making Diavolo break his character and burst into laughter.

"Mama, how did you meet Daddy?" Diavolo gazed at Ericka with attentive eyes, "Did you chase after him like a race?"

His question mirrored his innocence. However, Ericka glanced at her husband with a frown. Their first meeting wasn't exactly the fairytale type. Telling their son that she wanted to kill his father when they first met wouldn't be settling for their young toddler. Instead, she held his hand. "That's a story you'll hear when you're a little older."

Drac nodded. "Me and your Mama Zinged."

Diavolo tilted his head. "Zing?"

"When you meet the one who you'll love for your lifetime," Drac explained, gazing at Ericka with a smile.

"But, I love you and Mama," Diavolo beamed, "Does that mean I Zinged?"

Ericka chuckled, "No, sweetie. It's a love that you'll understand when you're older, and it's the best feeling you'll ever experience."

Her arm wrapped around their son, also reaching for her husband's fingers. Diavolo yawned as they entwined their hands, falling into a slumber within his parents' cuddle.

In their embrace, the world stopped spinning. Everything outside the hotel ceased to exist. There was no shortage of time, no thunderstorm, nor negativity. As he gazed down at his sleeping family, Drac's mind was at peace. He pressed his body against Ericka's, wrapping an arm around her shoulder; the other around Diavolo. This was the filial love he'd wished for. Inwardly, he thought of Martha - his heart told him that she wanted this. For him to move from the clutches of the past, and make a future.

Finally, he felt complete.

That's the end.

Wow, I don't know what to say, but if you've reached the end of this story, I just want to thank you so much for taking time to read my work. Every single view, favourite, and comment makes my day.

Unfortunately, this is my last fanfiction story as I'm focusing on my first year of University. But, thank you for making this an amazing experience for me ever since I first started.