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Hotel Transylvania, that name was hidden for quite some time before. Until a ginger boy fell in love with the daughter of Count Dracula, things around had changed. Humans and monsters together, co-existing and respecting each other's differences, business booming, halloween always get the most profit, and they are all loved by many. Love in many ways, mind you. While monster lovers or even monster haters exist, the monster fuckers are the real deal, interested in a brand new experience, something a normal person can’t provide, testing the waters and see where they can push the boundaries further of their desires. Some are interested in the undead, some want to feel the body parts reconstructed and electrify them through night, some dappled into the animalistic hunger of the werewolves, hungry for a taste of what they’ve been missing out for years. And you, were no different than them, freak. You wanted to see something different, feel something new, exotic you can even say. That was why you drove all the way here wasn’t it, cough up the courage to asked for the extra keys of the room that was already booked, stepping foot into the elevator with the zombie worker leading you up to your destination, leaving you at the front door and took his leave, not uttering a single word or try to communicate with you. It was absolutely not the first time you interacted with a monster before, you have plenty of experience, especially with many now immigrating in everyday human lives, college was better than ever, interesting subjects you’ve never heard of, information gain form combining humans and monsters knowledge, and experiments that can only be safe to operate on a monster giving more realistic demonstration of the lesson it has been nothing but up for both communities, at least from what you’ve seen so far. You shook your head, you shouldn’t overthink this, this was already thought about before, why are you hesitating now? You remember how many hours you spent hyping yourself up for today, researching and asking around to get as much info as you can before you came here, preparing yourself for all the worries and trouble you might encounter. You were ready. Despite that, standing in front of this door, key fidgeting in your hand, having a hard time deciding whether to call it quit and chicken out, or push through and see where it gets you, you were having the most difficult battle in your head, not sure which one you yearn for more. One hand, you could call it off, go home, freshen up again with a cold shower, watch some shitty youtube documentary or ice berg video about a topic you don’t even care about. But on the other hand, you putting in the key means you will have your curiosity solved , getting some closure… Getting to have a good time even… Shouldn’t you have debated this before you drove all the way here? There’s no going back now, you’ve dedicated too much time and effort to get here. “ “Curiosity killed the cat” they say” you muttered under your breath, pushing the key in and turning it, hearing a loud click of the door unlocked “But satisfaction brought it back” you opened the door and entered. It was quite, pleasant, the well made bed with vintage but clean and expensive decor, wine-colored blankets, with carpets matching the old timey theme. Lights in shape of candles instead of actual candles, you were a bit disappointed but understand the needs, furnitures in this room were mainly made of wood so it would’ve been a mess if they accidentally knock one of them out, and with the past of how the hotel was sheltered of off society, of course they wouldn’t re-create such a traumatic experience for the Dracula’s family. The beauty of the hotel room shouldn’t have surprise you, you’ve been here before, albeit a tour only for the summer trip your parent signed up for, you didn't get to see the inside clearly as there were only 2 hours and the tour guide, Mavis, the actual Count Dracular’s daughter was trying to get through everything as fast as possible, she seemed to be more excited about the Q&A part of that tour more than anything, funny enough she was the one asking more than the people in tour themselves, seemingly fascinated by so much of human technology and how quickly they have evolved, though it was weird at first how she acted, you easily gotten used to the bubbly happy girl. She was like a bird that was just let out of its cage, despite having done the same tour several times that day, she just has such a positive energy to her it is hard to hate. The guy that booked this room said he was here already, yet you haven’t seen him throughout the tie you've been navigating around the hotel lobby. His location is pointed here, so he can’t be ghosting on you, no pun intended. You decided to start first, walking into the bathroom and giving yourself a fresh shower, preparing for what's in plan for you. Call you stupid for not asking for the guy’s monster type, you wanted a surprise, most people would want to know what they’re getting themselves into in these blind one-night-stand, especially with monsters, but you like it a little risky, you want to experience it all, or you’re just a freak that is self-destructive, but who would want to admit that. All you know about the guy was that he has orange hair, seemingly on the older side, you would be surprised if he wasn’t, considering how much longer monsters outlive humans. He wears glasses, has a peach fuzz that he shaves sometimes, and freckles. From the way he described himself he seems cute, if it wasn’t that he was a verified account on the monster blind dating app you’d have suspected him to be an average guy trying to get laid form the phenomenal monster immigrating back into society. He said he could take a selfie but you explained that you wanted it to be a surprise, which is a first for him. While the blind date monster dating website was created for it to be, well, blind dates, it was more of a blind matching based on your interest, then you can proceed to the talking stage, with how some people can be a bit, bias (their words, not yours) towards certain types of monsters compared to others, they wanted to create an environment where people wouldn’t be able to pick and choose base on their preferences. To be honest you find the whole thing stupid because of how some of them would use the stereotypes cards on the monsters as a reason why they avoid them, it’s still weird that someone would distance themselves from a whole species because of a trait some of them may or may not have, you would even argue it was a racist viewpoint but then again, arguing with bigots is a losing battle. More dates for you, anyways. It was nice to have a calming bath after all that trouble of driving here, and the body wash smelled really good, which was shocking with how most of the other items, foods, drinks, clothings are all monster based, you expected it to be something like “rotten body wash” or “slimey body wash” but it smelled like roses instead. Maybe it was thanks to the innovative team that suggested the changes (i.e: Johnny advising people to change their stuff for the hotel to fit more into human standards). You walk out of the bathroom with a robe on, steam floated out following you, mouth humming a tune you had your eyes close from how refreshing it was, until you hit something with a loud thud. Weird? you thought the room was bigger. Opening your eyes you were proven right, the length between you and the actual wall was still a lot. So, what did you stumble upon? it was nothing out of the ordinary if you kept your vision still, but as you were looking down to find the object that blocked your way, you were met with a floating towel, seemingly warped around something, reaching above your waistline. Your eyes slowly look up, to find a pair of glasses, fogged up by the steam from the bathroom making it more clear that there was in fact an actual pair of working glasses and not a fake, ghost imagination you made up. What..? “ Oh hey, must be here for the blind-date? I’ve been waiting for ya” a voice spoke up, huh..? from the, the glasses? “What's wrong? you look a little pale. It’s me, Griffin?” He talked more, you were shocked and impressed, more amazed actually. Invisible..? He must have noticed your expression and seemed to be confused before actually realizing why you were. “Ah yes, I was suppose to inform you about, this. But you were so insistent on it being a surprise I figured why not. This is my first time back on the “dating game”, so I'm a little rusty. My apologies.” It is not common for monsters to do dating again, you learn that from the tour, Mavis talked about, zing, or whatever it was. The idea was that you will only zing with one monster your entire life, that you both are made for each other. Although changed when she zinged with a human boy, then her dad zinged with another woman after centuries of being alone grieving his wife. Monster culture is fascinating. “So you are, air or?” “I’m invisible, my body is here but, you can’t see it” Your curiosity peaked, reaching out your hand, you wanted to touch and feel, to see if you can make out what he might look like. “Here, let me help” You felt a sensation touching your hand, bringing it up to what felt like a face, right under the floating pair of glasses. You look like a dork, smiling a bit to yourself while feeling his face, rubbing your thumb on his cheeks, and he lets out a small chuckle at your reaction. “Wow… I’ve never seen someone like you before” “Well you can’t exactly see us very well can you?” He must be real proud of that line from the way he laughed at your face, dropping from excitement to playfully annoyance. He is just like how he carries himself online, charming, funny, and, fascinating. You too sat on the bed, him telling you more about his invisibility and some funny stories that comes with it, without the glasses and the clothing he would usually be naked, you cringed a bit at that knowing that there were children at the hotel, but then again, they can never see him, and he must have lived for years now so he probably is used to public nudity at this point “It just seems more comfortable, and me. You know?” Of course you don’t know, you've never been invisible, ever. But you nodded along, more interested in him than anything else in the room right now. When he told you to tell him a bit about yourself, you just shrug, telling him that you already told him all your information through text while you both were getting to know each other, and he seems dissatisfied? Did he want you to talk about yourself? “Well, I am as transparent as I look, an average human that has an interest in monsters, you guys must all have seen these types before, no?” When you said transparent he laughed a bit, of course you would unintentionally make an invisible man’s joke to the man himself. Groaning to yourself you sat back further on the bed, watching as he chuckled and followed your action. You can’t tell what his expression is but from his glasses and his laughter, you’re both hitting it off really well. You could sit here and talk all day to this man and would never get bored, but you both know what you’re really here for. He crawls over to where you sat, the sensation of your body being glossed over by his hand as he brings it up to make you focus on him. “Wanna cut to the chase?” You nodded eagerly, a smile appearing on your face and you can sense that that made him satisfied. Even when you can’t see his body, you can still feel the heat emerging from it, when he went to take his glasses off you stopped him “I want to see where your eyes are so I can keep eye contact while you devour me” shiver straight down his spine and he smirked. His face moved close to you, glossing over your lips moving down your chin, slight kisses down to your neck, the intimate feeling makes you hum and giggle. It was a new sensation, the feeling of not knowing what's going to happen, and making your senses more sensitive, it was fascinating. The feeling could be compared to being blindfolded, but this sensation, you can see yourself, feel yourself. But you can’t see him, being able to feel but not knowing what’s gonna happen even with your eyes open is insanely arousing. “Someone’s excited” he muttered next to your neck, you let out a quiet hum to his words. The only reason why you can tell where his face is is because of his glasses, if he takes it off it would be no different than you being in a dark room. You can’t wait for what’s to come.