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Their real first date wasn't even originally intended as such. They had known each other for nothing, just wandering through the wild forests and clean deserted beaches of Hawaii, and they didn't dare to dream about what the future held for them. Every night spent in romantic seclusion, as the young couple got to know each other better, seemed like a self-evident date. Upon returning to Transylvania, Dracula was struck by an annoying realization, which he instilled in himself — he could have tried better.
Despite the fact that Martha was genuinely happy with him and never blamed him for not paying enough attention to her, he stubbornly pursued his goal of pleasing her in every way he knew. Among all the cute little things and expressions of devoted love, Drac never tired of arranging dates. Surprises and specially planned ones, for or without reason. But once every few decades, sometimes more often, there were those that he called the first. They were special in that they seemed to throw already married vampires back in time, creating a sense of that distant detachment and carefree. No matter how many years have passed since then, they didn't matter.
Twenty-five years after the birth of their first child, Mavis, and twenty-one years after the hotel had been opened, Dracula blindfolded her to keep his idea a secret until the last moment and led her by the hand before they reached the local lake. There was a boat waiting for the two of them, bobbing on lazy black waves, to take them out into the open water.
Almost fifty years later, when the business was already booming steadily, and they had already become parents of three children, he got behind the wheel of a hearse, which he drove a little more confidently than a few years ago, and took his wife to the other side of the country to blend in with the crowd at one of the festivals and finally enjoy the feeling of peace in the midst of fun, not being in the spotlight.
As time passed, their daughter married an energetic red-haired human guy, a man who was deeply attached to the hotel and his new vampire family, and their sons grew up and began to cause more trouble. However, the overwhelming responsibility as a father and as a hotel owner failed to stop him from proving to Martha once again that their love was immortal. They left their home and family for just a couple of days, for the sake of fulfilling her long-held dream. Dracula wasn't particularly fond of planes, but seeing the almost childish delight in Martha's eyes after she took the helm, he realized it was worth it.
Even when their first grandson was born, who was loved and pampered by everyone without exception, Dracula snatched just one night to spend it alone with Martha, phones turned off and dancing under the open starry sky. This event reminded them especially acutely of the transience of time. In no way did it mean that romance in the relationship had given way to quiet family time and the upbringing of a new generation.
And even centuries later, their love grew stronger thanks to such moments. Dracula's family has expanded significantly: he has had a nephew, more grandkids, not to mention new friends who became no less dear. His family was his whole world to him. The thought that the merit of his beloved zing in all this was invaluable continued to warm his soul until the end of time.