Authors Note: After my cable went out, I was forced to watch DvDs. Going through the collection, I found "The Little Vampire". And since, I've been watching it over and over. The urge to write a fanfic involving Gregory (Even though there are tons already) was great. It takes place after the change, when he is human.

Please R&R. A second chapter should be coming along soon. Thankyou. ^^

"Don't... Don't go to.. To.." The boy fought and lost, curling up on the bed.

In that moment he was a vampire again, resting on his knees.

I'm starved. I can feel the hunger coursing through my body like nothing I've ever felt before. To the point where I'd snatch up a bird and dig my fangs into it for just a few drops of blood. Anything to fight this insatiable starvation!

And then, the smell of blood coats my nose. I sniff, and it's the most beautiful I have ever smelled. Where is it coming from? I jerk my head back and forth as a young woman approaches me. I am awestruck by her. The eery way her hair resembles snow in the winter time, to the way her eyes hold the same green as newborn leaf buds in spring. And her scent.. Oh the smell of her blood brings me raging!

She reaches out her hand to help me up, and I greedily take it, soaking in the warmth of her flesh. A magnificant creature she is in my eyes, the way she does not run away, or even show fear as I bare my fangs and tear into the delicate flesh of her throat. She simply grips my shoulders tightly, gasping gently. I drink and drink, her sweet blood filling my body up, my strength returning to me.

As I drop her corpse to the cobblestones, I hear my name escape her lips, life barely still in her eyes. I bend down, my face incredibly close to hers.

"You, wench! How do you know my name?" I hiss and snarl as she slowly leans up, her tongue slipping over my lips, tasting her own life blood.

"Gregory, it's me.." She gasps, a smile playing over her pale lips. "Salem.." And it was her! With my mind cleared of lustful hunger, I saw her for who she really was, the young girl I had chased, the one I ran around declaring one day I would make her father marry her to me.

And now I had doomed my lovely..

In a fit of love and madness, I tore away at the skin on my wrist, red hot blood dripping from the wound as I placed it near her mouth. Her breath had slowed to just barely being felt, her heart, I could barely hear it beating. As Salem stared up at me, drinking at the blood I offered, she did not look scared, or hurt. Simply confused.

As I pulled myself away from her, she slowly sat up, blood dripping down her pale, plump lips and onto her chest, into the black dress she wore, corset tightly wound around her female figure. Had I not feared what would happen to me, I would have taken her there immidiatly, claimed her as my own.

But thats when I heard father yelling. "Gregory! Gregory!" He cried. Salem stared at me solemnly. I told her I had to leave. I told her I would be back for her soon. I promised.

Then my nightmares took over from my memories. Salem took to her feet. "You won't, Gregory. You left me to die in the sunlight, and never came back for me.. You left me to die while you became human. You left me.. 150 years!" Her face faded to that of a demon, and she flew towards me in a fit of rage, claws tearing across my body, my own screams echoing in my ears.

"Gregory! Gregory!"

"Gregory!" My mothers voice echoed in my eardrum, sunlight filling my bedroom. "Wake up already! Its one in the afternoon!" I grumbled, pulling the blanket tightly around me.

"Go away, mum! I'm tired!" I cried, burying my face into the dirty pillow on my bed.

"If you didn't stay up so late, darling.." I heard her mumble as she exited my room. I grunted, ever so slowly scooting to the edge of the bed, slipping my blanket off. I was no longer allergic to the sunlight, however I still didn't like it. Unlike the rest of the family, I hated trips to the beach, trips to the park. I was so used to the dark that I got sick from being outside in daylight.

However, it seemed I was the only one who seemed to remember my life beforehand. Everyone else had forgotten the past 300 years, replaced with artificial memories. But mine, mine still existed. And they tormented me mercilessly.

"Gregory..!" Little Anna called with a sing-song voice, trudging into my bedroom. I gave a barely alive groan in response to my little sister, slowly standing up, stretching. "Greggy needs to put a shirt on.." She said, skipping over to poke my stomach. Her hand paused halfway, and her eyes seemed to grow a bit.

"What? What is it?" I questioned, following her trail. Across my lower stomach were four scratches, laid in just enough to raise the skin to the surface. Not again..

"Gregory! Have you been hurting yoursellf?" Anna whimpered.

"No, Anna! Now go, get out! I have to get dressed!" I ushered the little blonde from my bedroom, locking the door behind her. I shuffled my way into my bathroom, brushing my long hair back, tying it away. On my throat were two deep scratches, older than the new ones on my stomach. I had similar cuts and bruises on other parts of my body. Waking up with injuries was not new for me.

With a groan I set to taking a shower. A long, hot one to wake myself up. Only when the water ran out, did I step out and dry off. Black cargo's, a black t-shirt, and my special choker is what I slipped on for today, stumbling down the steps to the dining room.

In my hand a grabbed peach, digging my teeth into it before sidestepping into the living room, leaning over the back of the couch.

"So, mother dearest, what am I supposed to do today now that you've interupted my sleep?"

"You could do schoolwork, dearest."

Schoolwork, for Gregory Sackville-bagg, on a saturday was a norm. I rarely did it on the weekdays, which left me up until midnight or so on the laptop, tapping away. This was what happened since I first was switched over to homeschooling.

Several fights and one charge of assualt later, and Mum and Dad and the courts decided it was the best idea for me and my "anti-social behavior".

"I guess so. I can just search the answers and have it done pretty quickly anyways." I laughed as my mother reached out to lightly smack me, but missed as I ducked back upstairs. In little Rudolphs room, I could hear him playing with Tony, the two of them playing yet another game of 'Vampire, Vampire hunter.' And Anna was in her room, brushing out her dolls thick hair.

I'll say it again. I am the only one of my entire family who remembers our past, and I am haunted and plauged by it now. But this doesn't stop me from slipping out every saturday night and returning to the graveyard where we once hid away from Rookery.

I slipped open my gray computer, switched it on, and began typing away. To be honest, I did cheat. I didn't like taking the time to think, when my time could be used to think about so much better things. Like how late I'll be out tonight.

At 9:30, I shut down my laptop, slipped my phone into my pocket, and stuck on my sneakers. I locked my door and shut out my lights, slipping a messenger bag over my neck. I silently shut my balcony doors behind myself, and slipped over the edged of the balcony. I managed to climb down far enough to jump, landing fairly easilly with my long legs. Seventeen for over 300 years, and I didn't hit a growth spurt until after I became a human. Being tall has it's advantages. Mostly intimidation.

The route to the cemetary was silent, the only sound was my sneakers crushing dirt. It wasn't so much that I loved the night, than that I was used to it. It was familiar, gave me comfort. Eased my mind from the stress that was human life.

If you asked me, I would take back being a vampire any day to being human. Then, I lived almost without consequence. I could kill anything that got in my way, I could travel mostly without annoyance. Maybe this is why I showed up at the old cemetary. Maybe I hoped another family of vampires had moved in, and were hungry.

But nevermind that. I slowly hauled myself over the gate, jumping down on the other side and dusting myself off. The one place I wanted to go was the mausoleom. As I approached the large stone, my fingers dug into the bag, reaching for the large flashlight packed inside. Lacking night vision sucked. There were so many disadvantages to being alive..

The wrought iron gate screetched, making my ears ache. As my large feet carried me foreward, I clicked on the light. For a moment, a warm feeling washed over me, like I was perfectly at home. Then, everything got cold. Very cold. And my heart began to beat quickly.

What are you so afraid of, Gregory? I shook my head. I was a creature of the night- er, once was. Ignoring my human body fighting me, I pushed myself deeper into the tomb, stepping carefully over cracks and crevices. Something did seem wrong. It felt like I was being.. watched? Thats the only way to describe it. And to only scare me more, my light trickled over what looked like black cloth. In a flash it was gone from sight.

"Hello?" I called out, darting my light around quickly. Then I swore I saw something white dart near me. Very near me.

"I'm not here to cause harm!" I felt the need to call it out. "Or have the blood slurrped from my body like a slushee.." I added, making myself laugh slightly.

As the light turned, the sight of flesh caught my eyes, and suddenly A pain covered over my throat and back, my light flying from my hand and busting. A hand gripped my throat and held me against a pillar, a loud hissing catching my attention.

My poor human eyes could barely focus, but out of the darkness I saw the faint color of green eyes and white hair. The hand squeezed tighter as I choked under the pressure. Then a faint gasp, and the pressure released.

"Gregory..?" I heard a girl whisper. I coughed and sputtered, but couldn't fight as I slowly blacked out.