Disclaimer: I still do not own Little Vampire or The Craft (the universe of my OC) and all depictions done are out of love for their respective franchises.

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IMPORTANT NOTE: Just so that any chickadoodles that read this story know, I have big plans for this plot, this story will be a trilogy covering Pre-Little Vampire plot, Little Vampire Plot, and all the way into Post Little Vampire Plot. So I hope that can give you guys a bit of an idea as to far I'm gonna take this shindig!

- O -

Nancy squinted in awe at the sight of the suspended Vampire family. Their hair and clothing frozen, as if they were still standing next to her upright. She switched her grip to release Rudolf from her helpful grasp and allowed him to hobble forward into the center of the room. Intrigued, her eyes barely blinked as she watched the boy's features minimize into that of a small coffee brown bat.

Bewildered by the sight, her mind went blank.

As she turned to leave the family to their sleeping, she heard the small screeching of the bat behind her. She flipped her view back around to see the full human form of an upside down Rudolf staring back at her. She let a deep breath escape her mouth in surprise.

Rudolf gave her a small closed mouth smile, "I must thank you again, for your help tonight."

Slightly taken aback, she easily recovered. "It was no trouble," she shrugged indifferently. She gave him an impish smile, "Now, this is your entire family right?" her eyebrows rose comically. "I'm not going to find anymore surprise Vampires in my further explorations of this crypt am I?"

Rudolf fangs peeked through his lips from his larger smile, "No, I'm afraid the four of us shall be all you will encounter."

Nancy nodded with a satisfied smile, and with that she turned to leave. "Well, have a good nigh-mornings sleep!"

The Vampire child laughed at her remark and at her retreat, finally closed his weary eyes in rest.

- O -

Navigating the way out of the Vampire's sleeping chamber had been simple and as she stood at the forked route Rudolf had led her down she felt the pull of Natural magic in the tunnel opposite it. Feeling along the slimy cave walls in the darkness, she found her way down the corridor. Kicking up pebbles and dust in her wake she found herself, once again, at the end, facing another dead end. This trapped space, however, was teeming with the flow of natural magic.

Extremely pleased with her find, Nancy dropped her satchel and dug through it to retrieve her ten candles. After much fumbling, she grabbed hold of them and placed them in sets of two, doing her best to orient them to the five corners of her body's natural elements. Scrambling around in the darkened end she scratched divots in the cave walls with nothing but her chipped black nail polished fingers. By the end of her troubles, she had set them to perfection. Next, she was gentle to remove her very own golden chalice, and placed it with purpose on the moist ground. Her curved boline knife, gypsy's orb, broken mirror and stone pentacle tablet were soon to follow.

She then grabbed her satchel by its back and emptied all of her collected herbs from the forest onto the floor. With a flourish she placed her hand upon the crunching pile of kindling, "Fires power and fires might, protects me every day and night."

The dead end erupted in a fierce blue light. Nancy's candles now burned with the glow of blue fire.

Feeling warmer, Nancy rubbed her hands together in pleasure before plopping herself down onto the now dry corridor floor and happily stretched her body out to get some well deserved rest of her own.

'This could work,' her mind slurred off as she passed into a more tranquil world.

- O -

Her nose twitched in a loud snore. It was loud enough to wake her crumpled aching form back into consciousness.

Nancy's eyes burned behind her eyelids, but reluctantly, she forced them open from her slumber. Her hand bent upward to try to stifle the loud yawn threatening to bow out from her mouth.

'By the throbbing of my bones, I'd say I must have been out of commission for at least 13 hours,' her mind calculated a guess as she propelled her body into a stand. Taking note of her perfectly burning blue lit candles, she was pleased to find that the cavern had a constant regeneration of natural magic, just as she suspected it would. Extracting that large worry off her chest, she headed out through the tunnel.

She stopped only once and that was to allow her pupils time to adjust to the dimness of the inner caves, before she carried onward to follow the route back into the Vampire's sleeping quarters.

As she turned the last bend, she was shocked to find the family still free hanging from the ceiling above. Each family member still deep within their own personal coma.

"I really did sleep 13 hours," she mumbled stupefied.

With a slight inner satisfaction, she noted that Rudolf's ashen face had lightened back up to the alabaster shade of the rest of his family. Risking only a small glance to the circle of other Vampires around her, Nancy turned back around to retrace her steps back into the catacomb labyrinth.

Deciding to do something more productive with her daylight hours this day, Nancy circled on her heel with the purpose of finding a way back up to the world's surface.

- O -

Her body wriggled humorously as she tried to shimmy her way up from the hole in the ground. Upon her travels through the dark Vampire manor, she soon discovered there was absolutely no orthodox way of getting back up to the surface. There needn't be one either, considering her new found information on the Vampire family. 'Bats, they can really change into fuckin' bats!' she thought with a snarl as she hoisted the length of her body up out of the crevice in the ground. Her legs soon followed, with a swift effort she was standing again, and trotting her way through the illuminated cemetery.

Sunlight swept away all intimidating factors from the funerary grounds. Some of the headstones even glittered with their natural minerals at the touch of the sunlight.

With the small twitch of a smile on her lips, her feet led her into the direction of the long revealed mausoleum she had tried to reach such a short time ago. As her stride inevitably brought her closer, she began to hear the raucous sound of a cough, or hacking, to be more precise. Her body immediately fell into a crouch, and sweat began to bead at her hairline.

She was not alone in the cemetery, and this new inhabitant couldn't be of the Vampire variety.

Her hunched form huddled cautiously from headstone to headstone, until finally she was in position to view the other human in her company. It was a man. A scrawny filthy man capped with a beanie. His face was weathered from years of working outdoors and upon noticing the shovel clutched in his right hand, Nancy had no doubt in her mind as to what his occupation was.

Extremely rattled by his presence, she retreated, quite careful not to upset any foliage, lest the man suddenly become aware of her existence in his graveyard.

A thought struck her however, as her body unwittingly led her back to the Vampire's domain. 'He must live here,' the power and potential of that thought hit her profoundly. 'Food,' her mind practically groveled. Her feet immediately switched course to investigate that potential mausoleum after all.

- O -

The closer she stepped, the more apparent it was that the stone structure was indeed a funeral home. Her stomach growled noisily the closer she came towards the side of the structure. Hands reached out to pull creeping vines of ivy from the face of the window she desired to spy through. Her feet stood in a tip toe as she peeked through the long dejected cloudy window to see the outline of what looked to be a dinner table and adjacent from it, the boxy form of a refrigerator. Her goal in sight, she began furiously searching for a way to open the window. Fingers wrapped carefully around the bottom latch of the window, but to no avail, it only left her digits sore and red. Puffing angrily onto the glass, her hands came up to press anxious palms against the dusty surface. With the surprising slip of her hand, she found that the window actually budged effortlessly. With a slight cackle she grabbed hold of the window sill and threw her body forward onto the rugged interior of the inside.

"Not bad, for a mortuary," she whistled, noting the high vaulted ceilings and the easy home layout. She had no doubt, this man's home would be an invaluable resource to her during her stay in the catacombs. Creaking her way across the boarded floor she stealthily took a plastic bag from the gravedigger's kitchen counter top and raided his fridge in the most discreet way possible. Sacking her loot over her shoulder she quickly parried her way back out the window and made absolute sure to leave the window as she found it, nearly indiscernible with vine overgrowth.

Unable to bear the walk back to the underground on an empty stomach, she took an orange out of her stolen goods. She peeled it happily, all the while humming to her self as she knelt down to let her body drop back down into the hole whence she came.

- O -

The plastic bag crinkled as she set in down in the corner of her blue lit cavern. With a mighty stretch, she heaved a sigh before removing the empty glass jar she had pocketed from the Gravedigger's home. Carefully, she removed one of her still glowing candles and tilted it into the jar so she could precariously gather some of the wet wax.

She repeated this process for hours, until she had successfully collected wax from each of her candles. Just as she dipped a steady finger into the wax for some mixing she heard a familiar voice growl.

"I don't trust you."

With her back to him Nancy ignored him and didn't let her surprise show as she quietly mixed the wax for her final altar candle. She must have been working on this candle longer than she thought for the Vampires to be awake already.

She heard him grumble again, and her spine did that annoying tingling thing is does when she's scared.

His hand hovered over her leather jacketed shoulder and just as he was about to touch her in confrontation the air around him stiffened.

Nancy cracked her knuckles in discomfort and let her magic pollute the air around them. She turned to view the grave face of her first encountered Vampire.

"I wouldn't mess with me if I were you," her voice challenged, but the slight quiver of her bottom lip betrayed her apprehension.

Gregory smirked at the sight, one of his fangs becoming visible.

Nancy swallowed compulsively at the reminder. Her eyes began blinking rapidly to clear her now swimming vision.

"If you betray my family, I won't be merciful," his blue eyes countered her own, staring down at her still kneeling form.

Steadying herself, she reached up to grab hold of the spiked collar necklace at her throat. With a steadying breath she said, "You won't have to worry about that." With that strained admittance, she dismissed the conversation by turning back to her candle wax.

Gregory stared down at her back in confusion. He just didn't know what to make of this Witch. Inwardly deciding to test her patience with him again, he took another step forward.

The reaction was instantaneous. Nancy sprung to her feet and whirled herself around to face him.

The air around him began to feel solid. Gregory's eyes widened.

"Take one more step," Nancy warned. "And this catacomb will be filled with every type of vermin known to man."
With a hollow laugh she reveled in the surprised look on Gregory's face. "Your corpse body wouldn't stand a chance."

Taken aback by the threat, Gregory forced his body to take a step back, retreating from the tense air of the blue grotto. Upon taking his step back, he noticed a glowing blue circular glyph pattern appearing on the floor. Now that he wasn't touching it, the strained air around him had left.

"Leave me," the Witch demanded angrily. Now that she was in her element surrounded by natural magic, she wasn't going to be bullied by this Vampire boy any longer. She would show him his place. But only when he came to bother her in this corridor of the cave. Anywhere else, and well, she'd be at his mercy. But she wouldn't tell him that.

Surprised and a bit awed at her display of power Gregory withdrew from her company. He couldn't deny the prickling of sudden admiration for the girl, she had often cowered in his company, but she had proven to him for a second time since their meeting, that she did indeed, hold a backbone.

With a satisfied nod, Nancy watched as the Vampire boy and his spotted patterns of black and red dyed tangled locks disappeared from her view. "What a prick," she chuffed out after he had finally departed.

- O -

"...Prick?" Gregory repeated to himself standing at the entrance of Nancy's tunnel. He shook his head in amusement, he vowed he'd have to risk mutilation at her hand sometime again soon to ask her what it meant.

- O -

After Nancy's confrontation with Gregory she found that she was much too shaken to properly finish preparing the final candle in her set. She sat in meditative silence for a while before the built up magic around her settled from its agitated pulsing. Her interactions with the teenage Vampire boy always left her frazzled, but now she even had a magical manifestation of the turmoil his presence caused her.

It was the very thought that the boy could end her life in just one quick movement that unnerved her so. She probably wouldn't even have a full second to comprehend what was happening before death grabbed hold of her.

It was unsettling. Remarkably unsettling. It didn't help matters that all other members of his family had expressed no desire and no inclination whatsoever of causing her any physical harm. They actually seemed to be going out their way to prove otherwise, once she actually thought about. Well, almost all of them, the patriarch seemed pretty cantankerous in her company, but still, she sensed no real threat from his presence.

The magic ebbed at her body in calming waves as she let the thoughts of the meddlesome boy leave her completely. Nerves subsided, Nancy gave thought to what still needed to be done if she was to live with these night dwellers. 'A map of this maze might be helpful,' her mind provided. That didn't sound too bad actually. It might restore some of her dignity if she knew just where she was navigating in this dusty crypt. Her mind made up, she grabbed hold of her stone pentacle tablet.

"Transformation I call to me, Blessed Fire answer my plea. Banish the old and bring in the new, Clear the way for what's healthy and true." The blue flames of her candles flickered with power and her tablet began to glow like the iron of a sword held over a hearth. Her finger gave a testing bit of pressure to the face of the tablet. She smiled at the result, wherever her index finger touched, it left behind a streak of luminous blue lines.

Pleased, she set out into the darkened caverns with the intention of adding some order back into her life.

Her tablet began to lose its blazing glow the further she walked away from the comfort of her natural magic. With great relief she noted that the tablet still functioned to its full capacity. With each step she took she was being mapped and tracked. Catalogued and saved for the next time she happened to be stumbling around these moldy passages. Making a swift turn down a new pathway she marked her tablet accordingly. Distracted by her task, she didn't notice the fluttering of the two bats behind her. Until one of them gave out a shrill screech. Nancy reeled behind her just in time to duck as the two furry mammals dove over her head. As they flew steadily down the corridor, Nancy swore that one of the bats she had spied had been the smaller coffee colored bat of Rudolf. Going out on a limb she started jogging after him. A bit curious as to what he could have been up to. She was sure the child wouldn't mind a bit of her inane questioning. Picking up her pace, she found herself back into the large cavernous main room of the underground crypt. She arrived just in time to see the transformation of one Rudolf, and surprisingly, one Gregory.

Nancy nearly started running away at the realization. She wasn't ready to face the boy again so soon after their little encounter. 'Dumb ass! There were two bats you dimwit,' she winced as the two transformed Vampires turned their attentions in her flabbergasted direction.

"Nancy," she heard the small voice of Rudolf begin.

Her eyes traveled upward to catch his curious expression, and it was then that she noticed the trail of blood trickling down from the corner of his mouth. She felt herself gasp, and unbidden, her eyes traveled to the face of Rudolf's older brother to observe the same phenomenon of ruby red blood falling from his lips. She felt herself begin to panic.

Amusement filled Gregory's face. He was more than happy to have the Witch back into his scaring territory. "You've caught us at a good time," he began with a cruel smile, more blood escaped from his mouth at the gesture. "We've just returned from feeding," he put more emphasis on the word, knowing just which button to push.

Nancy began to seriously consider leaving, 'I've only been here for bit, no one will take it too seriously if I leave. I don't even know if I can really do anythi-'

Rudolf's small boyish voice invaded her inner bout of hysterics. "Stop that Gregory," he lightly scolded his older brother.

Gregory's split eyebrow rose in annoyance.

Nancy's nearly dropped her tablet as Rudolf suddenly progressed towards her.

Rudolf looked at her in sympathy, "Nancy." He spoke with care," You must understand, my family only drinks the blood of animals. We would never harm a mortal."

It took Nancy a full five minutes to comprehend that. When the implications finally dawned on her she felt: relief, irritation, and an intense need to drive a stake through Gregory's ill humored heart. Any fear she'd felt at his presence and any threat she had ever thought he had posed her flew away at Rudolf's confession. 'That bastards going to get it,' she decided, peering over at the bored looking form of the pale boy in the ruined trench coat.

Before she could get a very grateful word out to Rudolf, the imposing forms of Freda and Frederick sashayed into the room.

"Sons," the lordly form of Frederick addressed. "We would like a word with the Witch."

Nancy outwardly scowled at the way he spat the word Witch.

Gregory took in Nancy's countenance with extreme amusement, before vacating the room with the small stature of his little brother trailing behind him.

A few moments after the boys departure Freda glided forward to come closer to Nancy. "I trust you have made yourself most comfortable," she spoke with her smile small.

Nancy nodded in confirmation, "Yes, I've found myself a great well of natural magic to utilize." She continued, "After some more settling I should be well on my way into researching your stone." She hoped that she had sounded impressive.

Freda nodded approvingly.

But Frederick did not seem amused. "You mean, you have not already been researching the stone?" he spoke accusingly.

Nancy felt her small bit of courage falter. "Well," she gulped, she would never forgive herself if she stuttered in front of Frederick. "It takes time to get the most proper and accurate magic results." At the look of his raised eyebrow, she continued, "Magic is a thing of rituals, and I am nothing if not a thorough Witch," she fluttered around in what she hoped looked like confidence. "See, my pentacle tablet has yet to orient itself," she lied easily giving Frederick the equivalent of a blue glowing light show.

Frederick breathed deeply through his nose, and gave Nancy a look of regard. "Understood."

Nancy almost allowed herself to breath.

"But make no mistake, if I see a show of lack in your progress," Frederick gave her a look from down his nose. "Do not think I am above allowing you to return to the wandering from whence you came."

Rattled to her core, Nancy nodded numbly. Watching in relief as the impressive couple left her to her musings. She almost missed the sympathetic look Freda had sent her way.

Before she could collapse into absolute despair the dainty figure of Anna came skipping into the room. Nancy straightened herself back up to her full height at the child's abrupt appearance.

"Dearest Nancy!" Anna looked even more cheerful than Nancy thought possible.

"Anna," Nancy regarded her with a broken smile.

Anna gasped in dramatics. "What ever is the matter Nancy?" Anna drew herself up closer to Nancy and easily took hold of her empty hand.

Nancy smiled down at Anna in a bit of appreciation. "It's nothing Anna, I'm just tired is all."

"Well," Anna puffed. "We must get you straight to bed then."

Anna began tugging her back through the dark corridors and Nancy numbly let her. Her mind and body were shot with all the happenings the day had held for her.

"Here we are Nancy," Anna said happily, proud of herself for knowing where Nancy's room was even though she had never been told it's location. She had happened upon it the night before, drawn to it by the blue lights Nancy's candles illuminated.

Nancy looked down at Anna in gratitude, she even went out of her way to crouch down and pat the girls pale tresses.

Anna looked at Nancy in absolute admiration.

Nancy graced Anna with a small genuine smile, and as Nancy stood back up to retreat into her tunnel, Anna's tiny cold hand stopped her. She looked down at the chipper girl in confusion. The child looked nervous.

"Nancy," she began. "MayItellyouabedtimestory?" she asked quickly.

Nancy could do nothing but blink.

Anna giggled at herself before repeating, "May I tell you a bed time story?"

Nancy digested the question before she burst out laughing at the absurdity of it. Literally, no one in her life had ever asked her that question, and now, at the age of nineteen, a child was asking her if she wanted to hear a bed time story? Nancy shook her head and smiled largely. "Yes, Anna. I would like that very much."

"Oh good!" she gushed. "My family has heard ALL of my bedtime stories, but you haven't heard any so I'm ver-"

Nancy's tired mind stopped listening as she led Anna to her room with a large satisfied smile on her face.

- O -

"There once was a handsome tortured prince who longed for his true love..."

"But his true love, however..."

"Could tragically, only be see by the radiant glow of the moon on the chrysanthemum flowers at night..."

"The Prince worried and toiled over his unfavorable predicament, until one fateful night..."

"A Witch came to his castle!" Anna looked excitedly over at the passed out form of Nancy.

"She promised the Prince that if he should drink from her enchanted vial..."

"He would posses the glow of the Moon's favorite star..." Anna trailed off.

She chose to end her bed time story there.

Ultimately deciding to omit the entire last half of the story, due in great part to the Witch's betrayal of the handsome Prince.