Title - Night Side Of Eden
Chapter Title - Creative
Author - OblivionsGarden
Genre - Romance/Supernatural
Disclaimer - I do not own The Little Vampire in anyway, shape or form. I entirely own the plot for this fic and my original characters.


Once back at the Thompson's, Eve helped Gregory upstairs and into the bathroom. She left to find the first aid kit and returned soon after to find him sat on the closed toilet lid, his head in his hands. Silently she sat on the edge of the bath and opened the small green box in her hands, propping it in the sink. She gently pulled her hands away from his face and looked him straight in the eye.
"How are you?" She wasn't sure why, but she felt the need to whisper.
"Better now I'm home." He managed a small smile which Eve weakly returned before finding a flannel and running under the hot water tap. She squoze out the excess water and cautiously started to wipe the blood from Gregory's face. She soon had the most of it gone and was left with the still bleeding cuts, already forming bruises and swollen left eye. As she used some cotton wool and antiseptic spray to clean a cut above his right eyebrow, Gregory gently pulled her hand away from his face.
"What's wro-" Eve was cut off as Gregory's cracked and split lips pressed firmly against hers. His kiss was strong and passionate but gentle at the same time. He kissed her as a man who'd been at war for months on end would come home to kiss his wife. Eve dropped the cotton wool into the sink and wrapped her arms around his neck, needing him as close to her as possible. Eventually, they pulled apart, staying wrapped in a tight embrace. Gregory could feel Eve's warm breath on his neck and she his in her hair.
"I thought you were d-"
"Shh. I'm not, I'm here." Gregory whispered, gently moving Eve so she sat back on the edge of the bath as he resumed his seat on the toilet. "C'mon. Let's get me cleaned up and get something to eat before mother starts panicking."
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"Nobody stays alone." Said Dottie, adopting her stern mother tone. "Frederick, Freda, you can take our room, we'll be on the sofa and everyone else in the girls room."
"Oh we couldn't possible take your bed."
"Why can't I stay in my room!"
Tony Freda and Frederick were the only ones to protest. Dottie sighed as wrapped her hands tighter around her mug of hot chocolate.
"There is no way I'm letting you stay on the sofa, so your taking the bed whether you like it or not. And Tony, you and Anna are too young to stay completely alone so you'll be with everyone else. If it would make you happier then everyone can stay in your room, but theirs is bigger."
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A little later that evening and everybody had retired to their new rooms. Gregory was sat on Eve's bed with his back resting against the headboard, completely exhausted but unable to find sleep. Eve was sat cross legged on the end of her bed, book in hand, occasionally taking glances at Gregory. Half to make sure he was OK and half to make sure he was definitely there and she hadn't dreamt his rescue. Anna had borrowed one of Eve's many sketch pad's and some pencil crayons so she could lay across the floor and draw beside Tony, who was doing likewise. Rudolph and El were sat on El's bed, talking in whispers. Not because their conversation was particularly private, but because it felt rude to be speaking so loud after everything that had happened.
Boredom replacing his tiredness Gregory scanned his eyes around the room for something to do when he spotted something familiar on Eve's bedside table. Leaning over he pulled the small piece of white plaster from beside the lamp.
"The thorn in my side but my beating heart too," He mumbled and Eve turned to smile at him. "Why did you keep this?" He frowned.
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Just because, nosey."
With a smile that stung the cut on his lip, Gregory replaced the plaster and pulled Eve down to lie with him, her head resting on his chest.

El, had her head in Rudolph's lap as he looked down into her grimacing face.
"What's so bad about cemeteries?" He asked.
"There's nothing bad about them, they just scare me."
"You met me in a cemetery." pouted Rudolph.
"Actually I met you in Tony's bedroom remember. You flew in through the window."
"Ah, yes." There was a brief pauses as Rudolph remembered the night. "What were you playing?"
El blushed. "Vampires." Rudolph raised his eyebrows in a curious manner, "Tony's idea." She defended.
"What was my idea?" Came the younger boys voice from the floor.
"Playing...vampires the night we met Ru."
Gregory glanced at Eve with a smirk. "What? I wasn't playing, I was drawing."
The room started to giggle as Anna and Tony sat up. "Do you ever miss it?" Asked Tony.
"What, being a vampire?" Gregory, somewhat painfully, moved so that he could see the two children sat on the floor. Tony nodded.
"I miss flying." Blurted Rudolph without a seconds hesitation.
"Ugh, I don't." Moaned Eve, remembering her first ever trip in the skies.
The group sat up and talked all night, until eventually the conversation turned once again to the girls. "What happened to your parents?"
"Anna!" Scolded Gregory. "You can't just ask people things like that."
"It's fine, Greg. They just...left us." Frowned El.
"Left you?"
"Mmmhmm. I was nine and El was six and they just decided they didn't want to deal with us anymore. They told us that we were going on holiday with our Aunt but they actually dropped us off at the children's home and we haven't seen them since." Eve rolled onto her back, her head hanging off the edge of the bed. Gregory gave her hand a gentle squeeze and she smiled.
"That's horrible." Gasped Anna. "They deserve to...to...rot in the deepest darkest depths of hell."
"How very poetic." Smirked Gregory.
"Says one." Commented Rudolph. Anna smiled mischievously.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Demanded the older teen.
"Remember when Anna first started writing poetry? I recall someone got a little bit jealous of the attention she got from mother and father..."
Eve rolled back onto her stomach, her attention caught.
"Yes, that's right brother." Added Anna. "And he decided to write his own poem, to impress them. How did it go again, Gregory?"
"Shut up."
"Headstones in the courtyard, earth scattered all around..."
"Shut up, Anna."
"A rose to mourn a loved one..."
"Rudolph, be quiet!"
"A tear escapes the eye... But that was it, wasn't it?"
Gregory resorted to lying on his front with his head stuffed beneath the pillows.
"Why?" Asked Eve.
"Yes brother, why didn't you finish your lovely poem?"
A small muffled mumbled came from Gregory. "What was that? Did you say that you never finished it because I found out you were just copying lines from one of my poem's that I hadn't finished yet?"
Eve chuckled. "Why didn't you just make something up?"
"Creative writing was never his strong point."Smiled Rudolph as a pillow just missed his head. "Creative nuisance, is what Gregory was."
Eve laughed aloud and Gregory glared at her. "Creative nuisance that sounds about right."
"Me? You're are the biggest nuisance I've ever met!" Laughed Gregory.
"Well obviously. You can't meet yourself, can you?" Just as Gregory lunged for another pillow to fight Eve with and El nearly fell from the bed with laughter, another voice cam from the doorway. A voice that sent chills down spines and stopped even the flicker of a smile. It was the voice of Bart.
"Well, well, well. The rescue team are having a sleepover, how nice."