A/N: Okay, I really don't know about Gregory's origins. But this is a Fanfiction so let's let my wild imagination run free shall we?

I do not any of The Little Vampire stuff.

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Chapter 2: Secret

The two boys' heads snapped at my direction. I was introduced to a young boy, slightly younger than me, but slightly older than Tony. His hair was short with spikes falling back. What got to me the most is that this boy's skin color and eye color endeared the same similarity as the one that tried to kill me just half an hour ago. The only reaction that registered into my head was my vulnerable and scrawny cousin:

Tony.

Quickly snatching Tony's arm to drag him away from the monster, I curled my lips and bared some of my teeth at the boy. "Explain why you are here and what your purpose is to be in my little cousin's room?"

"Foolish mortal, I have nothing to explain." He replied in disgust and by the look on his face, he was utterly unpleased.

"No, you do. You're in my house and let alone with my cousin. Not only that, but you don't seem...human." I spat at him, keeping Tony locked in my arms.

"Saw, he's a Vampire! Let me go!" Tony thrashed in my hold, but that only made the problem worst when my arms tightened. Tiring out, he just decided to stand there, talk, watch, and solve.

"I...don't believe that." I acknowledged and the 'Vampire' growled.

"Then i'll make you and your little fake brother believe." He snapped at us. A growl shook in my chest and my fists clenched.

I cocked an eyebrow up. "First of all, over my dead body and second he's not my brother. He's my cousin."

"Watch your tongue human, for my family will gladly love to eat it." He breathed out weakly.

"I thought Vampires only drank blood." Tony added questioningly.

I twisted his body around to me stiffly before I crouched down. "Tony, these aren't normal Vampires. Not only do they drink blood, but they eat fresh, living meat."

"W-what?" Tony stammered, an indication he was scared now.

"He's not the only one I've seen today too." I sneered over Tony's shoulder at the creature glaring daggers at me.

"Oh, so you have met one of my relatives?" He chuckled darkly, standing up on his feet.

My body rose up as well, keeping Tony's hands stuffed into mine. "Yeah, got a teenager in the coffin?"

I felt Tony vibrate a snicker at my coffin comment. The vampire paced around slowly, smirking at me. "So, did my older brother, Gregory, do you well?"

Hmm...the face had a name huh? Very old fashioned. The name sent a surge of energy through my veins, but I ignored that pleasuring feeling.

"Yeah, by allowing me to be his meal! If that means 'do well' in your demonic world then yes, he did do me well!" I notified loudly.

"Saw, you've met his older brother?" Tony glanced up at me.

"Yeah and it nearly killed me too." I notified, Tony gasped, filled with trechering scarce.

"Well who could blame him, you do smell...quite nice. Like a sort of strawberry and vanilla smell. And your skin also appears rather juicy." The boy said, licking his lips.

The blood left my head and I went pale. Now would be an awful good time for my instincts to do fucking something! Basically, I just froze in place, recurring a problem with the same family son again.

Tony trembled in my arms, tugging onto my shirt.

"Leave us the Hell alone," I growled as my protective barrier was starting to build up.

He opened his mouth to say something, but the doorbell rang.

'Oh, cock-gargling fuck nugget! I remembered I also comitted to babysit our neighbor's little cutie, Heather Lawrence!' I gasped in my head frustatingly.

Heather was a small 4 year-old. She had glowing auburn hair that was always in those what I call 'Taylor Swift curls'. Her pale complexion out beautied her for her eyes were chocolate brown orbs that contrasted her face to appear look more cat-like. She was awfully fragile and puny though. She was like a china-doll, that one mistake, she'll break. Ever since she had lost her parents to a car accident just a year ago. Her Aunt took her in and she was a dear to bring us cookies when we first moved here.

"Tony, get the door and tell Ms. Lawrence that I'm upstairs tidying up and to bring Heather up here as soon as possible." I commanded him, flinging him out to the hallway.

He staggered and tripped, but regained his posture. I twisted back to the Hellish boy and he stood there looking bored.

"Tell me about it?" I asked, not wanting to stare into his eyes.

"About what, mortal?" His voice was filled with venom and hatred.

I flinched, but cleared my throat. "I have a name."

"Well, you didn't care to tell me..." He prompted jokingly, plopping down onto the bed.

"...Sawyer Thompson." I replied and finally settled my eyes to dart at him.

"That sounds a bit...masculine." He snickered and teased me.

A blush rose up, but not because of a romantic gesture. Tears were trickling in my eyes and I bit my tongue to stop back a weak comeback. "Gee...thanks, asshole."

The problem with that response was...it cracked. He feigned a concerned expression. "Aww...did I make the big baby cry?"

"Shut up!" I shrieked at him, creating a cringe to form for him.

"Okay!"

"What is your problem? Exactly how old are you?" I was oh so curious that this child had the audicity to speak to me like the way he was doing. Didn't anyone teach him respect and manners?

"I'm 12, why?" The boy shrugged and my ears caught small footsteps drawing towards me.

I shot my eyes at Heather's direction, pulling her Tony close. " Ms. Sawyer, Tony told me..."

"Okay, listen I can see you're busy right now, so I will take my leave." The boy bluntly informed us, making his way to the window.

I kept my mouth shut for it may be for the best. I didn't want to risk agitating him neither.

'What the...what is he doing?' I mentally asked loudly.

Why did I ask that you may ask? Well because I think the boy was trying to comitt suicide, but instead he got out on Tony's window sill, went over to the ledge, and jumped off like a miracle worker! To bad kid, in this world or era your in, we don't fly when we believe. He floated just for mere seconds, his triumph probably doubling.

"Whoa..." All three of us said in amazement.

Take back my whole Peter Pan flying theory, he was actually flying! He was unbelievably, outstandingly...falling? He only defied gravity up to 3 inches away from the sill until...splat. His arms flailed around him, but didn't help for he just dropped out of the air with a scream.

"Whoa...w-waaahhh!"

"Oh my Jesus!" I yelled, running over to the sill as the other two were hot on my trails.

Gulping, I set a foot up on the tiny sill, slowly and fearfully climbing up onto it. I regretted glancing over the ledge because the height fright hit me right in my subconscious mind. The world spun around me and all I heard was shouting, the feeling of my hand slipping foward. It dragged my body along with it, but everything then went...black.

'Damn this phobia! Damn my concern! And damn my hand! Da- wait...I hear talking. Is it the kids? Am I dead and there are angels contemplating if I should go to Hell or not? Did the weird boy break my fall, but break his back? Are Tony and Heather okay?' I wanted to barf mentally by the dizzying swirls of all these thoughts. It was as if I was on a roller coaster in time to save someone's life and I had to get there by rigid turns and loops.

"Shh...the mortal is awakening!" A harsh whisper finally rang into my ears.

I groaned, holding a hand up to my head. Two pairs of arms were wrapped around my neck, as the weight somehow pained me. I coughed and the arms unlatched themselves away from my neck quickly.

"..Saw? C'mon wake up, it's Tony." A gentle shake had me open my eyes slowly.

Red, blue, and brown orbs all gaped at me. Two being worried sick and one just...bored. Whatever, if you're bored you can take your silly ass out of here.

"Ms. Sawyer! You're okay!" Heather cried out in relief, taking my hand.

"Yeah, sweetheart. Mind telling me what happened?" I croaked, propping my upper body up with all my might on my elbows.

"You fell." The ignorant, supernatural boy simply stated.

Giving him a deadly glare, I gave away and sighed. "I meant what happened? How come I'm not dead. I just fell 2 stories out of a house and I don't have a single scratch on me." I gave myself a double-check.

"Just be lucky you weren't in your room, Saws." Tony did a 'phew' gesture with his hand.

That was incredibly true. I slept onto the highest story of the house. The fifth story and if I had fallen out of my balcony, well, it would be a bloody mess.

"What, no thank you?" The boy scoffed aloofly.

I gave him a questioning stare."You were the one who saved me from my pitying doom?"

"Your welcome." He smirked at me, picking up my broken glasses beside me. "You still want to wear it?"

It was obvious to him there were shards of the glass spiked out all over it, but that didn't stop him from toying with me. "Hahaha, very funny."

"How? And why?"

"You fell, luckily I had enough strength to catch you before you splattered everywhere on the floor and 'why'? Because I couldn't control the temptation if I see your body contents scattered that close to me if you did impact onto the floor." He explained, no compassion whatsoever.

"Wow...my Superman alright." I mumbled sarcastically, dusting myself off and standing up.

"Do you happen to have a cow?" The boy asked as his head darted around to search.

"There's a barn above the hill." Heather commented, pointing up to high grasslands.

I was dazzled by her and the amount of grammar and comprehension her brain sinks in. For a four year-old, you hardly see that nowadays.

"Excellent. Do any of you have a ride to get there?" The boy gave his cold look at all of us, but I wasn't as affected much considering he's given me that expression numerous times already.

"I have a motor bike, but I don't think that'll fit all of us." I glumly called out, pointing at the bike just a couple feet away from us.

"What about this?" I hadn't even noticed Tony disappeared and came trotting back up with a wide, long (that doesn't sound dirty at all), red wagon. The boy agreeingly climbed with Heather sitting behind.

"Kiddo, hop on in." I said, but he shook his head.

"No, I'll just walk and help you pull the wagon." He responded, taking the handel. I also took a portion of the handel in my hand and we started pulling the quite heavy load out of our land and up the grassland.

I looked back at the two kids on the wagon to check. The boy had his legs pulled up to him and was rocking back and forth a little. Heather just awed at the star glittered sky. Midway when we reached the top of the hill, I squinted my eyes and saw a distant ranch.

"Okay, just a couple more miles, we just got to be careful with this steep h-"

Ugh, not again! My foot slid onto a wet, muddy spot and well, I've always wanted to go a on a water slide. Just not in these circumstances.

"What the-" The boy screamed as the wagon handel in my hand now dragged them along.

Deja Vu.

Tony who was once on his feet now clutched himself in the wagon onto Heather. I fell in also as we all rolled down the hill screaming in the fast moving wagon, the wind whipping at us.

"OH MY GOD!" I shrilled, holding onto the sides of the wagon tightly.

"Look what you did, mortal!" The boy beside me, angrily, but scared shitless yelled at me.

"What I did? If it wasn't for your stupid weakness! We wouldn't even be here right now!" I replied furiously, dabbing my finger at his chest.

"Both of you two quiet!" Tony screamed so loudly I thought his lungs would've bursted.

Me and the boy silenced our argument, but not our shrieks of tragedy. We grunted as we reached flat elevation and bumpy spots staggered the wagon all around. The wheel catching onto a sticking out rock, it lurched foward. We all were tossed out onto the ground like careless slingers. Scratches and cut emerged onto my skin from the stubbly ground.

"What a ride..."I heard Heather mumble.

I huffed out a breath before getting up. Man, today may mark my record for falling so much! Oh, my humor is turning into raw freak moments now. Oi..what a day!

"Whoo, everyone okay?" I asked the huddling group.

"Yeah." Tony excitedly said. My gosh, a boy who could eat your guts alive is alone with you in a room, a wild ride down a hill? Fucking Hell, this kid could be a stunt devil, break his legs and still be jolly after it!

"Still in one piece?" Heather squeaked more like a question.

"YOU LITTLE HUMAN! YOU SHOULD BE LUCKY I'M EVEN CONSCIOUS BECAUSE IF I AM NOT, YOU'LL FEEL MY FAMILY'S WRATH!" The last one fumed out at my face.

"...okay..." I chuckled, turning on my heel at the barn.

"W-wait, what was that?" I heard the boy ask in genuine confusement. "She didn't even flinch!"

"Sucks for you, dude." Tony feinged an upset tone.

Heather laughed at the rough, but mild hissy fit. Oh boy drama. Aren't they always a sight a to see?

"Yo, Cannibal, Vampire dude, your meal awaits you." I slid the door open and the smell of hay and cow..deposit hit my nose. I gagged a little and the kids walked past me casually. Once I regained my posture, I cleared my throat. "I'm alright! Thanks for asking!"

I leaned onto the door frame, crossing my arms, but radar beeps caught my attention. Heather came out beside me looking sick. I had feeling the kid began to eat. My eyes snapped back again onto a really, really big car er, truck. There were light attached on maybe all sides of it. So high-tech and refined, but it looks like instant fatality once it collides you. It didn't seem to be running, and curiousity consumed me.

'I'm sure the owner wouldn't mind if I...checked it out.' I suggested in my head. I grasped Heather's hand, walking out of the barn.

I crept up in the middle of the road, taking in it's features. But all that glared at me as a bright, radiating light blinded me. Fudge-cicles. I tried ever so hard to peek through the awning brightness. I may not be able to catch much with this vision, but I swore the truck and light are nearing me closer, and closer. I backed away with Heather in my arms and stuffing her face in my side, my ability to get out of the was long gone. Permafrosted metaphorically, I shrieked as the truck went at me full speed.

"Mortal, shut your eyes!" My arms automatically tightened around Heather's small body when a hand grabbed my arm. The ground beneath me suddenly disappeared and I felt...weightless.

I peeked my eyes open, my stomach spasming at the sight. "OH SWEET LORD!"

Shaking uncontrollably, I glanced at my surroundings. We were about 100 ft. off the ground, one of my arms securly tight around Heather's waist and other gripping the boy's hand. Tony was on the other side holding tightly onto the boy's hand, also looking deathly pale.

"Wee!" Heather squealed, her arms outstretching.

I knawed on my bottom lip, I felt tears starting to form in my lids. "Are you crying?"

The boy laughed at me in disbelief, but he didn't know any crappy phobic thing about me. Tony sensed my sadness and insecurity so he stepped in.

"She has a big, traumatic fear of heights as in, you push her on a swing halfway up, she'll freak." Tony summarized last summer's incident.

Quite aggravated, I tried breathing in and out slowly and steadily. "Really mortal? I have ways to your weakness now."

Smirking the Vampire/Cannibal kid loosened his grip on my hand. "No, please! Please!"

"What a little coward runt." The boy snorted.

After leaving California, I was hoping for some peace on the teasing, but everything just looks like it followed me. My confidence and pride was slowly cracking and revealing my breakdown modes.

"Hey! That's mean!" Heather scolded the boy and giving him a punch in the stomach.

"So?"

"It means you have to say sorry to her!" Tony interjected, his face turning red with anger.

"...Jeez..sorry, human." The boy muttered annoyingly.

"Her name." Tony demanded, looking really adorable at this stage.

"Sorry...Sawyer."

I ignored him and just looked ahead, forgetting the phobia fright after that insult. We landed on a grey blimp nearly above the McAshton manor. I fell onto my back, wheezing slightly. The boy, Tony, and Heather sat at the middle and chatted quietly. I crawled my way over to them, smiling sheepishly.

"I know this may not mean anything to you, but...thanks...for saving me and Heather's life out there-"

He opened his mouth in a retort of the 'falling' accident again maybe.

"-even if it valued only your hunger." I finished, chuckling.

They laughed and the boy stayed silent for a while then held his head up. "I'm Rudolph Sackville-Bagg."

"I'm Heather Lawrence, pleasure to finally know your name." She held a hand out to Rudolph. He gradually, but hesitantly took it.

"You know I'm Tony Thompson." Tony added and I was about to say something, but Rudolph brought a hand up.

"Sawyer Thompson, I got it." He stated, standing up.

"So...uh...how we going to get down from here?" I asked, puzzled if there was some...spy thing or...helicopter going to get us?

"We'll fly." He simply answered, staring out at the open.

"But, we can't fly." Tony flatly said and Heather nodded.

Oi...

"I got you guys up here didn't I?" Rudolph held his hands out to us.

Heather got into my arms and I grabbed Rudolph's freezing hand as Tony latched onto the other. With a push of his feet, Rudolph had us off surface and onto air molecules again. Swallowing down the bile rising up my throat from looking down, I decided it was a change for the good.

"Wow, it must be fun being a Vampire!" Tony exclaimed in glee.

"Immortality does have it's privlages." Rudolph plaintively agreed, but he sulked a little. "But we've been hunted for nearly 3 centuries. Tormented and never at peace."

"That...doesn't sound so fun." Heather said bluntly.

I had to say yes to that. The feeling of being tortured and bothered must take a really bad toll onto Rudolph's kind. Maybe that's why he was so harsh to us. So harsh to mortals.

"Is that why you were so rude to us before?"

"Yes, for your race is something we have grown to hate. But you three have shown me that maybe not all mortals have malice." He explained in a apologetic tone.

"But I don't also understand why they hunt you when you guys feed on animals. Right?" I asked, curiousity of his older brother burning into me.

"My family eats animals. But one of them doesn't usually follow the rules. He is one of the most powerful Immortals to roam this Earth..." He prompted in disgust and fear. "He is the reason why humans hunt us. He has shown mortals that we are dangerous and we belong in the depths of Hell."

"Your older brother." I breathed out, the image of him and the man in my head again.

"Right. Gregory Sackville-Bagg."

"How did it happen?" Tony eagerly asked Rudolph.

Rudolph thought for a moment then darted down near the river. I screamed, hearing cracks on Rudolph's hand from it being squished by my much larger one. "Calm down mortal! I'm just landing so we could tell the tall-tale."

"S-sorry, that was sudden." I defended when we hit ground. The river was in deep slumber, the musical lullaby of frogs and crickets playing a symphony like in those Disney movies. The wind blew the tall grasses beside us and we sat down near some pebbled shore of the river.

"Ooooh, like a camping story!" Heather sat down, clapping her hands.

"Okay, here's the change of everything." Rudolph started, creating hand gestures.

It was back in the late middle ages. Our family was feeding on animals of the nearby forest at the village. During our feeding, we usually keep away from humans because our senses for hunting rise. Our hearing expertises, our hunger is almost unbearable, our eye-sight reaches farther radius and our smell becomes our main power. Leaving Gregory was something normal for us to do. He was old enough to fend his Vampiric instincts and control them. I guess not.

So, me and my family had errands to run as in finding a way for this curse of being a Vampire to end. Gregory's hunger is more..advanced considering the curse succumbed him during his adolescent stage. This caused his sexual senses and hunger to be alert. He is also the only male Vampire as what you humans now call it: a 'teenager'. Even now, he still wields that attitude. He's a moody, arrogant young man and he loathes the entire human race. As much as you try to please him, nothing will ever be enough. To us, he's a bit more...pleasant, but his disliking aura never left.

"Didn't he have a girlfriend to keep him busy?" I interrupted with an irrelevant question.

'What? I was curious?'

Rudolph had a ghostly smile plastered onto his face as Tony and Heather smirked. I turned beat red and shifted back a little.

Many Vampire females threw themselves at him, but he vowed that all his care to the creatures of this world were limited. He didn't have time for love or affection. It was something deep within the shadows of his soul. Three centuries later and no luck with a soulmate. After the other females heard about his reactions to the Vampire females who fancied him, they all stray away from loving him. But even I can see he needs someone other than us to actually...show the Gregory before the curse. He was the rebelious, bright, and smart young human boy in the village. We were all proud of him. But I'm not sure we could say the same thing now.

One night, there was woman. She was a beautiful, glowing young girl. I had never seen Gregory earn his hopes up, for the human actually fed him. He didn't love her, but interest started to burst. The girl got into a wicked accident with a wooden stake. She betrayed him because she did not know what Gregory really was until the village people convinced her enough that he was dangerous. She made the mistake of sneaking into our 'home' and attempting to dag each and every one of us with the stake. That set Gregory on a fury rage. She ran as fast as she could back to the village, Gregory trailing close behind.

We tried to stop him, we really did. But he just hissed at us and ran away as quick as he could.

The girl was named Rosalynn Crest. Rosalynn was able to make it to the heavily crowded village, and was attacked from behind by Gregory. Families witnessed him tearing her apart and eating every piece of her. That brought a Vampire killing war.

"Just like the witches in Salem." I concluded and Rudolph nodded.

Centuries, we all tried to turn us back into mortals to finally end this. But we were always stopped midway by the mobs.

"Wait, you guys can turn back into humans?"

Rudolph smiled, his fangs glistening in the moonlight. "I am sorry, but that is kept a secret."

A/N: I just smacked into a brick wall of writer's block so forgive me if it...sucks. The story really became reality in my head one night at Halloween when I did a medieval play for a project. This isn't Gregory's past. Maybe you guys could search it up and give me a realistic idea ;)

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