Disclaimer: I 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. *ROAR*

Author Note: WOW!.!.!.! Oh. La. La. La! You reviewers make my life ;D! You really do encourage me to keep the story going! I apologize for the wait, midterms and finals tore me a new asshole. Not fun. Really not fun. Life also squished all over me, but things are settling...sort of...BUT I'll get this story out though! I promise! hmmmm...*contemplation face* Don't worry my lovelies (if you're still out there xD)! This boat still has a treacherous way to row, I guesstimate about 50 or so chapters! I wish I was kidding. *gets my writing face on* Let's do this!

- O -

Nancy let a few gasping giggles escape as she turned her corner. Her hand brushing past a particularly large spot of mildew on the wall. She could barely contain herself. She felt like such a Badass. She just loved teasing that twerp. Her mind flashed with the image of his much too pale angry wrinkled features. Boy had he looked pissed.

Yet she couldn't find it in her heart to feel bad about it.

Her fingers grappled into the soft moss trying to retreat from her hold. After all, it was only a little innocent peck on the cheek right? Just a little devious peck, nothing more, nothing less. An impulsive decision. She sighed heavily as she threw the heaps of green onto the floor and settled the chunks neatly onto her painstakingly drawn pentagram. Hands flew out from her sides to begin the process of transferring the chalky design onto the rooted dirt beneath the moss. Her fists pounded down laboriously. Her mind rolling. Once confident hands began to shake and falter as her mind filtered through the nights events.

His contorted shocked face slammed itself beneath her eyelids.

Spoke too soon. The guilt had hit.

She had crossed a line, hadn't she? Her mood deflated instantly at the realization, the image of a once joyous bounce house crumpling down to the floor.

That boy was hundreds of years old. A little fucking kiss on the cheek was probably a marriage proposal back in his uptight day. Her fingers furled into her palms at the thought, smacking even more furiously at her work on the ground. She really needed to get her mind back into a place of intelligence. All the troubles that surrounded her little existence, she had no place to sit around and worry about some insensitive crass brute of a boy.

She heaved her body forward to press down her weight to the moss beneath her outstretched palms.

Why did he illicit such strange emotional responses from her? Anger, terror, amusement? She just couldn't peg him into one place. She stared down at her hands. "Why does it even matter?" she muttered gruffly aloud. Her fingers and hands changing red from her continued push of pressure. She eased up and began to run her filthy fingers unconsciously into her dark curled hair. The bastard was probably fine anyway. That boy didn't strike her as the panicking type. He was probably just grumpily brooding around the caves in his usual style, kicking at all offending particles of dust and pebbles. Her mouth quirked to the side at the easily conjured image. Her fingers rode down the side of her neck and settled at the base of her spiked choker. With gentle pressure, she fiddled with one of the spikes. Her thoughts shifted.

He had a necklace like her's didn't he?

Her eyes flitted down to her hands mindless play. What the hell was that about? His whole family looked every bit as old fashioned and stoic as the era they emerged from, while he, the rebellious teenager, could have easily passed as a modern day anarchist. She would have to make it a point to ask him...right after she apologized. Fuck. She did have to apologize didn't she? She had crossed all sorts of lines with this one. Never mind the boy's probably Victorian ideals of women, he was a fucking Vampire! What the hell was she doing? What had she been thinking?!

Breath hissed out from behind her clenched teeth.

- O -

With the stealth of a practiced cave dweller Nancy meandered her way through the murky cave passages. The abysmal masses of grey had her shutting her eyes as a headache began to form. "Goddamn, was it always this dark in here," she muttered into her jacket collar. Pebbles and dry soil slid down from a rock fixture by her hand. 'Where the hell is everyone?' She began to wonder as she made her way past the main chamber of the cave. She never remembered it being this hard to find any of her Vampires. They tended to spread out in the catacombs. 'Maybe they're all together?' Just as the thought slipped through her mind she caught the deep baritone of Frederick's voice.

"What do you mean(-)come to rest?"

Her ears managed to make out as she stumbled her way closer.

"Gregory told me he(-)Nancy."

The sound of her name leaving Rudolf's mouth had her freezing in her tracks.

"My oh my! Maybe(-)away together!"

Anna's lilting sing-song voice had her feet moving before she could stop them. She shuffled hurriedly to catch the last half of the little vampire's words.

"Love was just under my nose all along!"

'Love? The fuck?!' Nancy's face twitched into a frown. 'She better not be talking about me.' Nancy wanted to grumble. But her sour mood dissipated as she started to put the bits of the family's conversation together. Did Gregory not-

"The Witch must have cast him away! We never should have let the likes of her kind dwell here!" The barely contained fury in Frederick's tone echoed around the walls of the cave.

He didn't come back. He didn't come back! Holy shit! He didn't come back! Her stupid kiss on the cheek made that freak run away! What the fuck! Nancy held her head as breathing became more than a bit difficult. What a freakin' mess. She really was nothing but trouble huh? There just wasn't a right place for her. Not even among bloodsuckers.

"Now now dear, we don't even know if Nancy is missing. We should inquire her side of this matter, don't you think?"

Freda's honeyed voice glided out to Nancy's panicked ears. Oddly enough, the woman's cooing was soothing her scattered frantic thoughts. It's alright. This is going to be alright. She managed to squeeze the lies into her brain. With a small bit of effort she pushed herself from the damp cave wall and strode right into the crowd.

Freda's face lit up with a small practiced smile, her hand stopping its gentle pats to her husbands great clothed shoulders. Rudolf almost appeared to shrink away into Anna's excited side, in what appeared to be shame. But Anna, of course, greeted Nancy in the same manner as always. "Good day! Dearest Nancy!" Complete with a bright full toothed smile.

Under regular circumstances Nancy would have laughed at the awkwardness of the inhabitants of the room. But this was no regular circumstance. A family of Victorian Vampires were missing their prized eldest heir, and it was completely her fault. That was all the reason she needed to not crack a smile. All it seemed she could manage was a small nod in Anna's direction. Her eyes were set on the shocked and angry pale features of the patriarch in the room.

"You dare come before us!" He shouted at her, fangs gleaming, as he swept a great hand to his side to dispel the frantic aid of Freda. In great strides he destroyed the precious distance between him and the Witch.

Nancy scrunched her eyes closed and fought the frightened tears. She could feel his harsh frigid breath on her face. She could hear Anna's choked sobs nearby. "I-I d-d-d-on't know w-what your t-talking about-t," she stuttered, absolutely pathetic.

The breathing stopped and she felt the angry massive aura step away from her person. Her bleary eyes opened to see the almost skeptical expression of the Vampire before her. "W-where is G-Gregory?" she added for good measure.

Frederick recoiled as if struck. A few charged moments passed. Anna sniffled from somewhere beside her.

"Then...you do not know his whereabouts," he stated rather than asked. His face took on an exhausted expression.

Nancy felt the cold hand of guilt grab her stomach. "N-no."

The whole room seemed to exhale. The tension began to settle, but anxiety began to take its place.

"You were the last in his presence, how is it that you do not know?" He rounded on her again.

Nancy fought with herself not to jump in surprise. She swallowed her discomfort before relaying her useless bit of information to the worried family. "He dropped me off, and t-then, poof! He became a bat and flew away."

Her stomach clenched as Frederick's face took on a pained quality. "Then he is still in the world above..." he spoke more to himself.

"Rookery!" Freda breathed out in terror for her eldest.

Frederick's hand reached out to clasp onto her now shaking form.

Fat tears began to slide down Nancy's face, but she refused herself the opportunity to really cry. She was going to fix this. She was going to find him. 'I'm a fucking Witch after all!' She quickly wiped the leather of her jacket across her eyes before making a swift retreat back to her cavern.

- O -

Blue candles flickered as she worked. The wax dipped down the length of the candles in splotchy crooked lines. The normally dark mildew and grey rock of her back wall was nearly indiscernible from all the glistening wax.

In both of her hands she clenched a flaming blue dripping candle. Her fingers burned from her work. "Ah, that should do it," she breathed as she took a step back to admire her progress. She was careful not to step on her still halfway done chalk and moss work on the floor. It's never good to mix spells. Definitely never good. She sidestepped the pentagram easily and began to remove her shoes. The buckles on her boots jingled as she slipped them off her feet using only her toes. With the grace of a primate she reached down, candle still in hand and wiggled a finger free of the wax that had dried over her clenched fist. Carefully she used her freed digit to guide her socks down her feet to discard them on the floor. "There, that's all the requirements," she muttered to herself. Her hands rose to make a set of parallel lines. Lids closed easily over her eyes as she felt the comings of a magic trance coming on. She took a deep breath. "Hear me, wise ones, old ones, those who dwell above; hear my call and hear my voice, hear my prayer: Send to me-"

"Nancy dearest! Nancy dearest!"

Nancy's eyes flew open and the magic sapped itself away from her body.

"Nancy! Dearest Nancy!" Anna launched herself threw the tunnel. Nancy could hear her calls growing louder.

In misery Nancy watched as her three hours of work disappeared before her very eyes. The wax had already begun to gradually recede its way back up the wall and into her candles. Her hand clenched tightly as the remnants of wax fell from her closed fist. She was really going to have to give Anna a good talking to after this ill timed interruption.

"Nancy!" Anna's voice boomed out as she finally came into sight. Blonde locks falling back into place behind her after her quick jog through the caverns.

Before Nancy could voice any of her discontent Anna spoke.

"Brother Gregory has returned!" and just as quickly as she had come the sprite-like girl turned on her heel and dashed away.

Well, then.

That's good I guess.

Small dregs of annoyance and relief began to filter through her system. A little anti-climactic but meh. At least the butt-hole was back. Still, it would have been nice to actually use her magic for something legitimately useful. Oh well. Another time then.

With an exhausted puff, Nancy sat up from her crouched position on the floor and rubbed the back of her neck.

- O -

In, nothing short of a bad mood, Nancy made her way through the cavernous catacomb. Luckily it was all to easy to find the Vampire family this go around. With all the over joyous squealing and keening going on. What a doting family. Honestly, it made her a bit sick. But in the jealous way.

Frederick caught her eye as she entered the room and he graced her with a nod of recognition. 'I suppose that was an apology?' she wondered briefly as her eyes flitted around the room. Rudolf gave her a small bashful smile as their eyes met, and she attempted to return the look but she suspected that is was probably more of a grimace. Anna latched happily onto her arm the moment her head turned. "All is well Nancy, all is well," the little girl practically chanted as she tugged on Nancy's jacket.

With a practiced ease, Nancy reached a black nailed hand down to pat Anna affectionately on her blonde little head before moving her way forward toward Freda. She was fussing with the apparent singes on her eldest son's already tattered trench coat.

"Goodness Gregory, you gave us quite a fright. Not returning before these eve hours," she scolded as she reached a motherly hand up to wipe a small bit of soot from her son's face.

Gregory ducked away angrily. "Stop this incessant fussing, I am unharmed."

"Nonsense, you told me you had a run in with that awful Rookery and I must be certain you are unscathed."

Gregory's frown deepened, if that was even possible.

Nancy felt the beginnings of a smile lift the corners of her lips. "Heh," a small chuckled managed to escape before she could stop it.

Gregory turned his head instantly. His eyes barely met hers for a moment before he moved his head away.

Curious. Nancy's laughter ceased immediately. Honestly intrigued, she took a few steps closer. "I'm glad to see that he made it back," she smiled earnestly up at Freda, pointedly ignoring Gregory.

Freda returned the gesture immediately. "Why yes, we are quite glad to have him back," she smiled happily down at her scowling boy. "Gave us quite the scare he did," she pulled at his ear teasingly.

Nancy openly laughed at that.

Gregory swatted his mother away without delay and sauntered his way out of the room.

Nancy watched him leave in open amusement.

- O -

'Never mind, this is not amusing,' Nancy thought with a scowl. 'It's just plain obnoxious.' Since the prickled pussy cat's return he had made five accounts of blatantly ignoring her presence. Which, in all honestly, shouldn't bother her. But for some reason it was just getting way under her skin. 'I get it, I shouldn't have kissed your stupid fucking cold ass cheek. My bad, I won't do it again, but come off it with this high school bullshit!' Is what she wanted to say to him. Which wouldn't have worked and she knew it, simply because he wouldn't have any clue as to what she talking about. 'This sucks,' she pouted and sat herself down against the tunnel leading down to her end of the cave. She just felt so restless. At the very least she wished that he would just fight with her or something. Her eyes peeked up over her crossed arms. Maybe that's it, maybe I'm taking a friendly approach and instead of apologizing, I just need to provoke him. 'Yeah, a few jabs about his stupid jacket and we'll be right back to our weird unstable friendship-thing,' she thought with a small grin. With a heave and a ho, she pushed herself back up onto her feet and felt her way down into the sleeping chamber of the Vampires.

"They're all asleep already," she mumbled dejectedly to herself as she observed the complete set of suspended Vampires. Their bodies swaying ever so gently as they hung gracefully from the ceiling. They were kind of haunting and pretty to look at in this state. She pondered this as she wove her way carefully around their bodies, extremely weary of making an offending noise. 'This is so dangerous,' she thought as sweat began to pour down from her temple. 'Wait, why the hell did I walk down here in the first place?!' she scolded herself for getting entranced by the Vampire family's beauty. No wonder they were so dangerous, she didn't even realize what she was doing until she was already doing it. Walking in on their sleeping domain. They could kill me in an instant and never even realize that it's me. 'For fuck's sake, do I have a death wish?' Nancy argued with herself as she sat down on the moist ground to further admire the Vampire family. Anna's porcelain doll face, her long dark lashes sweeping across her all too pale features. They all had long beautiful eyelashes she soon realized. Even Frederick the Great. Haha. They all had a strange sort of ethereal beauty about them. Her eyes drifted to Gregory. Even in his sleep he looked displeased. She smiled and stood from the ground without a thought. Her legs carried her to stand only a few feet away from him. God did she want to punch him in the face right now. He was annoying her so much, it just wasn't fair. Taking a deep breath she stepped back away from the boy and made her way back out of the cavern without so much as a look behind her.

- O -

Gregory opened his eyes at the last sound of the girl's retreat. He was so completely confused. In all accounts. His fly through the above world had done nothing to calm the frantic and terrified feeling inside of him. She had hugged him. Worse yet, she had kissed him. It was deplorable, to be so shamed by a Witch, of all things. No one in his life had ever been granted the permission to touch him like that. Not even his long dead betrothed. It was unacceptable. He was a Vampire. Great fears didn't exist in his life anymore. He was immortal. So why on earth did he feel so unnerved. Her very being unhinged him. It took every bit of his willpower not to open his eyes and snap that sodding Witch's neck. That was another matter. Why had she come to stand before him like that? Why would she seek his presence when he had so openly denied it to her? It was a mystery, and not one he was very keen on discovering.