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- Chapter 12 -

It had never even occurred to Gregory that the Witch would try to kiss him on the lips. The cheek had been horrifying enough. But the lips? Now that was reserved for marital status. Did she even just realize what she had done? Did she ever seem to realize what she had done? The answer always seemed to be a big fat resounding 'No'. Yet here they were, laying in the grass with one another. Gregory had unwittingly allowed this to happen. Perhaps he had been too friendly with her this night? Perhaps he should have pushed her away the moment he realized what was happening. But he hadn't, and as it stood, Gregory found himself absolutely petrified. Because he knew in some part of him, he actually liked the Witch's strange attentions. He also knew that he could not deny the growing attraction he had to her. Her unruly locks of black and her pale features not so unlike his own undead ones. Her tattered clothing and strangely large smile. She was every opposite feature of any female he had ever encountered. Granted, he had not met many girls from this era of history, but somehow he just knew that she would still prove to be peculiar.

That's why, when Gregory recovered from his shock and turned to observe the thoroughly floundered expression on the Witch's face. He didn't hesitate to completely disregard his morals and throw away his careful upbringing.

"Oh fuck! Gregory I'm so sorry! I don't know why I-I'm not sure why I just did tha-"

His cool mouth silenced her apologetic flow of words quite well.

Nancy could do nothing but blink largely as his frozen lips pressed to hers for but a few lingering seconds. Her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks as the undead boy slowly retreated from her face.

He cast his eyes downward. He wasn't yet able to handle whatever expression she might be donning. His ancient morals were much too busy having a conflict with his feelings.

Oblivious, Nancy blinked largely. 'Well, I can officially call myself an emerging necrophiliac,' she thought with a developing smirk as she examined Gregory's thoroughly baffled features. She scoffed as she pushed herself off of the mossy earth and away from the situation altogether.

It was a beautiful night. There was a slight chill in the air, enough to make Nancy wrap her arms around herself for shelter. The moon glistened over the ocean in distorted waves. She heard the rustling of fabric beside her.

"Whatta we gonna do porcupine?" She glanced over to his stiff form.

Gregory's features scowled at her complete appearance of calm. He couldn't answer. This entire scenario had never existed to him, even with his unnaturally long life. He had never so much as looked at a female twice. Especially a 'human' female. His mind usually created a blockade around connecting again with humans. It seemed completely implausible to consider them anything more than a next meal. Even against his fathers wishes, he couldn't help but enjoy the hunt. He was a creature of the night after all, it was all perfectly natural. At Least, that's what he used to tell himself. This damn Witch seemed to make it her life's purpose to challenge him.

"You used to terrify me you know?" She unknowingly perfectly broke the turn of his thoughts.

His lips fell into a smirk. "'Used to? What reason should you have to no longer keep that opinion of me?"

Nancy rolled her eyes, and let loose a breathless chuckle. Even now he couldn't seem to let go of his cocky ass attitude. "You're such a prick." She shook her head in good humor.

His head flew to face her at the use of that familiar word. "You have said that before!" he accused.

Nancy quirked an amused eyebrow. Well that was quite the reaction. She smiled her wan smile. "Heh, have I?"

Gregory wanted to smack her for her smug expression. "You have," he said carefully. "What does it mean?"

"Hah," she scratched the back of her head. "Well," she met his inquisitive blue gaze. "Basically...a, uh, worthless asshole," she said plainly.

His fangs curled over the smile he gave her. "That's quite flatterin'."

She laughed easily at that. "Haha, well, you're kind of hard to deal with sometimes, think of it as," she searched for the words. "A term of 'endearment' really." She spoke with humor as she turned to grasp the shoulder of his trench coat.

He blinked blankly at the contact before shrugging off her gentle grasp with a crooked smile. "Will you allow me to try something?"

His face looked positively sinister to Nancy. What in the hell could he possibly want to do to her? She scowled at him and immediately said, "No."

Gregory looked taken aback for a second as the smile slipped from his face. But then he couldn't fully suppress his surprised huff of laughter, "I suppose that's fair then," his eyes crinkled in a bizarre mirth.

Nancy didn't know what to think of her vampire boy's good moo-Whoa! What? Her Vampire boy? Goddamnit brain! In her momentary distraction she didn't notice how close said Vampire boy had gotten.

He looked at the emotions passing over her features in amusement. "Well, I tried to be proper, I suppose this is on you then."

Nancy refocused on him with confusion at his words, wha-and then his lips were on hers again. But this time, they held purpose and moved over hers with a roughness she wasn't quite ready for. He reached a fingerless gloved hand up to grip her chin as he coaxed her still unresponsive mouth open to his fanged one. Nancy couldn't stop the sudden heat of her blush from invading her cheeks. Woah woah woah! Stupid Gregory thinking he could get a point in there and catch her off guard, she'd show him! Her eyes closed in determination at the thought and she easily wove her unoccupied hands into the mess of Gregory's dread locks at the back of his neck.

His breath caught in his throat at the action and he tried to pull away in his surprise but of course the Witch wasn't having it.

Nancy grabbed the lapels of his jacket and pressed her open mouth to his. She held him to her and at last tasted the bizarre coolness of his tongue and the bit of blood lingering on it. She supposed she could have been grossed out if she really thought about the reality of kissing a Vampire but it was Gregory, and she weirdly found she didn't mind the strangeness of the sensation.

Her mouth worked over his with practiced ease and Gregory growled low in his throat at the feeling.

Nancy pulled away at the noise, smirking at Gregory's scowling face. "Sorry, were you enjoying that?" She teased him. A private smile curling around her lips, same Gregory growl, very different circumstances.

Gregory tried to keep up his scowl but couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from turning up. What a night it had become. Very unexpected. But that was the Witch after all. Utterly unpredictable.

"Didn't know you fancied a bit of tongue action there Gregster?" she continued to tease with her ever widening grin.

"Vulgar wench," he spat at her language, crossing his arms over his chest to try and abate his embarrassment. "And don't call me that," he deadpanned.

Nancy threw back her head of ebony curls and laughed heartily at that.

Gregory shook his head at her.

Wiping a jovial tear from her cheek she moved forward to grasp his undead hand. "C'mon, we really should get back don't you think?" Her free hand gesturing to the moon over the ocean's steady waves. Sparing her a verbal response he instead tenderly curled his fingers around her hand as he flew them back to their shared catacombs.

- O -

Both teenagers kept to themselves on the flight back and on their journey back into the earth. So full of thoughts and each going over the details of the day in their own way. There was quite a bit to process after all. Nancy didn't regain herself until she found herself with Gregory at a fork in the tunnel. One side leading back to his suspended family members and the other back to her cave corner. A smile tugged at her large mouth.

"So yeah-"

"I suppose this is-"

They both spoke at once. Gregory shuffled awkwardly.

Nancy huffed in annoyance. 'Oh come on! All this awkward crap should be over with by now, he's had his fucking tongue in my mouth for anti-christ's sake!' and with that thought she pushed herself forward to embrace him around his lithe middle.

He inhaled sharply at the contact. He supposed embracing was still really going to be a strange thing for him.

Nancy released him with a large grin. "Goodnight Vampire," she pulled annoyingly at one of his liberty spikes before fully retreating.

As her leather clad back disappeared down the corridor Gregory tried to gauge his feelings. He'd just experienced more in the past 24 hours than he had in the whole of his timeless existence. It was overwhelming. But also, so very exciting. He was grateful to the Witch. But fuck if he ever told her that again. She was feeling cocky enough as it was. "...Goodnight Nancy" he mumbled secretly to himself before turning into a bat so that he could join his family for the remainder of the night before the sun shone.

- O -

Nancy was almost delirious with feeling as she skipped down the corridors back to her cave corner. She was so overcome she very nearly almost collided with her favorite Vampire Patriarch.

Frederick eyed Nancy wearily. "You seem to be in high spirits Witch," he intoned at her from a dark corner.

Nancy almost pissed herself in surprise. Jesus, she really couldn't catch a break could she? Damn Vampire family! She laughed uneasily, "Yes indeed!" She chirped in discomfort. 'Yeah cause I've been feeling up your undead Victorian son! That'll go over real well Nancy, don't say that, I repeat don't say that!'

He continued to scrutinize her with his sharp eyes.

"That's because uh-That would be because-I uh-!"

"Out with it Witch," He spoke in agitation with her muttering.

"I've found a way to track the exact date of the next comet!" Her hands closed around her stupid big mouth at the loud utterance.

But the look of elation on Frederick's face was enough to know that she had just told him exactly the words that he had wanted to hear.

But at what cost?

"This is most joyous news young Witch, I must inform Freda at once," and with that he had whisked himself away, cloak billowing behind him.

Crickets chirped at his departure and Nancy sunk to her knees in depression. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuck," she chanted to herself. Really, the first lie that popped into her mind was that? Well, she was still pretty high off the steamy Vampire makeouts with Gregory so maybe that had something to do with it? Wow, she had to dig herself out of this hole and quick. She could not afford to disappoint Frederick again, like really, that was not an option. The only way she could possibly provide him with that date would be to-No! she couldn't do that, not with the hex still plaguing her, but she really didn't have a choice after that particularly stupid encounter.

Her mind made up, she prepared for an inevitable all nighter.

- O -

A storm from above-ground raged through the cemetery and rain droplets found their way down the sticky alcoves of the inner cave walls. One such rain drop found its way to Gregory's cheek. He awoke from his slumber with a large fanged yawn and looked around him to find that the rest of his family had already woken.

He casually disentangled himself from the ceiling of the cave and wiped the raindrop from his face. That was well and fine he supposed, oversleeping wasn't uncommon for him, he just hadn't done it in a while. Last night had been quite the night. He let a small crooked grin grace his features before he remembered himself and controlled his expression. It would do no good for his family to see him like this anyway. Damned stupid Witch, going and making his undead life interesting. He did it again! Damn it all! The uncontrollable smiling, he cursed her yet again. Oh yes, his family could not know about this. His Calvinist Father would have an aneurysm he was certain. Yet somehow the thought of that made him want to see her even more. He allowed himself a smirk before going off to visit the very same damnable object of his thoughts.

However upon his arrival into her quarters he found himself facing a mess of parchment and candles scattered around her unconscious body. She was sleeping. That was odd. He gazed curiously at all the strange scripts littered all around her curled unmoving form. He picked up a drawing of a pentagram and knelt down beside her. Kicking his knee out he settled down propped up against the wall. Silly Witch, exhausting herself. She would probably wake up soon anyway. He had nowhere else to be really, he reasoned with himself. So with that in mind he kept watch over her sleeping form.