Title - Until The Night
Chapter title - Night 1 Part 2
Genre - Romance/Supernatural
Disclaimer - I do not own The Little Vampire in anyway, shape or form. I entirely own my original characters. For this Chapter: Emilie Carter.

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C.16-

Emilie's POV

I awoke to find myself once again, covered in a thick blanket. I assumed it must've been day time and so stayed completely still whilst trying to recall what had happened yesterday. I remembered feeding in the dairy farm and then going flying with Gregory...But what had happened after that? I remember pain. A burning pain on my back...But why? Nothing came to mind and so I waited in silence for the some indication that the day had ended. Soon, I heard voices not to far from wherever I was lay.
"I've finished, father." That was Gregory. I'd know his voice anywhere but now it sounded...hoarse. As though he was in pain.
"OK...How does your hand feel?" I heard Frederick's voice reply.
"Not as much pain as I should be feeling. But I'm dead so..."
"What happened, Gregory?" Was that Bob? What was he doing here? Wherever here was...And what on earth does Gregory mean by dead?
"Rookery's back."
"How? I pushed him off the cliff at the ceremony."
"He's paralyzed...And he has a wife."

Rookery...His wife? Suddenly the events of the night came flooding back into my mind. The bright light, Gregory falling through the air, Gregory tied to a chair opposite me, Rookery's wife and Rookery himself, UV lamps...Burning pain, hunger...Oh god. I'd bitten Gregory! Without thinking I sat bolt up right, the thick cover falling from my face.
"Emilie, you're awake." Bob moved over and knelt beside me. "We covered you up to keep you warm. Frederick said you were colder than immortals should be. How are you feeling."
"I...I think I'm going..." And then, the thought of bringing someone I loved to their half death, something they'd tried for three hundred years to escape all got to much and I was violently sick. Luckily for Bob he managed to just take a step back, out of vomit range.
"Em, are you alright?" Gregory appeared at my side but I couldn't bring myself to move my gaze any higher than his boots. "Emilie?" I gave a small nod. "Look at me." He whispered. I shook my head and shuffled backwards, away from the three men.
"Emilie, it's OK. It wasn't your fault." Frederick side stepped my puke and held out his hands to me. When I didn't take then he gently took my wrists and pulled me to my feet. "Do not blame yourself, Emilie." He pulled my chin so that I'd look him in his eyes.
"I should of resisted."
"No newborn could resist exposed human blood."
"Emilie, it's fine. We just have to wait for these three days to be over and then everything will go back to normal." Gregory moved around his father tried to take my hand. I moved away and tried to find the nearest exit. "Emilie, please." Ignoring Gregory's call I located the nearest door and ran towards it. Once I was outside I saw that it was still night time. I ran faster than I had ever ran before, ignoring the calls of my name behind me. I eventually came to a stop in the middle of the woods. I wandered around the woods for what felt like days until eventually I decided on a place to go for the night. I didn't want to go back to the Sackville-Bagg residence. I couldn't face Gregory, not yet. And I couldn't go to my grandparents house and give them a heart attack in the middle of the night.
Instead I found solace in the first place I met Gregory. The old graveyard. I found their old crypt without even thinking about where I was going. I climbed down inside, remembering the first time I met the immortal family. I smiled at the thought of their centuries old outfits and Gregory's territorial nature. I ran my hand along the stone walls, as I remembered the initial air of dislike between the two of us. The scowl when Tony and Frederick had shared their first vision right before Tony and I pledged our allegiance and Gregory left the room in a huff. He never did get any less stubborn. Especially when he turned up on my balcony the same night. It was weird that he knew straight away that I was scared of him. I can't believe I'd ever been scared of him. Do normal people end up dating someone they were scared of? I doubt it. He even gave me goosebumps when I heard him arguing with his father. Until he mentioned that his father didn't feel anything. The pang of sympathy I felt at the pain in his voice still struck now with just the memory. Luckily the two had become closer since they were returned to mortality. Something I've just ruined for the pair of them. I've just ruined their entire family.
Wiping a stray tear from my cheek I found a coffin that somehow seemed familiar. Upon opening it, the dust that rose into my face smelt strongly of Gregory. He must of slept here. Leaving the lid open I climbed inside and settled into the red, moth eaten satin sheet that was inside. The night Gregory bit the human was the night I followed him into the dark passage. Although I couldn't see anything, I knew I was so close to him, having walked into him twice. That was the closest I'd ever been to a boy before. He may not know it but Gregory was my first boyfriend. I chuckled a little as I settled. It was also that night that I said he was a nuisance and he said I hadn't seen anything yet. That mere statement gave me shivers just from waiting to see what he meant. Then Freda forcing the poor boy to wear a straight jacket and leash/muzzle. I wonder if they still have those...And then we walked together for the first time, back to Tony's house. And the way he said my name so soft and gently when he asked about my parents was so heart warming. Gregory was the first person I'd properly told about my parents. My friends knew they were dead but they didn't know the whole story. And then he made me un-buckle his arms just so he could hug me and apologize for even asking. And then I replaced the leash and pretended he was my dog. He even growled...Again I wiped a tear from my cheek. At least in my thoughts no body knew how mushy and lovey dovey I really was. I turned onto my side as a new scene played in my mind. When he helped me up to my balcony the same night and we stood just staring at each other whilst he was holding onto my hand for so long. It was sweet until he decided to jump my balcony railings and give me a heart attack. It skipped my mind that he could fly. And the next day when Rookery tied me to the gate in the crypt. Gregory untied me and just one smile from him managed to reassure me that I was perfectly fine. And he told me my giggle-snorting was cute. Before I met Gregory I always thought it was a defect in my bodily functions. Oh god. And how cute was he when he asked to take me on a date? I remembered his mega-watt smile when his father first thanked him for making the call. It made my heart swell in my chest and press against my rib cage. He even got embarrassed when I accused him of being territorial about me in front of Freda. All these little things about Gregory had made me fall in love with him in such a short length of time. The way he squoze my hand as his father chanted the words with the stone, the way he says 'Until The Night' instead of goodbye, When he and his family was gone it felt like a lifetime had passed before I saw them again. All it took was his voice to let me know he was back. Strange how you can come to recognize someone from just one little thing about them. And there was the fact that Gregory too found it amusing that Tony and Rudolph still thought girls had diseases, when I was worried about the Broken Clan he promised he wouldn't let anyone hurt me, and his ego getting wounded when I said he was cute, the way he didn't want me to become an immortal because of how much he had hated that life, and he was so relaxed when we flew...right before the burning on my back.
All these things that Gregory and his family have done for me and I've just gone and thrown it all back in their faces. Three hundred years of searching for their escape have all gone to waste because I have no self control. What's more, I could still taste Gregory's blood at the back of my throat. I tried to ignore it but every time I thought about it, it resulted in violent heaving before I managed to stop myself throwing up down myself. I didn't deserve someone like Gregory. I was kidding myself to think I could handle this life. No. I don't deserve him or his family and they'd be better off without me. I'll stay away for the next few days and when things are back to normal I'll leave. I'm almost eighteen and then I'll get my inheritance from my parents. That should be enough to move far enough away so I don't have to ruin anyone else's life.