Harvest Moon 2: Harvest of Blood

Disclaimer: I don't own The Little Vampire

Chapter One

When Von slipped into Tony's bedroom to put the stone in his nightstand drawer, Tony, Rudolph, and Anna were asleep on the bed in a fashion that ensured that all three of them would fit. He smiled, and then he walked out of the room. Gregory was passed out on the couch, his limbs splayed out as if he had all the room in the world.

But for all the peace in the Thompson house, something to Von's heightened senses felt amiss. He walked downstairs and stopped, listening. He heard the faint beeping sound that Tony told him indicated the activation of Rookery's vampire detection system. He turned his head to the left and almost immediately noticed the distant shadow and soft red light of the truck. His stomach clenched immediately, and he turned toward the door to the basement and slipped inside.

Alright, Von, breathe, he told himself, leaning his back against the door. He's just one hunter and everyone in this village thinks he's a whackjob. How threatening can he be?

Potentially very, he realized. No one gives credence to the crazy, which makes them angry and causes them to want to gain credence, and the logical extention is someone who may be very dangerous indeed.

Why was he there? What did he want? Did he believe the Sackville-Baggs were still vampires and the Thompsons sympathizers? That certainly seemed likely, cinsidering what little he knew of the history of the Thompsons' involvement in this case, and it has always been Von's experience that vampire hunters considered vampires to be forever agents of the devil, either as vampires or humans.

Von walked down the stairs and toward the chest in the back of the cellar that he had adopted as his own. He climbed inside and leaned back against the narrow side of the chest, his hands on the lengths to his side. His fingers drummed out a tune as he hummed it, but his mind was too occupied by Rookery's presence for the tune to have any real meaning or quality. He stopped humming and drumming and slipped into the hunter's mind, the only way to escape notice.

Rookery, it turned out, was aware the Sackville-Baggs were human, but he believed they were vampire sympathizers working with the Thompsons to board other vampires. Von smirked at this foreign thought, largely because it was to some extent true.

The hunter was also mentally going over the Lord McAshton and John McMillan cases, but he believed that if he could eliminate the vampires closest to the sympathizers, they would break down and tell him where the other ones were.

Von started to pull out, but before he left, he planted a small seed in Rookery's mind, almost as an afterthought. He left the hunter's mind unbelievably satisfied. It had been a very productive night.


Tony awoke early that morning, just as the sunrise filtered through the window. He thought he closed it, and then he remembered that Von was also occuping this house, too, and had possibly recovered and returned the Stone of Attamon. Tony put on his glasses and opened the drawer to his nightstand. The stone was in the drawer, and though it wasn't there when he went to bed, the drawer had been the stone's place for three months prior. Von had been there.

He changed into his clothes for the day and then walked downstairs to the breakfast table, where both his parents sat. Bob was reading the paper, and Dottie was casually sipping from a tea cup. "Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad," Tony said.

"Hey, bud," Bob replied, looking up from his paper for a moment.

Dottie set her cup on its saucer and rubbed Tony on the shoulder. "How're you today?"

"Good," Tony said.

"Good. Ready for school?"


Bob set the paper down and looked at Tony earnestly. "Do you know what happened to that vampire from a couple nights ago?"

Tony shrugged. "He just disappeared, I think. He might be back."

Bob and Dottie looked at each other and then back at Tony. "You know that's bad, right?" Dottie asked, leaning toward him.

"Yeah, I know. Rudy says he's lost his mind."


"Yeah." Tony nodded.

"Tony, how about you eat breakfast and get ready for school. Your dad and I will talk about this."

"You can talk to the Sackville-Baggs, too."

"You know what? That sounds like a good idea," Bob said. "Thanks, bud."

"Sure, Dad."

Dottie leaned back in her chair, picking her cup up and taking a sip. Bob nodded to Tony and returned to his paper.