So it's finally October and to celebrate the month leading up to Halloween I've decided to do a fanfiction throwback to one of my favorite childhood Halloween movies. I hope you enjoy it and don't forget to review!

Disclaimer! I do not own The Little Vampire (if I did there probably would have been a sequel)

"Again." Her father instructed from his chair where he sat carving more stakes. Seth and Jake took deep breaths and resumed their assault. Seraphina stood between them, breathing heavily. Her auburn hair had been pulled back into a french braid that was now coming undone; loose strands now stuck to her forehead and neck from sweat.

Both boys advanced at the same time but Sera was ready; she dodged Seth's fist and swung her leg tripping up Jake. He recovered by doing a quick tuck and roll and turned back to fight. Seth, after missing his punch, had spun so he was facing Sera. Jake grabbed her from behind restraining her arms. When Seth swung again she craned her neck to avoid getting hit in the face and Jake ended up taking a punch to the shoulder. It didn't loosen his hold on her though, so she raised her leg and kicked Seth in the chest and used the momentum to hurl herself over Jake's shoulder and out of his arms.

They looked impressed and Seth smirked, "Yeah, I heard you were good at taking on two guys at once."

Sera charged at him with renewed vigor. Jake swung, she dodged. She kicked, they ducked. She eventually got a hold of Seth's head but he grabbed her leg and flipped her, slamming her back to the floor. She kneed him in the gut, flipped him and pinned him down but Jake grabbed her from behind, straightening her up to a standing position again. She elbowed him in the stomach causing him to hunch toward her. Then she punched him in the nose before bringing her arm down to punch him in the groin. First rule of training – all is fair. Especially when you're training to kill something as deadly as vampires.

Being a smart boy Jake didn't attack again. And after a few more thrown fists, some more dodging, more kicking and Sera using some Harley Quinn level moves, she'd beaten Seth too.

"Alright, that's enough." Her father said in a very bored tone. Seth and Jake headed to the boys locker room but Seraphina was stopped at the door by her father's hand.

"We're leaving." He said firmly.

"Where?" she replied in the same flat tone.

"North, to St. Andrews. There have been. . . stirrings. I think they went back to where it all began."

"When are we going?"

"Tonight."

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They arrived in St. Andrews the following evening. Sera had slept through most of the trip and was wide awake. Her father, who was probably on his twelfth cup of coffee, parked their Vampkill truck in the woods before getting out and taking supplies from the back. Sera grabbed her knife and slid it into the sheath strapped on her ankle, hidden by the top of her boots. She zipped up her grey hoodie and pulled her leather jacket on over it. Next she pulled out her bow from the truck. The combat bow was so perfectly designed to kill that it would have made Katniss jealous. Her quiver was full of fresh made arrows that were really just thin stakes with feathers attached on the end.

"We'll begin by scouting the forest for clues, see how careful they're being. Once we have evidence I'll go speak to the royals."

Sera rolled her eyes, this is what he always did. He'd find something and somehow connect it to vampires then go running to the wealthiest family in town. He'd try to convince them of how desperately they needed his service. So far he'd had no luck, every potential benefactor had turned him away. Nobody believed in vampires anymore. Every now and then they'd end up meeting some family with ancient roots who still believed like Seth and Jake's families, but to Sera it seemed like there were more hunters than vampires. The fools had probably hunted the creatures into extinction and hunted themselves out of jobs.

"We'll split up, cover more ground that way." Her father instructed before they parted ways.

Sera walked carefully keeping her eyes and ears open for anything suspicious. It was moments like this without her father when she could think. Her mind would wander and she'd find herself wishing she was with her mother again.

Her mother Meredith had it all, beauty, intelligence, a kind heart and a bold and daring love for adventure. That's probably what drew her to the wild and young vampire hunter that blew into town. Back then her father had been fit, dashing and carried an air of mystery. Meredith had been intrigued with one glance. As time went on she got to know the hunter better and better. He took her with him on his adventures and she became addicted to the adrenaline rush.

It wasn't long after that they found themselves expecting a child. She begged her bad boy lover to give up the hunt, find a real job and settle down with her, be a family. He refused, he broke her heart and left town. She ran to the comforting arms of her sister, Renee. Nine months later Seraphina had been born.

Life had been good, Meredith and Renee spoiled the beautiful little girl, never mentioning her father. No one knew that Meredith had been writing to him telling him all about his daughter. Her poor kind-hearted mother refused to give up on the man she loved.

Sera was eight when tragedy struck her small family. Meredith had become very ill in a very short time and there wasn't anything that could be done. When her mom passed away her father showed up for the first time. Sera remembered all the yelling as she was dragged away from her Aunt Renee by the strange man. Legally, Renee could do nothing, she was only Sera's aunt, Rookery was her father, an absent father but her father nonetheless.

He wasted no time filling the child's head full of terrifying stories about monsters that would suck your blood and leave your body for the wolves. When she'd wake up from nightmares her father would teach her how to fight. He claimed that if she knew how to defend herself the nightmares would go away and after seven years, they did.

Sera was brought back to reality by a slurping sound. She tip-toed closer until she saw the source, a dark shadow was feasting on something and when she tried to get a better look she accidentally stepped on a twig. The light snap was enough for the shadow to stop what it was doing and look around.

In the blink of an eye the human figure turned into the shape of a bat and flew off. Left in the dead autumn leaves was a fox, a wound on it's neck and no blood to be found.

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Sera returned to the Vampkill truck with the fox, holding it by the tail she threw the carcass into the back causing her father to look up from his work. He seemed to be having trouble with one of his stake guns.

"Damn thing won't hold a charge. I'm probably going to have to rig it to plug into the truck."

"Find anything?" Sera asked gesturing to the fox she'd found. He looked up from the gun and took his cigar from his mouth before lifting a tarp in the back of the truck. Underneath was a dead rabbit, a squirrel, and a coyote.

"It has to be more than one." Sera determined, "To need that much blood in one night."

"These will be perfect specimens for tomorrow."

"Plan on getting in contact with the nobles so soon?"

"Of course. The family name is McAshton. The grandfather is the current patriarch, he's certainly old enough to remember the legend of his family's ancestral home."