The Devil's Angel

Chapter 14

We came across a huge dining hall, with green walls with red ribbon and gold tinsel hanging, and a huge wooden table and hundreds- or thousands- of little wooden chairs, filling up quickly. The green was carpeted and felt soft against my bare feet, but we didn't eat here. He led me farther down and into a smaller room with six chairs, but felt more homey.

"The elves' dining hall is always crazy." He explained simply.

"I figured." I replied as I saw the same blonde girl appear from behind a doorway at the opposite side, but only her head peeked over.

"Come on, Holly, she won't bite." He assured her, but she backed up to where only her eyes and up were visible. "This is Marie, our guest."

"She's human." She stated weakly.

I slumped. "Actually, I'm-"

"God recommended her, so she'll be working with us." He cut me off, wrapping an arm around my shoulders, bringing me closer to him.

"Oh, I seriously doubt that." Holly remarked.

"You're human too, sweetie." He muttered, his teeth clenching. "Now you will be nice to our guest before I put you on the naughty list."

"Oh, really?" She sassed, stepping out, but putting a hand on her hip.  "Like I get anything for Christmas, anyway. You deliver out there." She pointed in any random direction but at where she was standing.

"Can we not talk about this now?" He growled, and she dramatically broke her stance as she went into the other room. "I'm sorry, she can be such a drama queen."

"I see." I said as a much older looking woman and a teenage boy come into the room.

"Oh, there you are." The older woman exclaimed as Santa let go of me to hug her. "And you must be Marie."

"It's a pleasure." I smiled as my gaze landed on the teenage boy, but he didn't say anything. I just saw his ice-blue eyes bore into me deeply, and I couldn't find the words for that.

"So, Mrs. C, what's for dinner?" Santa asked, and I figured that she was Mrs. Claus. The one and only.

"Well, you'll see. Why don't you all sit while I go grab Holly? I know she's in one of her moods." Mrs. Claus suggested while she headed off, and we all sat down. I sat down at one of the six chairs.

"You're in Holly's spot." The boy informed, and I scooted over one chair. "That's better."

"Thanks." I replied as I saw the women enter the room, Mrs. Claus behind her daughter with a don't-piss-her-off looks. Holly, with her crossed arms, rolled her eyes once my eyes met hers. She scooted her seat out and slumped down, moving her hair to the side of her face so I couldn't see her and she couldn't see me.

"Oh, and this is Snow." Mrs. Claus gestured to the boy as she sat down at the other end of the table. "But he doesn't talk much."

"Oh…" I trailed awkwardly as I glanced over at him, who was looking at me lower then I would have liked. "Well, I talk a lot, so I can make up for him."

The parents laughed, but the kids stayed silent, either unimpressed or staying awkward. But that didn't last long when someone else ran- okay, flew- into the room.

"Woo hoo! Party at the pole!" I heard another male voice exclaim as the room filled with snow, and there was a swirling above the table as a guy with white hair with a light-blue hoodie and jeans spinning in circles over and over.

"Oh, not now, Jack!" Santa ordered as he stopped in midair, looking at him.

"Aw, come on, uncle." He begged, turning himself upside-down and craning his neck at ninety degrees. "I just dropped in to say hi."