MorMor: A sprinkle of Westwood Suits & Sniper Rifles.

A Christmas Surprise

(when you don't like christmas and you just sit around like^^)

Seb's P.O.V:

A soft dim glow filled the living room as a warm crackling fire burned peacefully, causing shadows to dance around eachother across the bird wallpaper walls. I looked over at my little brother, a wide smile on my face as he ripped red wrapping paper furiously off his present to reveal a encyclopaedia all about ww1 planes. It was all I could do but not roll my eyes at how excited my 6 year old brother was at a present as lame as that. I mean, what kinda kid gets so happy about some dumb book? It wasn't even a story book. Just one about planes facts! So boring! This kid was such a smart weirdo. His golden curls bounced up and down as he jumped for joy, his thick rimmed glasses sliding down his nose. I loved him...

"Seb! Seb say cheese!" 

A flash went off as I turned to see my mother with her fancy old camera. My mother had always been a sucker for vintage style, with her old fashioned floral dresses that only she could pull off. I pulled a face at her which she happily pulled back, sticking her tongue out. She'd always been so childish and full of life, something I'd be eternally grateful for. Her laughter filled the room like sweet music as my little curly haired brother began to read out plane facts to nobody in particular. His soft hazel eyes shone just like my mother's, who also shared the golden curls. I looked down, a small sad smile on my face. Obviously I had to look just like my father, with our cold icy blue eyes and dirty brown hair. I hated him. He did nothing but work and didn't give two damns about anyone else. But I wouldn't let him bring my spirits down...Not today. I would never be like him. Never! I had to look out for my little brother and my mother! I'd never leave them. 

I stood up, putting on the biggest smile I could as I walked over and listened to El's plane facts. My mother's dimples popped as she wrapped an arm lovingly round my shoulders. 

"Merry Christmas, my dearest Sebastian." 

"Merry Christmas mum." I smiled up at her happily. No. I'd never be like my father. I'll never hurt anybody as long as I live. 

"Hey Seb come and look out the window!" Eliot called from the windowsill and I ran over, gasping. Soft white snow rained down from the sky and my mother squealed with delight. 

"It's a real white Christmas!" 

"Yes, it is." I smiled as we all sat by the window and watched the white winterland form outside. I had no idea this would be one of my last happy memories with us all together. In some ways, that's why it's so special. 

A door slammed and I burst awake, one hand reaching for my gun whilst the other pulled Bella to my chest protectively. I hadn't remembered falling asleep but I'd ended up on the couch with Belladonna sleeping on my lap. Jim's smug face came into view and I sighed irritably, setting my gun back down underneath the couch. 

"Hello Sebby." Jim grinned, perching on the couch next to me after neatly placing his shoes down on the floor. "Have a nice sleep?"

I shrugged, lying back down on the couch as the memories came flooding back again. Fuck me. Eliot must be making my mind remember shit I suppressed long ago. Speaking of...

"Where's Eliot?" 

"Hm?" He blinked looking up at me. Jim? Distracted? Wow something must be on his mind... "-Oh yes. He's taking a quick shower." 

"James." I looked up at him, watching his face carefully. He slowly looked over at me, plastering a fake smile on his face. 

"Yes Sebby?"