A Monst3rs Christmas Special

A Monst3rs Christmas Special

          I didn’t know how I was going to do it, but I needed to ensure that none of my story characters were going to die on Christmas Eve.1

            “Emily!” I shouted, staring at the sickly coloured girl across the room. She was half bent over Jagger, her mouth wide open as she groaned. Drool was dripping from the corner of her mouth and I cringed. “Don’t eat your brother!”

            As if just realizing it, Jagger quickly spun around to face her just as Emily straightened up, rolling her undead eyes and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

            “Sheesh, I was just kidding,” she replied as Jocelyn walked by, noticing the mess of black hair on Emily.

            “We should brush that.” She picked up a piece and flinched back suddenly, as if it burned her. “Is that blood?”

            Emily shrugged as I a burst of air rushed past me and I had to spin around to catch the person before they flew away.

            “Danny!” I chased after him as he flew into the other room, his angel wings creating huge gusts of wind inside the party. A few of my story characters looked up as he passed but others ignored it, already used to the craziness that came with a night full of merging stories. When I caught up with him he was flying by a chandelier, hovering in the air. “Are you the one lighting all the candles?”

            He looked sheepish, running his fingers through his hair. “Uh, maybe?”

            “Is that a question?”

            “No?”

            I raised my eyebrows. “I created you. Now go blow them all out before you or Aiden catch your wings on fire.”

            “You also killed me,” he smirked.

            I waved the comment off. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just do it and I’ll let you make as big of a bonfire as you want out back. Deal?”

            “Deal.”

            Speaking of Aiden, I didn’t have a chance to talk to him. He was huddled in the corner on the couch with Katie, both snuggling and whispering sweet nothings to each other. As much I wanted to welcome both of them to the party, I didn’t have the heart to break up their love, even if for a few moments. They deserved their time together because I was partly – okay, completely – responsible for ripping them apart.

            Oops.

            “Lindsay.” Someone grabbed my arm and I twisted to see Stevie. Next to her was Belle, even prettier in her angel wings as she huddled next to her big sister. “What is he doing here?” She jutted her thumb behind her and I noticed her father socializing with Silas Hastings and Vince. Angel wings did not suit them.

            I shrugged, as if to say what can you do. “I don’t discriminate.”

            “But I do.” Sloane and Bullet came up to us and pointed her gun towards the other group. “Want me to take care of him for you, Stevie?”

            She seemed to think about it but I pushed the barrel of the gun away. “No fighting. Just this one night of peace.”

            Sloane frowned. “Then why did I bring my gun?”