Santa's Slay [Sleepy Hollow #Fanficfriday #Holiday]

Don't Shoot Me, Santa

"Okay demon possession--check."

"Well, it is fairly obvious that he isn't possessed by the spirit of Christmas," snapped Ichabod as he gathered his wits. Abbie rolled her eyes.

The Mills sisters and Ichabod stood outside of the barred doors of the stable, quite disturbed.

And with good reason.

Dealing with a middle aged vomit smelling Santa Claus with a miserable attitude was enough of a hassle during the holidays. Dealing with one being worn as a demon meatsuit was another beast entirely.

"Alright, demon Santa--Santas, pardon me. A bit different from our usual fare but nothing we are not equipped to handle."

"WE ARE MANY, WE ARE LEGION. OUR MASTER SHALL RISE AGAIN. WE SHALL DELIVER YOUR SOULS TO HIM!"

The stable doors shuddered and the clouds churned overhead. The demon Santa Claus had been making threats for the past five minutes. However,the team had a long list of enemies. Crazy Claus was going to have to take a number.

"One of the workers here in the village mentioned a man named Rick. The one that you attacked. He was one of the first Santas to show signs of possession." Abbie mused,  glancing back toward the stable.

"If you're wondering if our friend in there is Mr. Rick, unfortunately no he's not." Jenny swung her machete up, shouldering to it. "He got away. Although, I'm sure he's in need of some serious medical attention after our brief conversation."

And by conversation, she meant a lot of hacking and slashing.

"Then we need to find him, retrace his steps. Find out if we're dealing with the Shadows of Darkness or some other lesser demon of Moloch," Abbie replied.

The Prince of Darkness, Harbinger of the Apocalypse and all around pain in the ass had been beaten months ago but was somehow still finding ways to get on their nerves.

"The good news is we have Benjamin Franklin's lantern in our arsenal," Jenny said, referring to a certain McGuffin that would have been incredibly convenient right then, considering the artifact removed evil spirits from their vessels and sent them back from whence they came.

"The bad news is it is presently located back at the archives. And time is something that we cannot afford to expend."

Abbie scowled. "No, you're right. Wasting time now isn't an option. Jenny, what do you have in you car?"

Jenny snorted."What don't I have?"

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Most of the village had been cleared but there were still a few security guards and workers milling about as well as teenagers hanging around, causing wanton mischief.

Jenny popped the trunk to her car and a number of takeout cartons spilled out. Shrugging dismissively, she hoisted up a duffle bag, pulling out a shotgun and handing it over to Ichabod.

"Merry Christmas."

"Indeed," he replied, stroking the double barrel. "If our enemy Moloch believes he can send his minions to ruin Christmas, he is sorely mistaken."

"Having a change of heart then, Scrooge?"

Ichabod tugged on the hem of his sweater and straightened his coat, raising an eyebrow at Abbie.

"I will defend this holiday with my life."

All of their heads snapped up at the sound of a blood curdling shriek for help in the distance.

"Yeah? Well, here's your chance, Crane." As she ran after Ichabod who had fled like a wild giraffe, Abbie called to Jenny. "Find the first, find Rick!"