He's waiting for you. He lurks while you party, he lurks waiting patiently, patiently for his meal. Will you be his next victim? Or will you keep your shoes on?

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Fifteen year old Elizabeth attempts to solve the mystery of a cat that might not really be a cat.

Victor holds hazels cold pail body as the two lay in the snow bleeding in pain and with each other. Before anything else, victor coughed up all the blood and laid next to hazels dying body, "v victor" "shhh I it's alright" he pulled her closer and in his arms. Victor lifted her chin their looking at each other, he leaned in and kissed her red soft lips. Hazel tased the blood in his mouth and died in his arms, "I I love you h hazel," he kissed her lips agin then laid his head in the snow, he felt the cold numb his stab sound, "Happy Christmas my darling snow angel"