Keziah: So this is my random poem version of what happened on Christmas Eve in our Mayhem at Hogwarts story. Aaliya had absolutely nothing to do with this...
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Negima...if I did, I wouldn't have written this crappy poem...oh...and I don't own The Night Before Christmas poem either...
Mayhem the Night Before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the castle,
Not a person was stirring but this vampire's vassal.
His master had bid him to do as she required,
No matter that he was quite clearly tired.
He was to go and search low and high,
And find someone that she could suck dry.
The students, he knew, were all fast asleep,
And not even Eva could enter their keep.
He knew that this did not make her happy,
For despite her hunger her thoughts were sappy.
If she didn't feed soon, she'd have but one choice left,
And after her promise, it would be theft.
She could not drink from her Boya or he would be high,
And she would not be able to look him in the eye.
She had promised that she would be no danger
To anyone there, not even a stranger.
So she would have to wait for Negi to come
With one that she was able to drink from.
And come he did, with a red-headed twin,
Who offered her a drink with a twinkling grin.
As fast as she could, she took a gulp of his blood
And nothing could be done to stem the flood.
The flood of emotions for her favorite slave,
Who knew what to do to stop her crave.
Her crave for blood, which she could not drink from him,
Or he would obey her most ridiculous whim.
That was not something she wished on this boy
The only one she did not think of as a toy.
She loved him dearly, this she knew,
If only he held her in the same loving view.
El Fin de la Poema