A/N: Here's a story that's been nagging at my brain after listening to Carol of the Bells (great song by the way), and I finally decided to go ahead and write it. Hopefully you guys will enjoy this little tale I've cooked up, enjoy! I'm just saying that I love feedback, and that it's more than welcome. And just in case your wondering this story will actually wrap up on Christmas Eve.


A Very Whitechapel Christmas

Chapter 1: Bringer of the Coal

2nd December 2012

The hunched figure trudged through the falling snow at a steady and brisk pace; this was nothing new to him. He was wearing a light gray jacket, and black scarf wrapped tightly around his neck and head. The figure refused to look up, he wanted his first glimpse of the city to have an impact. After all it would never be the same once he left. He came to the edge of the cliff and finally looked up-below him Whitechapel was glowing in the night.

He stood up straight for a better view and as he did two large black wings emerged from his back. The city was going to learn the meaning of disappointment this year, what it meant to be forgotten. The wings arched back and in one fluid motion the figure took off into the sky. Whitechapel was going to experience it's worst Christmas ever.


Ethan unpacked the decorations from the box one by one, if there was one thing he loved about the holidays it was the decorations. Everything seemed so much more friendly and alive, and as an added plus this year was it was his first one with Sarah around. If Ethan had his way it was also going to be one of the best ones yet. Secretly he was hoping to catch her under a mistletoe at one point or another, and with a full twenty-three days ahead of them before Christmas what could go wrong?

Fate answered his question as he picked up another ornament.

Black feathers were falling from the sky, they were filled with pain, misery and above all else a sadness that couldn't be measured. Ethan watched as Christmas trees were set ablaze, presents smashed, and anguish howls of children as they woke to chaos and destruction. Christmas Eve, and standing upon the Whitechapel Church was a shadowy figures with large black wings. Whoever it was stood tall and worst of all laughed at the scene before it.

When the vision was over Ethan looked around, no one but Jane seemed to notice his sudden change in expression.

"What's the matter?" whispered Jane.

"I'm not sure," answered Ethan as he looked at his reflection in the ornament. "I think something is going to try and ruin Christmas. I'll be right back."

"Ethan we aren't done yet!" said Samantha as she looked at him. "Where do you have to go off to so fast?"

"No where," said Ethan trying to think of an excuse. "I just need to call some friends about some homework."

"You're going to call Benny asking about homework?" asked Ross with a look of disbelief on his face. "I never thought I see the day when you needed to ask Benny for homework."

"I bet he's gonna call Sarah," said Jane with a smile on her face.

"I am not," said Ethan blushing as he ran up the stairs. Once safely in his room he opened his cell phone and texted each of his friends.

Had a vision. Something is coming, more info tomorrow.


3rd December 2012

Ethan waited for all his friends to sit down at the table before going into detail about his vision. Once he was done each person held a different look on their face. Sarah and Benny both had looks of determination; Erica held a look of indifference, and Rory confusion.

"Who cares," said Erica as she stood up. "I thought this was important, so one holiday is ruined, they'll have a dozen more in this lifetime."

"Really?" asked Sarah as she looked at her. "That's your answer?"

She shrugged her shoulders and walked away. It was Benny who spoke next.

"I thought Erica was a big fan of Christmas. I remember before she was bitten how she used to wear the hats and sweaters. I mean I love the holidays, but she always took it to the next level."

"She did," said Sarah. "I don't know why, I think it has to do with her being vampire. Guess she just realized it isn't as glamorous as she thought."

"I'll say," said Rory. "My mom wanted to take holiday photos and I had to think of every excuse in the book not to. You have no idea how hard it is to avoid family when they're crazy about the holidays."

"So what exactly do we have to be on the lookout for?" asked Benny.

"A person with dark black wings," said Ethan as he bit his lip. "I didn't really get a good view of them; all I know is that whatever it's planning is going to happen on Christmas Eve."

"So then we have until then to stop it!" said Sarah with confidence.

"If this thing thinks he's going to stop Santa from coming to my house then it's got another thing coming!" said Rory.

"You still believe in Santa?"

"No," said Rory without much confidence.

"Dude," said Benny. "I don't even believe in Santa and I believe in everything."

"I'm going to prove to you all that he does exist, just you wait!" With that he was gone.

"So we keep our eyes open for anything out of the ordinary," said Ethan. "If we notice anything unusual at all we'll tell each other right away."

"Like that?"

Ethan turned around and watched as a new kid walked through the cafeteria. His hair was black, and he had dark circles under his eyes. A black scarf was wrapped tightly around his neck, but most unusual was the light grey jacket he wore indoors.

"How is he not dying of heat stroke?" asked Benny.

"Who is that?" asked Ethan

"New kid," offered Sarah. "I saw him in the principal's office this morning."

Ethan locked eyes with the boy, and for a moment time seemed to stop. The boy gave Ethan a crazed smile. No one else seemed to notice it and before Ethan could mention anything the kid was gone. On the table in front of them lay a single black feather, its message was loud and clear.

"He's challenging us," whispered Ethan as he picked it up. "He wants us to try and stop him."

The group looked at one another; no one had ever declared open war on them like this before. They shivered as a chill suddenly ran through the cafeteria. Outside the boy took to the air, he was laughing.