I don't own Night World.
Heh... Life's been hectic recently, 'kay? I meant to upload this next Christmas, but we can still get into the Christmassy mood in May, right? I know I can! Just look out the window and pretend there's snow, and get some cinnamon and chuck it around your room, and bam! Christmassy ^_^ And actually, I'm going to be really cheeky and ask y'all to look at a webshow that a few friends and I did. It's the first one, but there are gonna be more. We planned loads for Amy to do... Mwa ha ha... Here's the html! .com/watch?v=0TSTNH0zEYc
How to Burn a House
Ugh. Not again.
These books were always impossible to read. I'd tried more than a hundred times. How was it that humans could understand? I mean, they were just...
Don't talk down to humans. Your Soulmate is one.
Well, half of one. She was just on the borderline of being an idiot. Full humans? Full idiots. The clue was in the name.
But even this was more stupid than usual. Jez had this fantastic idea (more proof that she was an idiot) to invite her aunt, uncle, and cousins. Who were all full idiots. Also, another fantastic idea. I should help cook!
I, being more of an idiot than my vampire heritage should allow, thought that it would be simple. Jez said that as soon as she got back from Christmas shopping with Claire, she would help. She'd done most of the dinner.
Although, to my defence, I did try to talk my way out of it. It wasn't my fault that Jez looked at me with those big blue eyes in a way that made me shiver. She obviously had the upper-hand in our relationship. All she had to do was kiss me and I couldn't refuse her for anything.
Whoever invented this terrible language where beating wasn't beating should be hung. Painfully.
I sighed in annoyance and looked at the list that Jez had left me.
Put turkey in oven at gas mark 4.
Gas mark 4? What the heck is gas mark 4?
Oh. It's on the dial on the oven.
I opened the oven door and shoved it in before turning the dial to gas mark 4, then turned back to the list. This wasn't so hard after all. Maybe they'd all be like that.
Finish making Christmas pudding (pg. 65). Mix is on side.
Oh, darn it. I was going to kill her when she came home.
I looked at the bookcase on the other wall with a few recipe books on the middle shelf. I got the Christmas one, almost retching when I saw how cheery and bright it was, and turned to page 65. It didn't seem too difficult. Jez must have done most of it yesterday. All I needed to do was pour some alcoholic drink on and set it... on fire?
I blinked and re-read it. Uh-huh. That's what it said.
Well, okay.
I poured some brandy over it and then got the blow torch from the fire-place. I turned the dial then put it onto the Christmas pudding, and jumped back as it became engulfed in blue flames.
Wow.
I turned the blow torch away. Apparently, vampires were full idiots too, because I forgot to turn it off.
The curtains erupted into flames.
"Oh crap," I said, frozen.
The curtains dropped onto the rest of the food that was laid out. I couldn't move, only watching as they burned to a crisp.
I heard the front door open. Jez must be back.
Oh, crap.