Hello guys! Since the holidays are here and my house is filled with the smell of my baking and sound of our christmas movies, I decided to do a story based of my little sister and my favorite christmas movie Krampus. Probably a little weird but we lived in Germany most of our lives, so we're used to seeing him running in fausching parades back home and we both love his little minions in the movie. I hope you guys like it.

1.

He's always been with me, ever since I was a child. When my parents would close the door, after tucking me in he and his little helpers would appear and play with me throughout the night. His large, looming figure letting me sit in his lap as the little gingerbread men and teddy bears danced and put on a show for me. I would laugh and clap as they fell over each other and started fighting, trying to bite each other. I would look up and peer into his orange goat-like eyes and he would smile down at me and tap the top of my nose with one of his long claws.

This went on until I was about six and then he said he had to go away for a long time.

"But why," I had asked from my bed, holding on to one of the teddy bears, that I named Snappy to me. It whined into my neck and held onto to me tight. "Why do you have to leave, can't I come with you"?

He chuckled and brushed a claw against the side of my plump cheek.

"My companion believes that it is not safe for us to be so close," he said in a low, hollow voice. I huffed and pulled back the pink bonnet my mom made me wear for my curly hair.

"I think he's just jealous that he doesn't have any friends," I said. Of course I didn't know at the time that Krampus was talking about the most loved man in the world, that delivered gifts all over the world. He chuckled and patted my leg above my covers.

"You'd be surprised by how wrong you are and besides, I will return for you," he said. I whined and bounced a little on my bum.

"But when, what if you forget about me," I asked with worry. I didn't want my friend to leave me alone. Mommy and daddy had been arguing a lot more these days and him coming to see me always made me happy. He gave me a sad smile and reached inside one of his sleeves and brought out a small bell on a dark red ribbon.

"I could never forget about you," he said with a sad smile. He turned the bell around and could see his name written in really pretty writing. I was still in awe as he reached behind me and tied the necklace around my neck. When it was secured he came back in front of me and tapped the bell, making it ring.

"This bell will ring when I return to you, only then will you hear its sound again," he said in a sad tone. I looked up from the bell and stood up on my knees and put my arms around my large friend. He sighed and wrapped his arms carefully around me and hugged me back.

"I will miss you," I said through tears. He took the back of his claws and brushed away the tear that was trying to fall down my cheek.

"I will miss you as well, never take this off do you understand? It will always guide you back to me when the time is right," he said. I nodded my head, letting him know I understood.

"I promise, I'll never take it off," I whispered. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my temple and held it.

"Ich liebe dich mein kleiner Ingwerplätzchen ( I love you my little ginger cookie)," he said, his lips brushing against my temple. I knew some of the words like ginger cookie, he said my skin reminded him of a freshly baked gingersnap. I didn't understand everything else though.

"What does that mean," I asked. He just moved back from my head and chuckled down at me as he rubbed my back. Suddenly, a brisk wind came from the fireplace in my room that made Krampus look back at it and groan, before looking back at me.

"I must go now, my little one," he said. He slowly released me and made his way to the fireplace in my room, the teddy bear runs after him and gives me one more sad look. I run out of my bed and grab the back of his robes, he turns around and looks down at me as fat tears roll down my face.

"Are you really going to come back," I whispered. Take me with you, I wanted to ask him. I hated hearing mommy and daddy fight all the time and they were talking about moving us to a new state. What if he couldn't find me? He put his large hand on my shoulder and gave me a soft squeeze. His hand moved down to my arm and pointed to a weird birthmark I had on my forearm. It was the shape of a hoof print and I always joked that it was his! He told me when we first met that the mark made me very special and almost looked like he was going to cry when he first saw it.

"I promise, I will come back for you someday. Now get into bed, it is late," he said pointing to my bed. I gave him one more teary gaze before nodding my head and running back into my bed. As I tucked myself in he looked over at me and gave me a small smile before walking over to my fireplace and was sucked up inside and out of my life. I laid my head down on my pillow and wiped away the last of my tears, hoping that the someday he was talking about would come.

Krampus

I sat in top of Constance's house, thinking about what I had just done. I didn't have the heart to tell her, but it would be years before we would see each other face to face again.

"It is for the best, my friend," a deep and mighty voice said behind me, Nicholas. I turned away from him and jumped off the side of the roof but he just followed me as I made my way to my sled. "I know that it seems unfair-"

"No, it's cruel, heartless is the better word for it," I said, turning back to him and seeing the guilt written on his face.

"It can not be avoided," he said lowly.

"You would not be saying the same thing if it was Jessica," I said, turning away from him again. My arm was caught and I was whirled around to look back at Nicholas, he pointed a finger to my face as he looked me in the eye.

"You know that is not true Krampus, if it had been the same situation then I would've waited until the end of time for Jessica. But Constance is still a child, you must be patient," he tried to reason. I knew Constance was a child, I had met her when she was only four for God sakes!

"Is that what this about, you think I can't control my urges around her," I sneered in disgust. "I don't even think about her in that way, I just want to protect her and make her happy. You see how unhappy she is with her parents".

I wish he could understand how this was destroying me inside. I loved Constance and wanted nothing from her but her happiness at this point. Nicholas sighed and placed a hand on one of my furry shoulders.

"I promise you my old friend everything will work itself out. You can still watch over her in the years to come and when the time is right, you will both be together again and the wait will be worth it," he said, looking deep into my eyes and trying to reassure me. I sighed and looked back at the house that held my heart.

"Do you really think that is true," I asked softly. I heard a deep chuckle from Nicholas that made me look up into his eyes with hope.

"I know it so, now come we must prepare for the upcoming year. The lists won't make themselves," he said before giving me one more pat on the shoulder and making his way over to his slay. I mournfully looked back at Constance's house, imagining her snuggled up in her bed with her teddy bear and caressing the little bell I gave her. I turned away and walked over to my sled, caressing the head of one of the yule goats head as I passed by and sat in my seat. I tried not to look at her house as I cracked the reins and whizzed by her house, behind Nicholas's sleigh.

"We will be together again soon Constance, please do not forget me," I whispered to myself as the gateway of snow opened up and we ran straight into it,

Eleven Years Later: Constance

I looked out the window as the car drove past the white world outside. It was a week before Christmas and we were on our way to visit both sets of my grandparents at our family cottage, up state. They were the only good thing about my parents marriage, since honestly all they did was argue and try to beat the shit out of each other, like right now. I looked towards the front of the car where my parents were "discussing" how my dad hated the idea about going up to the cottage this year.

I rolled my eyes and looked back out the window and grabbed the small bell around my neck and rolled it around my fingers. Was it all a dream, my imagination, would he ever come back? For years I had wondered if the memories of a large creature were real or not. If I was just going crazy over my wild imagination as a kid but it never added up. The bell I had always worn that my parents couldn't explain, sometimes seeing shadows shuffle around my bed or even the small gifts that would appear in my room on Christmas day, when I was absolutely alone.

You would think that I would be afraid but if anything I was curious. If I wasn't going crazy and my memories weren't just illusions, he said he was coming back didn't he?

"Rick, can you just act like you're excited that we're all going to be spending time together this Christmas," my mom's voice screeched out from the front of the car, I just closed my eyes and tried to block them out.

"Jeez Rashida, just leave it the fuck alone," my dad groaned out. Yes, please do, I thought to myself.

"No Rick, our parents have taken the time out of their busy schedules for us all to spend the holidays together and you're being nothing but as ass since we got on the road," my mom said. Oh boy here we go. Mom always started these arguments with dad, asking about things she never really wanted the answer to and then getting hurt by the truth.

"Leave me alone Shida, you wanted this years Christmas to be this way and now you're getting it so leave me alone," dad said. Yes, please leave him alone.

"I wanted this? Rick our parents wanted this too. Constance hasn't seen her either of her grandparents in almost three years because you refuse to drive to either of them for the holidays," my mom tried to whisper the part that pertained to me but, of course I heard everything. I hated when they tried to use me as an excuse to do something. I spoke on the phone with both sets of my grandparents on the phone almost every week, Hell my mom's parents freaked out everytime I didn't answer after four rings because they think my dad has killed us.

"Maybe because for twenty years us visiting either of our parents mean I have to be drilled for hours about how horrible husband I am, even though you won't leave," my dad said. I looked up at them and wondered what happened to the perfect coco skinned couple that I saw in pictures around our house (well before dad threw most of them out). Were they ever really happy? My mom's frantic eyes looked back at me, trying to see if I heard but I gave no indication that I did.

"No one would say you're a bad husband, if you did the things a husband and father are supposed to do," she said.

"Oh you mean like Dwyane," my dad asked, making me and my mom's head turn, Dwyane?

"What are you talking about Rick," my mom asked. My dad didn't even take his eyes off the road as he chuckled and shook his head.

"I know that Dwayne's been coming by to drop off my "paperwork" for the special project we've been working on," he said in a quiet voice. My mom shrugged her shoulders and looked back at me, I don't know why though.

"What are you trying to get at Rick, I don't have time for these games," she said. My dad slammed down on the breaks, making my head hit the chair in front of me since I was leaning forward in my seat to hear more details. I groaned and rubbed where I had hit my forehead as the sound of shrieking hit me, like a ton of bricks. My head whipped up from its down position and looked in the front of the car to see my parents grabbing and clawing at each other.

My dad was trying to get a hold of my mom's neck but her her long hair kept getting in the way of his grip. I unbuckled my seatbelt and jumped up, trying to get my dad off of my mom.

"Dad stop," I yelled out. He just yelled out and reared a hand back and slapped me across the cheek. I fell back and held onto my burning cheek.

"Constance," my mom yelled out and tried to reach out for me. "How fucking dare you"?

"No, how dare you bring a man into our house and fuck him? In my fucking house Rashida," he yelled out as he threw punches at her head. My mom yelled out and gave him a good push off her and stared at him through the messy curtain of hair. She slowly started to smile through her panting and gave my dad another push.

"Because I fucking could Rick! Maybe if you gave me a good fuck once and awhile then Dwyane wouldn't have to come over and fuck me in the kitchen," she yelled out. Hey, I ate in that kitchen you know? I gasped as I looked at my dad's grief stricken face and my mom's smiling one. My dad wiped his eyes as he tried to catch his breath.

"So...you've just been fucking that piece of shit…..in our home….like some fucking whore on the street." he asked, his bottom lip trembling. My mom chuckled and brushed some of her hair away from her face. Oh boy, this may not be good.

"For the past three years," she said confidently. Wow!

"And….the baby...when you miscarried," he whimpered. Baby, there was a baby in the picture at one point? Jeez these people tell me nothing and we live in the same damn house! Mom let out another little laugh and slapped her thigh.

"You had to be an idiot to really think that the baby could've been yours, when you've hardly touched me in five years," my mom yelled. I looked between my parents, trying to figure out what their next move would be. "And since you didn't want to wait for this after Christmas and do this in front our daughter, I wanted to let you know that I want a divorce".

I heard my dad make a sound between a sob and a gasp, my mom turned back to me and reached out to touch my sore cheek.

"And Constance baby you can come with me, I know I should've done this before but mommy thought she was doing what was best for us," she said and turned back to my dad. "She turns eighteen in a few monthes and you and I already know that schools have been reaching out Rick, I know you've been hiding the letters when the mail comes in and I'm not having you trap her like you trapped me"!

I started to feel dizzy as I sat there and listened to everything that my mom said. I had letters coming in from schools already, dad was hiding them? I was going to be a big sister at one point? My eyes went over to my dad who was wiping his face now and not looking at practically anything.

"So, you want to leave Rashida," he asked. My mom turned back to him and sneered at him.

"Yes Rick and you're not going to stop me this time," she said. He nodded again and unbuckled his seatbelt.

"Oh I'm not going to stop you," he said reaching across my mom and opening the glove department. What is he doing, I wondered and mom must've been asking herself the same thing as her hand left my cheek and more of her attention was brought onto dad.

"Rick what are you doing," she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

"You can leave right now for all I care," he said taking his hand out the compartment and coming back out with a gun. Me and my mom screamed out as my dad got a crazy look in his eyes and pressed the gun to my mom's stomach as she tried to reason with him. He pushed a finger to his lips and shushed her. "You evil bitch, I've wanted a divorce for years but you kept telling me that we could work it out and you're telling me that you've been fucking my partner"!?

My mom whimpered and tried to open her mouth again but before she could there was a loud bang and the color red showered the car. I let out a scream as red peppered my vision and had to blink rapidly to keep the blood out. I looked up to see my dad breathing hard as he leaned over my mom's limp body, soon his gaze turned towards me and the angry look he had on his face dropped and a look of panic and desperation washed over him.

His grip on the gun didn't lesson as he looked over at me and I started to feel the need to run. I looked over at the door handle and didn't even think twice as I reached for it and lunged out the door.

"Constance," my dad was already trying to get out his side of the car as I fell to the ground and scrambled to get up and run. We were halfway up to the cottage and all that surrounded us were fields and trees that went on for miles, until we got to the town before the cottage. I was completely on my own, I could hear my dad panting behind me as he ran behind me. My chest burned as I trudged through the snow and tried not to look back, how did I end up with the two biggest fuck ups for parents and why couldn't they just kill each other and leave me out of it?

I screamed out as something buzzed by my head and I fell to the ground. I screamed out as I tried to turn over but felt a burning on the top of my shoulder, he had shot me, my dad had shot me! "Are you even mine Constance," he suddenly asked me.

I jerked my head up and saw him standing over me, the gun still in his hand. He looked like he was crying and refused to look at me. "I mean I know me and your mom had our problems but to fuck around on me..it's too much".

He had snapped, there was probably no talking him out of trying to kill me because dammit, that's what looked like was going to happen!

"Dad-," I tried to started, but he pointed the gun at me and shut me right up.

"Don't say anything Constance, you look just like your mother and that's not what I want to be thinking in these last moments," he said, looking down the gun at me. Funny, everyone always said that I looked like him. So this is it, I'm going to die, with my dad trying to make himself the victim no less! I turned my head away, too afraid to look my death in the face, when I heard it...the sound of a bell. I wanted to roll my eyes, if it wasn't for the gun to my head. Come on Constance, this was not the time to be letting out imagination get to us, we're about to die or at least that is what I thought.

My dad was suddenly sucked down into the Earth and I was left gaping at a hole that held his I could really wrap my head around the fact that my dad just went into the ground like a mole, when I was suddenly surrounded by little people. I let out a scream as these small people in heavy furs and strangely carved mask swarmed me and started touching me. But the touches weren't painful, they were actually soft, they were like caresses. I slowly uncovered my eyes, seeing know that these weren't little people and I honestly couldn't say what they were. Their faces were like wooden mask, each carved with a different expression. Some even had horns while others didn't and some looked more human ,than the others

They seemed to get happy as I sat up and took them in fully, clapping their hands and jumping when I didn't scream again. I have seen these creatures before, but where? They started brushing my braids out my face and dusting the snow off me, I winced when they brushed past the wound on my shoulder and they growled at each other in a strange language and one with a devil mask handed another with a female face mask a small bottle, that they poured over my shoulder. It was nice and warm and made me sigh as they poured it over.

"I've seen you before, but where," I whispered as I felt myself shiver. I must be running out of adrenaline because I felt like I could sleep for a week. They made purring noises at me and I was suddenly brought a dark red blanket with black fur trimming around me, I was so tired and cold. I paid no attention to the loud thud or even the snow that dropped from the branches of the tree above me as one of the masked creatures tried to wake me up rubbed my cheeks with little soft hands to keep me awake. I paid no mind and smiled and let myself snuggle into one of them that was rubbing up and down my arms, trying to keep me warm.

The little growls started to soften though and I could hear the sound of heavy footsteps in front of me. I kept my eyes closed and turned my head away from the sound and the cold, hearing the sound of the bell again, he's not coming stop thinking he is. I let out a trembling breath as I felt something long and smooth roll down the side of my face, it turned into the feeling of calloused skin against my cheek.

"Constance, you're really here," a voice said, a voice I recognized! I finally opened my eyes and looked up and finally saw him, he looked just as he did the day he left. I felt my eyes cloud over as I looked up at his tall, looming figure and saw him smiling down at me.

"Y-you're really h-he..re," I whispered, a tear rolling down my cheek as my vision started to darken and everything went black.

Hope you guys liked the first chapter!