Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters portrayed in this fiction. I own nothing but the plot. Please enjoy, and I hope you like it!

AN: This fanfiction doesn't really tie in with the book's main plot line, but I will try to stick to it as much as possible.

Chapter 1

Well I'm in one hell of a weird situation. Between an evil jar of peanut butter, a sex crazy cat goddess, and a couple demons, you get one hell of a Christmas. But I suppose I'll start at the beginning. Not too long ago, me and Sadie were sitting on Amos's couch watching, T.V. "Hey Carter." Sadie spoke across the room, never taking her eyes off the screen. I halfheartedly responded, "What?"

"Get me a coke." She spoke in a bored monotone. She sounded like this a lot, now that we weren't being chased by Set and monsters and all. I didn't respond, and, call me a wishful thinker, hoped she would leave me alone. Sadie drew out her pleas, a lot like a small child would when they want to stop for ice cream, "Carter…?"

After having sat through the torture, I groaned in displeasure as I half stood half fell out of my seat. As I walked into the kitchen, I passed Khufu and Amos playing what looked like an intense game of chess, and it seemed that Amos was losing. "You are one lucky monkey my friend," Amos said in good humor.

"Agh." Khufu grunted response.

Amos got a hurt look on his face, "I'll have you know I won 3rd place in my 6th grade chess club, thank you very much." I shared a silent laugh with myself, and continued on to the kitchen.

I began to wonder where Bast had gotten off to when my thoughts were drawn to the figure above me. I looked at the fridge, and saw Bast, Friskies in hand [and mouth], perched atop the refrigerator. I looked up at her questioningly, and went to draw her attention, "Bast?

I don't think she expected anyone to see her because she quickly attempted to hide the half empty can, spilling the fishy smelling sludge down the side of the fridge, and knocked her head [quite hard] on a shelf as she tried to straighten up. "Carter!"

I chuckled under my breath, " What are you doing up there?" I spoke with a smile on my face and gestured at the refrigerator.

"Oh! I, was... ummm," She stuttered awkwardly, furthering my amusement.

Before I responded, I noticed she had gone silent, and was looking at me strangely. Before I could think about it too hard, Sadie yelled for her soda from the living room. I gestured to the box of Coke next to Bast, "Could you toss me one of those?"

I had brushed the look she was giving me aside by now. She responded quickly, brushing some stray hair behind her ear, "Yes of course," I caught the can of soda, and walked out of the kitchen, "Thanks."

"Hey!" I grabbed Sadie's attention and tossed her the can. My efforts awarded me a rare thank you, and I sat down and continued to watch Sherlock Holmes with my slightly psychotic sister. After maybe 5 minutes of watching Holmes be brilliant, I felt... like I was... being watched. I turned in my seat, trying find the source of the unnerving feeling. After being unable to figure out who or what was watching me, I decided to go to bed early, maybe sleep would let me avoid this it. I told Sadie goodnight, grabbed a couple strips of bacon, I noted with mild interest that Bast was gone, and walked up to my room.

I lay in my bed, struggling to sleep, but no amount of tossing or turning could get me a wink, or shake that feeling. Then I heard the footsteps. At first I thought Sadie was going to her room, but then they stopped at my door. The mystery person knocked, and I could see them shifting from foot to foot as if they were growing impatient. "Who is it?"

Bast's voice replied, "It's me Carter! Might I come in?"

I had no clue why Bast would visit me, but I saw no reason to not let her in, I guess it's true what they say. Hind sight is 20/20, "Um, sure."