Hey guys! Merry Late Christmas, sorry for the delay of the story. But I hope you guys enjoy it. I do have to make a Disclaimer, I do not own the Witches of East End Series, that belongs to Melissa de la Cruz.

It was a cold December day, December 24 to be exact. The snow was at least foot deep, and was still lightly falling to the ground. Lights shimmered from every houses down each streets from either lights on the houses or inside from the Christmas tree. There was no exception in the Beauchamp house. However, instead of the house preparing for tomorrow's festivities, a few of the witches in this house were preparing for an event that will change their lives forever.

"So Freya, how about this design?" the black hair witch showed another dress to the older witch. This was the seventh design she showed the older witch that day.

"No, sorry Aria, I don't like the sleeves," Freya put down the drawing and gave her a sad look.

"Mmmh, Freya it is going to be cold. Are you sure you do not want sleeves?" the recently red hair woman said, still unsure about the witch's decision. "What is the matter Aria?" she could feel the younger witch stare at her.

"I'm sorry, but you seriously look like Willemijn Verkaik now. I mean, I totally agree that either you or Nyssa had to change something because it was getting too confusing to tell you two apart when you are next to her. But seriously, you look like that German actress," Aria exclaimed. She was right, Melena had to change her appearance. She could see that it bothered her granddaughter that she was compared to her. So she changed her hair color to red, made it wavier. She looked exactly the same as she did before she died. The reason she done this is for her daughter to know it was her, when they found her.

"Is that a bad thing?" Melena was confused. She had never heard of that lady before.

"No it's a good thing. Man, what I would had done to get a chance to meet her. Let alone design something for her. I don't think she would be as picky as some people," Aria looked up at Freya.

"Sorry, but I want to marry my soulmate once and I want to do it right," Aria shook her head and rolled her eyes. The witches heard the front door closed.

"I'm home," they could hear Nyssa calling out from the front of the house. Soon, they heard little feet running to the witch.

"Nyssa," a little girl screamed. The trio stepped out of the dining room just in time to see Maggie Cole jump into the brunette's arms. Ever since Wendy came back from the dead, Wendy's boyfriend, Tommy Cole was always with her. That meant Tommy's daughter, Maggie, would accompany them too, when it was her weekend to be with her father. They agreed not to tell Maggie about them being witches because it was a huge risk for even Tommy to know. If his daughter knew, they would be in greater danger.

"Hey Mags," the brunette hugged the little girl. If somebody didn't know any better, they would think that Nyssa and Maggie were sisters. Every chance Nyssa would get, she would be with Maggie. She was the baby sister she wasn't able to have.

"Guess what I got?" Nyssa pulled out a bag from the store. The little girl looked into the bag and her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Ornaments! And Paint! So we can help Santa!" the little girl exclaimed. Nyssa told Maggie earlier that week that Santa called her, saying that he needs help with making presents. She said Santa wanted them to make ornaments for Maggie's family. The little girl had been so excited all week to help Santa. She even volunteered to make an ornament for Wendy. In actuality, Tommy asked Nyssa if she could watch his daughter for a little while, while he and Wendy go Christmas shopping. She didn't mind, she liked hanging out with the little girl, and it was better than trying to plan out Freya's wedding.

"Awesome," Maggie said, as she pulled out glitter and stick on letters. "Mrs. Joanna, can we paint these?" she held out an ornament for the older witch to see. For some odd reason, Maggie had a tendency to use Mrs. when she was talking to Joanna, Wendy, or Melena; perhaps it was out of respect.

"Of course, just in the kitchen," Joanna said. The older witch did not mind the company. She was in the kitchen preparing Christmas dinner for tomorrow. Melena offered to help the older witch with the cooking earlier, but Joanna declined the offer. She preferred to work alone when it came to cooking. She wanted it to be perfect, especially since it will be their first Christmas as a whole family.

"Thank you," the little girl gave a toothy grin. "Come on Nyssa," Maggie tried to pull the older witch to the kitchen. "Christmas is tomorrow and Santa needs these ASAP."
"Or else Krampus will get you," Melena said.

"There's no such thing," the little girl put her hands on her hips. "My mommy said he's not real."

"Child, he is real. He is real as you or me," no one could tell if Melena was playing or was she serious about the creature, except Joanna.

"Nyssa," the child hugged the older girl's leg in fear.

"She was kidding Mags," the brunette looked down at the girl. "Krampus won't get you. I'll make sure of it," She reinsured the child. "Come on," she offered her and Maggie accepted it. "Let's make some ornaments," the little girl nodded her head and let them to the kitchen.

Melena took a big sigh, knowing that she missed up big time, with or without her granddaughter telling her. Out of the corner of her eyes, she can see Freya giving her a concerned look while Aria continued on about wedding plans. She gave her a small smile, telling her that she was all right. Sadly, she could clearly see Freya wasn't buying it. Then, suddenly, a phone started to ring. Both older woman looked at the younger witch. Sheepishly, Aria gave a 'sorry' look and grabbed her phone out of her purse.

"Hello," she said. The witches could hear that it was Derek, Aria's boyfriend, was on the other line, but could not make out what he was saying.

"No why?" the younger witch gave a confused look.

"What time is it?" she gave a concerned look. "SHOOT!" She screamed out and jumped out of her seat. This made the other two witches to jump out of their seat, but not as high as Aria. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" She started to grab her stuff and throwing it in her purse. Melena had to admit, it was a pretty big bag. She didn't understand why Aria loved it so much, it didn't have her name on it. It belonged to someone by the name of Michael Kors.

"We're going to be so late. I haven't finished packing yet," she started to run to the front door, without saying a word to the other two witches. Freya and Melena followed the witch to make sure the door was locked after Aria left. When Aria opened the door, she stopped suddenly. A young man in his early twenties, phone in hand, had his fist ready to knock on the door.

"You're here?" Aria was a little stunned.

"Yup. And all your stuff is in the car," he gave a sly grin.

"Is the straight iron is in the-"

"Yup."

"The curling iron-"

"Right next to the straight iron," he interrupted her again.

"And what about that green dress?"

"I wasn't sure which one you were talking about. Don't give me that face. But all your green dresses are in the car. Can we go babe? Its freezing out here," he rubbed his arms, trying to create some heat. Aria gave a small smile and gave him a hug.

"What would I do without you?"

"Right now, be a hot mess," he kissed her. "But you're my hot mess."

"You're mean," she playfully pushed him. "But too true," she kissed him back. "Freya," she turned back to the other witches. "Message me with anymore ideas and we will skype at seven New Orleans time," she said as she put her coat on. "I promise this will be the most amazing wedding. Bye guys," she gave the older witches a hug goodbye. "Bye Nyssa!" she yelled out to her best friend and slammed the door.

"Bye," the two witches turned to see the brunette stuck her head out of the kitchen to tell her best friend bye. Then went back making ornaments with Maggie. Melena had heard so much about New Orleans from Nyssa and Aria, she wanted to visit there one day, to see where these girls grew up. Melena was glad that Aria was going home for Christmas. She could tell she missed her mother, Selena. Melena was a little excited to see Selena again at Freya's wedding, they weren't close in Asgard, but it was good to see someone who was from there. She couldn't believe Freya and Balder, or Kilian in this life, would finally get married. She wished it wouldn't had taken over four hundred years, but after being together lifetime after lifetime proves that they were meant to be. She didn't understand why they wanted to have their wedding on New Year's, but it was their wedding.

"Okay what's wrong?" Freya asked when she knew that Nyssa was far enough not to hear them.

"What do you mean?" Melena asked as she walked back to the dining room.

"Look Melena," She stopped the woman. "I know I don't remember being your friend back in Asgard, but I trust my past self. And as my friend, I think there is something wrong. So spill," she put her hands on her hips.

"I am your friend?" Melena was in shock. Freya was a nice person by nature, usually. She didn't know that Freya still considered her as a friend still, even after all this time they haven't seen each other.

"Well yeah. I trust my past self's decisions and if we were friends back then, then I don't see why can't we be friends now," Freya walked the both of them to the living room and sat down on the couch.

"I would love that," Melena gave a small smile, but it turned quickly when she thought about her time in OZ. Granted she didn't do anything that broke the code, but she did do things that she was ashamed of. "But you have to know that I am not the same girl from Asgard, nor are you. I think you should know me before you make that decision," Melena looked down. Already regretting saying that.

"Is that it?" Freya asked. "That we don't know you," Melena turned her head. Freya placed a hand on her shoulder. "Mel give us a chance and you'll be surprised," Melena tensed up when she said that. "What? What did I say?" Freya was confused of that reaction.

"Nothing," the red head shook her heard. "It's just. It's just that you used to call me Mel back in Asgard," Melena gave a sad smile. "And that's part of it. It's the little things that remind me of Asgard and the old you, but then I remember," she looked up at Freya, "you are not that you anymore. You are this you."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No," Melena shook her head. "Just unfamiliar. This whole thing is, is," Freya could see her friend was struggling. "How do you say it?"

"Culture shock," Freya guessed what Melena was trying to say.

"I think so. I think all of this is too overwhelming for me," She ran her fingers through her hair. "Freya you have to remember that the last time I was alive I was going to have my third child and that was forty years ago. But even though time has moved on, I did not. Not in hell," she gave a sad look. "I am still stuck in this one point in time and I cannot escape. What is worse, is that I am not stuck in a certain point from this world," she gave a sad chuckle. "It is as if here is so advance than OZ. We did not have," she snapped her fingers, trying to think of the word, "What do you call it? It is a phone that is connected to the wall," she shook her head in shame.

"Heck, I even scared that little girl about Krampus. I thought everyone knew who he was. And that here it is tradition to give someone that you love something or else if you do not, then you do not love them. I do not have any money, I do not want the girls to think that I do not love them. I do, very much. But with no money or that my magic is still limited because of all the magic Helena took from me have not returned, yet, how can I get them something," she placed her head in her hands. "I am a horrible person."

"Melena you're not a horrible person," Freya said to her old friend, "just overwhelmed," she said in a sad smile. "I wish you would had talk to one of us about this. I don't think anyone realized how stressful this was for you. Why didn't you tell us?"

"I-I do not know," she shrugged her shoulders. "I did not want to be a bother."

"Asking for help is not a bother, it's just saying that you need help," she gave a smile. And from Melena's smile, she could see she was getting to her old friend. "As for the Nyssa and Anna situation, if its money, I can help."

"Freya no-," Melena tried to protest.

"Listen," Freya interrupted the older witch. "You need help. And from the looks of it, you want to give Nyssa and Anna something for Christmas. I have the money, it's no problem," she said nonchalantly.

"I cannot take your money."

"It's not taking if I give it to you."

"But your wedding," Freya shook her head, she was not having it. "You are not letting me get out of this, are you?"

"Nope."

"Thank you Freya," Melena smiled, knowing that Freya was a true friend.

"No problem. Do you have something in mind?"

"Actually, no. I know the girls, but I do not know what they like," Melena sad in a sad tone.

"I think I know someone who can help," Freya grabbed her cell phone and dialed a number. She put the phone on speaker and it ranged a few times.

"Hello," the voice in the other line said.

"Aunt Wendy, hey we need your help," Freya replied.

"What's wrong?"

"It's Melena. She want to give something to Nyssa and Anna, but she doesn't know what."

"She wants to buy them something?"

"Yeah."

"Mmmhhh," the phone when quiet for a few moments as the older witch thought of an idea. "I think you guys are going about this all wrong. Melena, how much of your powers has come back?"

"Not a lot. Why?" the red head asked.

"Freya when I get back, we're going to need your help," both witches gave a confused look, unsure what the older witch had in store for them.

Melena took a deep breath, knowing what she was about to do was almost impossible. She knew once he had his mind set on something, then it was impossible to change his mind. That was the big reason why they weren't together anymore. But it wasn't about her, she was doing it for Freya. She was helping her with Nyssa and Anna's gift. She had to at least do this for her. She opened the front door and was greeted to a winter wonderland. Melena almost forgot how beautiful winter could be. She looked over to see her presence did not interrupted the man's train of thought.

"Hey," the red hair woman said, holding two cups of hot chocolate, getting the man sitting on the porch swing out of his train of thought. He looked up at her, even after all these months later, he still seemed sad to see her. Neither one of them ever talk about it or their past. On her part, even though it was centuries ago, it still hurt as it did that day. Especially since he did betrayed her back in Hell, but she understood it wasn't him, it was his aunt controlling him. He had no memories of anything that happened in Hell since the moment he agreed to take up on Helena's offer. He didn't know that he hurt her again, nor did she ever want to talk about her experience in Hell. Especially to her ex fiancé. Thank goodness this conversation was not about her.

"Hey," he said. She handed him the other cup and sat next to him on the porch swing.

"I thought you would need this, it's a little cold out here," she took a sip of her drink. That was one thing she liked about this new world, hot chocolate, especially with peppermint. "You have been avoiding me," she finally broke the silence. "Why?"

"To be fair, you're the one who moved out," he replied back.

"Only because I felt that you didn't want me to be around. This is your house, your family, I did not want to overstep boundaries. Plus, Nyssa and Aria invited me to move in with them and I do want to be closer to my granddaughter," to be honest, Melena was relieved that her granddaughter and her best friend invited her to move in to their new house a few weeks ago. She still didn't feel comfortable around Fredrick, especially now. But she had to try, for Freya.

"But I am not here to talk about my living arrangements. I am here to talk about Freya," the red head feared that if Fredrick was the same man back in Asgard the night she was banished, he will not listen to reason so easily.

"What about her?"

"I heard that you do not want to attend the wedding," she said. Fredrick's face went stone cold when she said that. "Why? She is your twin. If anything I would think you would be the first one who would be happy for her."

"You don't know what you're talking about Melena, let it go," the old Melena would had let it go, but she was not going to. Something she had learn in her four hundred years of existence is that you live as if it was your last day, with no regrets.

"I am not. Is it because of Killian?" Melena knew she should be careful. Near the end of her time in Asgard, Fredrick suddenly hated Balder. She did not know why, but Fredrick came home one night saying that Balder was no good for Freya and that he didn't deserve her. She wished she was brave enough back then to ask him why, but she wasn't.

"Melena," He got up from the swing and neared the end of the porch. His voice sounded dangerous.

"Fredrick," she stood up, but did not walk towards him. "Temper," she saw him stiffen, knowing her mistake. Back in Asgard, if his temper started to get out of hand, Melena was the first to say something. This was more common near the end of her time in Asgard, especially when he met those twins who were banished to this world. Sad to say, old habits are hard to get rid of, even after four hundred years.

"I am sorry," She apologized. "But if I were you, Fredrick, I would go to the wedding, for my sister," this time, she did put her hand on his shoulder, but he did not respond. Feeling that there was no more she could do, she started to walk back into the house. She stopped before she opened the door.

"I wish that you would had told me what was wrong back in Asgard," she looked up at him. "Maybe we could had fixed it," she said, not only meaning his relationship with Killian. She closed her eyes, feeling that nothing would get through to him.

"Why are you doing this?" he finally asked. She was surprised that he finally said something to her. "She's not the same Freya you remember."

"I know, but she is still my friend," they were silent for what seemed like ages. "Fredrick you just got your sisters back. If you continue down this path, you will lose Freya again. I know how it feels like to lose a sister, even if they are alive. I know what it feels like to do anything to get a chance to see them one more time and tell them that you love them. But unlike me, you have a second chance, don't miss it up," with that, she opened the front door and went inside, hoping that her words would make him reconsider about not going to the wedding.

Nyssa couldn't believe she had been at Dante's apartment for over eight hours. If you would had told her that she would be in Dante's apartment, willing, and watch Christmas movies with him, three months ago, she would had call you crazy. But now, it was almost normal. Ever since Halloween, she would go over his apartment at least once a week, more likely to criticize how much his apartment did not feel like a home, but she tries to make it a home.

Like earlier today, after Maggie was picked up by Tommy and her mom so they can take her to her mother's house for Christmas, she came to Dante's apartment. And as she predicted, he did not have any decorations up for Christmas, not even a tree. She was glad he brought her tree from her old apartment that she would put in her old room. She didn't need it now since she, Aria, and Derek were able to afford a big tree in the living room. Even after his protest that he didn't need a tree nor the extra ordainments, she would not hear it. She even got him to decorate the tree with her. During which, Nyssa found out that he had never watch A Charlie Brown's Christmas. And since then, they watch Christmas movies, eat pizza, and even dance to some music. That is how they were here, watching the end credits of Miracle on 34TH Street.

"See, told you it was good," she got up from the sofa, popcorn bowl in hand.

"Hey when you're right, you're right," he said, as she went to the kitchen. Before she went into the kitchen, she grabs a can out of her bag. She washed the bowl and placed it in the cabinet.

"What are you doing?" Dante asked when she opened the can. She stumble in shock, surprised that she didn't sense his presence.

"Nothing," she tried to move the can, hoping that he didn't see it.

"Really," he said, as he walked closer to her. He goes around the witch and grabbed the can. "Because it looks like your trying to drink a red bull," he put the can back next to the witch. "Princess I beat. And I'm guessing you are too. So why are you drinking that?" Nyssa haven't looked in a mirror, but she knew she haven't been sleeping well for a while. So she guessed she looked tired, but she didn't want to sleep.

"I'm thirsty," she said nonchalantly. She tried to drink the energy drink, but the warlock took it away from her. She stick her hand out for Dante to give the drink back to her. He didn't, he put the drink on the other side, near the sink.

"Really?" he didn't believe her. The warlock open the fridge. "As you can clearly see, there's peach punch in the fridge. I don't drink that stuff, so clearly that's your," he said and closed the fridge.

"I don't want that right now."

"What's going on?"

"Nothing," she shrugged her shoulders, not wanting to look at him in her eyes.

"Nyssa, this isn't the first time this happened," she knew he meant her drinking Red Bull late at night. How he knew, she can only guessed that Aria told him. But she knew he was serious, he wouldn't use her real name if it wasn't.

"What does it matter?" she said as she tries to grab the energy drink, but Dante move in front of the can.

"It matters because I promised your uncle that I would watch over you," she rolled her eyes. Nyssa did not need a babysitter. "And I am your friend. So what's wrong?" she stayed silent, she didn't want to tell him what was going on. This was her problem and she will fix it. "It's the dreams, isn't it?"

"There just dreams," she tried to down play it.

"We both know there are not just dreams," at that moment, she hated that he knew that she had the ability to see the past in her dreams. He took a big sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I need to tell you something," he looked up at the witch. "The main reason why they hired me to be a Venator is that I can go into people's dreams."

"No," she cut him off. She had an idea where this was going. She did not want him to see what she saw every night. It haunts her and that's one thing, but she didn't want anyone else to see this horror, even him. "I know what you are thinking, don't do it."

"The more of a reason why I should go into your dreams. You're scared. What's so bad about it Nyssa?" he asked.

"I keep dreaming about Hell," she said, loudly. They both went quiet, she was trying to calm down while Dante understood why she wouldn't want to sleep. "And not just my time there, but other people and," she took a big sigh, "what Helena did to them."

"How long?"

"Since the day I died and came back," she said in a low voice.

"That's been three months!" he exclaimed. This made Nyssa jumped a little. "Why didn't you say something?" he asked, but she could see that he was trying hard to be calm.

"At first I thought it would go away, but they haven't so-"

"Now you don't want to go to sleep-" he interrupted her.

"Or want you in them," she interrupted him.

"I could help," she scoffed at him and rolled her eyes. "I'm serious," he seemed offended that she didn't trust him. "Let me try and if I can't I'll-"

"You'll what?" she interrupted him.

"I'll find a way, just give me a chance," Nyssa closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She knew that what she was about to do was against her better judgement.

"Okay," she took her Red Bull and poured it down the sink. "But just this one time. So you will know how twisted these 'dreams' are," she said and they walked to his room. "Don't say I didn't warn you," she said and she closed the door behind them both.

December 25

It was a dark and cold night. The snow had stopped falling hours ago, lights glistened. Especially down this particular street. There may have not been an inflatable snowman or a fake reindeer in front of this house, but never the less, there was magic in this house. Inside, a family, once was broken, was celebrating Christmas, their first Christmas as a complete family. The house smelt like a bakery. Sweets filled the house, as well as other food, including a ham, mashed potatoes, and macaroni and cheese, especially for a certain witch. However, the family was not surrounded by the table, about to eat this feast. Instead, they were huddled in the living room. The fireplace provided the only light in the room, for now.

"Are you ready," a chestnut hair witch turned to her sister and her cousins. All of which had nodded their heads in excitement. The four women stand side by side. With a little burst of magic, the room light up like New Years. The tree flashed white lights, the tree was ornamented in a variety of ornaments. There were some that were as old as the early twentieth century, maybe even older. Others that were made by Freya and Ingrid from this lifetime, when there was children. Even the ones that Nyssa and Maggie made yesterday hung on the tree.

"Cool," Freya said, stilled in awe.

"Yeah, still better than Rockefeller," Nyssa smiled and crossed her arms.

"This, I admit is still cool," Anna admitted.

"If you girls keep staring at that tree, you'll never open your presents," Wendy said, as she lend on Tommy's shoulders. The girls walked back to the sofa and Victor started to give out presents. After tearing wrapping paper and cups of hot chocolate, the presents were gone. The presents ranged from movies and books to baby clothes for Ingrid's son. Ingrid was glad that Vivian and Anna came over yesterday and helped moved the furniture out of the study room. All she needs now is a dresser to put these clothes in.

Melena looked around the room, Joanna and Victor were snuggled up near the Christmas tree. While Freya and Kilian were curled up on another sofa, admiring Freya's engagement ring. More likely talking about their future together. Wendy and Tommy were kissing under the mistletoe, and Fredrick and Ingrid were in the kitchen, making sure everything was ready for dinner. And the twins were talking to Arthur, more likely about his adventures from his trip from another country. This made her smile, her family was almost complete, she just wished that her daughter was here with them.

"Are you ready?" Wendy sat next to Melena. She knew what she was talking about. Nodding her head, Wendy called over her daughters to come.

"I got you two something," the red head gave Anna her present first.

"Melena you shouldn't have," the blonde accept the gift. She teared the wrapping paper and was greeted by a wooden box. Vines and leaves surrounded a single flower at the lid. Anna felt a wind up key at the bottom of the box. Winding up the box, she open the box and was greeted with a beautiful melody.

"I know this song, but I don't remember where," Anna said, trying to remember where she knew this melody, but couldn't. She looked into the box, there was a mirror attached to the box and a brush. The brush was silver. Like the box, vines and leaves embroidered the brush, with the occasional flower or two on the brush. In the center of the brush, was an emerald gem.

"It's gorgeous," she hugged the older woman. "Thank you," Melena hugged her blonde granddaughter for the first time.

"My turn," Nyssa said, with a smile on her face.

"Of course little one," she handed the present to her other granddaughter. When Nyssa received the present, she felt a surge of Déjà vu. She open the box and was greeted with a worn stuffed elephant. The color, once was grey, was a washed out color. Half of the right ear was torn out of the head. Its black, button eyes stared back at her. Tears streamed out of her eyes, she remember this elephant from her trip to Hell. This elephant was her mother's. She turned the key and it played its melody. Nyssa defiantly knew this tune, it sounded like the melody from the song Somewhere over the Rainbow.

"Oh my God Melena, thank you," she hugged Melena tight. Even though it may look like a worn animal, it meant the world to them. "But how?" she asked. As far as she knew, this stuffed animal was in Hell, how did it she get it?

"That it would be because of us," Freya said as she indicated herself and Wendy.

"These gifts were once mine," Melena said. "Just like the elephant, they have been passed down from one generation to the next," she smiled to the girls. "However, they are replicas of the real one, sadly."

"Replica or not, there still amazing," Anna replied, still touched that her family would go through all this trouble, just for her and Nyssa. Melena really did love them.

"Thank you, my heart," Melena was glad that Anna really loved the gift, as did Nyssa.

"This is beautiful," Nyssa said, the red head saw that the girl finally noticed the necklace around the elephant's neck for her. It was a purple stone, entwined with gold metal that held the necklace together. "That was my mother's. Your great grandfather gave it to her when they were children."

"It's amazing," the brunette smiled up to the red head. Melena kissed the girl's temple.

"I think it's time for dinner," Joanna got up from her spot and she and Victor head towards the dining room. The rest of the family followed the couple. A knock on the door stopped the young brunette witch. She turned back, and open the door. She was a little surprised that he actually showed up.

"Dante."

"Hey. Is your invitation still open?" he asked. Nyssa asked him if he wanted to spend Christmas with her family earlier that morning. He told her that he wasn't sure. Later that day, she told him that the invitation was still open, she wasn't sure if he would accept it. She was glad he did.

"Yeah," she nodded her head. "What's that?" Nyssa pointed at the bag he held in his hand.

"It's for you," he gave the bag to her. "It was the least I could do since you did get me a tree and spent Christmas Eve with me."

"But how? None of the stores were open today?"

"Just open the present princess," she did so. What she saw took her breath away. It was one of her green ornaments she left for him. Except it wasn't a solid green anymore. On the glass ornament, there was a painted picture of the wicked witch, one she would see for the promo for Wicked.

"You did this?" she was surprised that he even gave her a present, let alone one about the wicked witch.

"Yeah, Merry Christmas Princess."

"Merry Christmas Stalker," she smiled at him and gave him a hug.

"Don't worry," he walked away from the hug. "We'll find them, the both of them," both of them walked to the dining room to the rest of the family.

Hey guys, sorry about the delay, but I hoped you like this short special. Tune in next time for a celebration that will be remembered. See you next time and Merry Christmas.