A/N: I wrote this to match the twilight style: 12 days of Christmas. No, I do not own that one. I do own this, though.
12 days after Christmas
The first day after Christmas, my true love and I had a fight. He said he wished he never gave me that little strength I lacked. I tore his arm and bit him, and have him venom scars. I used that gift my true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.
The second day after Christmas, I went shopping for a wrench. I tore apart the motorcycles that took up too much space, my true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.
The third day after Christmas, I didn't feel well. And so I left for Italy, to give that boy a scare.
The four howling wolves were a big mistake, and took up too much room. (not to mention there was hair on every inch of floor.)
The 500 applications were just a distraction, for he never wanted me.
The sixth day after Christmas, the guarding wolves wouldn't guard. I called the puond to pick them up, and have there heads laid down.
On the seventh day what a fight we had, my in-laws threw me out.
My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.
The eighth day after Christmas, before second thoughts came, I gathered up the:
-eight weeks of grounding
-nine vampires fighting
-ten anger issues
-eleven marriage proposals
-twelve new moons
And threw them in his face. I thought to my true love, "we are through, luv" And I thought in so many words, your gifts were for the birds.