Peach Christmas:

Written as a side story mentioned in 'the changes we go through to become ourselves' but also readable without this knowledge!

I own nothing…

Christmas 1709

Amelie's POV:

I awoke in the morning of Christmas to hear Myrnin yelling for me to come. In those days, Christmas didn't have the same connotations as it does to these modern day spoilt brats. There were no Christmas trees, given it was before Queen Victoria married Prince Albert of Germany and he introduced the idea of Christmas fir trees. There were no mountains of presents containing every whimsical whim that they want – no, in the past, the day was full of religious meaning if anything. People still went to work on the day that Jesus was born – even though it wasn't; it was a day of religious celebration for the Pagans that the Christians stole – and acted as if it was a normal day. The only differences were that a better meal was eaten at night and often a small gift was exchanged between families.

"Amelie, come here now!" he yelled for me again, and I slowly made my way out of bed. I changed from the long cotton nightgown I wore to bed throughout the day and into a simple dress for around the house. With my age, I had seen many fashion changes throughout the centuries and nowadays is so much primmer than when I was a young vampire! This dress I wore was from over a hundred years ago and I could never have worn it out of the house – I would have been branded a 'lady of the night' for wearing it.

I tied my hair back in a tight bun before bracing myself as to what my 'surprise' was.

"Myrnin, where are you?" I called through the house we shared. Normally, people of the year of our lord,1709, would live seperately with their parents until they married but we were an excpetion to that rule. Anybody who came to our door was compelled to forget that we lived together. Also, I would always leave the house at a different time to Myrnin and this was a rare occurence. I may have been over 700 years of age but I still didn't like going out in the sun - pain was not what I enjoyed... I'd already faced too much of it.

"I'm downstairs Amelie, where else?" Myrnin's voice called into my ears. His voice was so loud and high pitched, it hurt my ears. It was comparable to a hung over human the morning after - the sound waves were as if knives were being thrown into my ears - truly horrific.

Yet this voice was nothing to the sight before me in the living room.

"Myrnin, what have you done?" I screeched, more shrill than I ever have been before with the shock.

Peach covered the room in drapes, with no way to look without seeing the dratted colour. The walls had been painted peach. The furniture had been covered in peach. EVERYTHING had been covered in the disgusting colour.

My hatred of the colour stemmed from my childhood. My late mother, god let her soul rest in peace, had an obsession with the colour and decided that peach was the way forwards for me. Every single thing in my room was peach, including every item of clothing - it was horrific. Soon, I hated the colour more than anything and began even wearing servants clothing to get out of the hideous peach.

Finally, my mother realised my deep hatred for the colour and managed to change as much of the deçor as possible: however, the damage was done. I couldn't stomach the colour again and I burned every single item of clothing that I could find that was peach.

I met Myrnin and as our friendship evolved, he found out about my hatred of peach. I should have known that he would have used it against me.

"I redecorated!" Myrnin said with a wicked smile which made me want to act completely unladylike. However, I restrained myself. Barely.

I ran from the room and grabbed the first coat of mine I found which would cover the corset area of my dress. I ran as fast as possible down the deserted street, noticing how quiet it was in the winters night. I dashed through the streets, unable to lose the disgusting sight of what was once my favourite room, as it was completely empty with no humans to see me.

I ran to the one person I knew hated Myrnin more than anything. The one person who shared the hatred with me at the current moment. Oliver.

I arrived at his house and pounded on the door. He answered and looked rather bemused as to my arrival or my appearance.

"Well well, Amelie, what can I do for you on this fine day?" he asked me silkily, still slightly sour about the other day when I overruled him about a mass murder.

"Myrnin has gone absolutely psychotic and I want you to yell at him!" I said and he smiled at this.

"Well well, Amelie Bishop saying something against her beloved pet Myrnin. What has the world came to?" he asked rhetorically, enjoying making me figuratively sweat.

"He destroyed my living room," I stated. "He covered it in peach, the single most disgusting and horrific colour in the entire universe!" I elaborated and Oliver laughed at me.

"In that case, I shall be happy to oblige - let me grab my coat," he said as I dashed back to my house, not waiting for him.

"You. Are. Dead!" I hissed at a still laughing Myrnin.

Oh, all this peach is making my head hurt!

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Vicky xx