A/N: My final My Babysitters's a Vampire story and like my first one it's going to be a Christmas based tale. Unlike my last one this one is a whooper of a story that I really hope hits all the right feelings. It will have a lot of action, and there will be some seriously tense moments (don't want to spoil too much), and I honestly hope that you enjoy.

I put a lot of work into this one, and since it's my last I want to go out with bang and not whimper. And please don't forget to leave a review they mean a lot to me as both a writer and as person.

I don't own My Babysitter's A Vampire of any of the characters portrayed here

The Last Christmas

By JDWrites101

Chapter One: The Winds of Change

The man in black stood atop the ridge and stumbled forward in vain to catch his breath. Through the frosted wisps of air he stared at the city far below him and felt his body go numb. Whitechapel would always be a beautiful place during the fall, and when winter came around words could not encompass the beauty it instilled. Yet in the days before the first snowfall, and after the ones in which trees had lost all their leaves the city became abhorrent mockery of what it could be. The frozen brown almost black branches, the mud covered grounds, the wilted foliage, it was the land of death more than a home to the living. And for that single moment it had played the perfect backdrop for the horrid spectacle that had just transpired. He felt the cold wind against his cheeks and then turned to face his opponent. When he didn't speak the figure opposite him did.

"I can't believe after everything that's happened… after everything we've been through... it's come to this. I'm sorry…. I don't... I can't..."

The man in black closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. "I know."

The snow rushed forward and the figure was gone. When the surge abated the remaining person approached the spot and picked up a large book from the slush. The flower on the front bloomed before his eyes and the title rippled across the front in dark red letters.

"The Claustrum"

Ethan scribbled the incident down in the small black book and then turned to look out the window. Through the slightly frosted pane he could see the main part of Whitechapel beyond. As usual lights burned brightly through the night. He could even make out the small wisps of smoke as they rose from chimneys into the dark skies above. He watched the distorted shadows of the barren trees move about in the light evening breeze unsure of what he felt at the moment.

"What are you doing?" asked Benny with a yawn. The brunette lazily sat up on the bed and then collapsed back with a dramatic groan. "Too much turkey." He waved his hands about and asked: "What's that book for?"

"I've been keeping track of the supernatural incidents since we discovered our powers," said Ethan. He continued to write. "I've noticed a pattern. Before the Lucifractor exploded last year there was a huge amount of incidents, mostly random, and following it there was a huge influx of cases, like the Headless Horseman, the Christmas Angel and the one with the Faceless Men and the circus."

"I remember after all I was there for all of them."

"Yeah well as the year's gone on the activity basically dropped off the charts. Most of the ones following in the spring were incidents that we were partly responsible for like the Sarah clone, the were-turkeys and the son you accidentally created."

Benny sat up and crossed his legs. "So what exactly are you saying E?"

"I think the supernatural cases and Lucifractor were linked in some way."

"Hmm… now that you mention it, that does kind of makes sense. Before the explosion the magic in Whitechapel felt sort of unstable, and I would be making all kinds of mistakes when casting spells." He held his hands together and a small golden light appeared. It filled the room with comforting warmth. "But now I haven't made one in months, plus those incidents weren't even caused by my mistakes, they were caused when we were unearthing those supernatural artifacts. It's almost like the explosion stabilized everything."

"You know what this means?" asked Ethan as he turned the computer chair to face his friend. When the brunette shrugged, he gave him a half-hearted smile and closed the journal for dramatic effect. "Our supernatural days may finally be behind us."

Benny shook his head, let the light vanish and laugh. "I refuse to believe it. Whitechapel always has something going on. There's no way it'll end after we spent the last two almost three years coming up with those three supernatural rules."

It was Ethan's turn to laugh. "Always carry a source of non-magical fire." The both produced lighters. "Always be prepared for the worst." Both boys removed wooden stakes and holy water from their respective hiding places around the room. "And always know no matter how bad it gets that your friends will always have your back."

They touched fists. Benny took his seat on the bed, and summoned the warming light once more. "It can't just end like that… right?"

"Looking at it through a purely scientific perspective the city was attracting all those monsters because of the Lucifractor. So it's more than fair to assume that since it's gone now…. At the very least its safe to say that we're uncharted territory. Anyway Sarah and Erica got back into town yesterday and they been asking if we want to hang out and catch up."

"E… can I ask you something, you know, real talk?" Ethan raised his eyebrows and motioned for his friend to continue. "Are you scared about leaving Whitechapel for college?"

He reflected on the question for a moment. At once too many answers came forward, he mentally sorted through them as best he could then answered: "I'm nervous because it's something different. We've grown up in this city together, and for the first time in as long as I can remember we're not going to be here. So yeah I'm a little scared of how things are going to be, but at the same time it's exciting."

"I'm terrified," said Benny. He looked down at his hands. The golden orb vanished and the cold seeped into the room once more. "This is going to be our last holiday together with our families and maybe even as friends. Who knows what'll happen in the next year or so? We promised to keep in touch, but look at Sarah and Erica. Yeah we still talk, but I can feel this strange distance now. Do you think that could happen to us? Are we still going to be friends when everything is said and done?"

Ethan turned the chair and looked down at the small black book. "I don't know."

He didn't watch his friend collapse back onto the bed, he didn't want to. Instead he turned to the city and caught sight of his own reflection. Deep within his eyes Ethan saw his own sadness mirrored. Times like the weather were changing and it was happening far to fast for his liking.

"Yeah I'd love to see you again," said Ethan into the phone. He stopped at the street corner and waited for Sarah to stop talking before he responded. "A cup of coffee sounds great. If you invite Erica then I'll bring Benny and Rory and it'll be just like old times... Tomorrow for sure then."

He hung up and listened to the music as he walked down street doing his best to cut through the large mass of people. It wasn't unusual for Whitechapel's Main Street to be this busy during the last days of November and this year it appeared to be no different. Volunteers were wrapping lights around the trees, others were replacing the bulbs in the streetlights with candles, and a few even stood on ladders stringing up the sleigh above the street itself. Just the usual pre-holiday scrambled to create the winter wonderland they all knew and loved.

"Look mommy," cried a little girl as she walked by hand in hand with her mother. "Look at all the Santa decorations! Aren't they beautiful?"

Ethan stopped. He turned and for the first time noticed the amount of Santa decorations that adorned the walkway. They were in the shop windows, on cars, on balloons, heck there was an even a Santa and reindeer statues being positioned in front of town hall. He suddenly felt unnaturally suffocated in the crowds, the carolers seemed too loud, the wind too strong, and the cold too overbearing. He passed by people who had their heads down, others who were too preoccupied with their phones, and was almost knocked off his feet by a woman as she pushed past him and into the nearest store.

Then he heard the bells.

"It's sad isn't it?" Ethan turned around looking for the person who spoke and stopped when he spied a boy his own age with black hair standing off to the side looking up at the statue of Santa Claus. "The way people don't even acknowledge each other, especially during a time when everyone is to be together. Is this really what the holiday has become?"

A group of people walked by and Ethan lost the person in the crowd and felt himself almost forced further down the street. Feeling annoyed, and rather disgusted with the crowds he made his way back to his motorcycle, a talent he had picked up during the last year or so of investigation. Finding the perfect gifts for his friends and family could wait; now it was too busy to get anything done. When he passed the large clock tower behind city hall at the far end of the street he caught sight of the small plague at the front. It was the first time he had actually seen it and he took a moment to read the inscription.

"A gift for our prospering city, may its belief never waver."

"A little late for that," whispered Ethan bitterly. The small golden strip was signed with the initials N. and G. He found his cycle and drove it carefully down the street. He was almost clear of the decorations when he heard the clock tower ring loudly behind him. Though he couldn't see him he heard the man speak again.

"It sounds sad doesn't it?"

Benny inhaled and smiled when the sweets filled his senses. The little bakery served as the perfect place to escape from the problems of the real world. Even more so now that Erica was sitting across from him. He watched as she took a hearty sip from her coffee and felt a blush cross his face when she let out a small squeal at the taste.

"So let me get this straight," said Erica. She looked up from her cup of coffee to the small building around them. There were a handful of tables, each one filled with people of all ages, and a line out the door into the cold. "In the time I've been gone Rory's mom bought this bakery, and he not only works here but makes delicious food too?"

"Yeah," said Benny with a sideways grin. He took a sip of his own coffee and savored the taste. "Not only that but he's going to take over once he's done with culinary school."

She let out a gasp of disbelief. "No."

"Yup," said the blonde as he appeared at their table. He placed several chocolate crescents, poinsettia shaped cookies, a few Santa themed cupcakes in front of them and gave a wink. "On the house, enjoy."

Once he left Erica picked up one of the red colored cookies and turned it over in her hand. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen a natural poinsettia in the city before."

"There's a good reason for that. These flowers are a natural poison for white magic. I don't have to tell you how dangerous that would be in Whitechapel right?"

Benny watched as she quickly dropped it and then picked up one of the other pastries instead. She looked at him, and he urged her to take a bite. When she didn't he picked a Santa cupcake and took a hearty chomp. She blushed and sampled her own. For a moment Erica's face remained passive then her mouth fell open in surprise.

"This… it's amazing. There's no way he made this. There is no way on this planet that Rory, our Rory, made something this fantastic."

"You should've been here for Thanksgiving, he made the best pecan pie." Benny washed the food down with a sip from his coffee. "I can honestly say that it was a once in a lifetime dessert."

"Everything keeps changing when I'm gone," she let out a good natured laugh. "I don't like it."

Benny looked up and quietly asked. "Do you still think we're close as friends?"

She stopped. "I think we are, and yeah things have changed but we're still the same as we were before. Sure we don't spend as much time together as we have in the past and yeah we're going to schools in different countries but that can't be changed no matter how much you wish it could."

"I guess…."

She placed a hand on his and asked: "Come on don't be all sad, I'm in town for the entire season. We should be having fun." He shrugged. "I've always wanted to ask you something, is Santa real?"

"I dunno. I thought we saw something last year when we beat the Angel of Christmas, but you and Rory were the ones who chased down the sleigh in the sky."

"We lost whatever it was in the clouds. I'm asking you because you have access to all those books, and magic, and if there's anyone would can actually make a serious investigation into this it be you."

Benny smiled. "Are you being serious? I guess anything is possible, after all my Grandma always says belief is the strongest magic of all."

Erica nodded in excitement. "Let's start an investigation. Is Santa Claus real or not?"

The shadowy world expanded for beyond Ethan's sight, and as he ran after the strange figure he felt a little of everything around him. Down the street, through the park, into the forest, across a barren desert and finally into an old abandon building that has partially sunken into the strange purple sand. He moved through the broken maze of walls until he came to a center room, and stared up at the gigantic dome like ceiling.

Time had worn away the initial covering but here in the dim light supplied by unknown sources he could see the metal structure that held the sand at bay. In the strange glow he watched as dust came down and he found himself wandering towards the center. Thousands upon thousands of books lay scattered across the ground; some were worn by time, while others looked almost new. In the middle stood the shadowy figure, and behind that a strange book rested upon a marble pedestal. Ethan slowly approached it and watched as the shadow stepped aside and then vanished. He could sense a strange energy emerge from the leather bound pages, and the closer he got the more powerful it became. By now he was no longer in control of his body, he wanted the book, no he needed it.

He picked it up and as he did the title appeared across the top.

Ethan woke with a start to the sound of the clock tower in the distance. He sat up in bed and first thing he noted was the unnatural cold that settled into his room. The second was the thin layer sweat that coated his body, and the third the book in his hands. He jumped back with a start and quickly tossed it to the side. He made a mad scramble for his cellphone and despite the late hour texted his friend.

We're gonna have to put coffee aside for tomorrow, something supernatural is happening. - E

He turned back to the book and watched as the title seemed to glow in the light of the cell phone. He went to pick it up then decided against it, no need to supernaturally jump start whatever the book might be. Ethan took a seat at his computer, groaned at the two am time, and entered the title before clicking the search button.

Claustrum (noun)-

1) A bar, band, bolt

2) Gate, door, bulwark

The last one made his blood go cold.

3) Enclosure; a prison.

Outside the snow began to fall.

A/N: There you have it the opening chapter to my final MBSAV story, and a whole lot of setting up for the wild ride ahead! Please leave a review and hopefully I'll see you for the next chapter. And if I don't update before Thanksgiving I hope you enjoy that as well!