"The niiiiiiiiiiight Santa went craazaaay,

"The niiight St. Nick went insaaaaaaanne,

"Realiiiiiizzzed he'd been gettin' the raaaaw deal,

"Somethin' fiiiinally must've snapped in his braaaaiiin.

"Who-oa, somethin' fiiinally must've snapped in his braaaiiin,

"Tell ya, somethin' fiiinally must've snaaaaaaappped...

"In his braaaaaiiiiiiiin"

"That was so awesome!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as we clapped for Link and Phyllis. After months, make that years, of pleading at Monger's feet, he finally let them sing that song for Christmas' karaoke.

"Link, Electrill, well done on your version of that song." Monger complemented. "You have my permission to sing it, just as long as it isn't the extra gorey version." Link laughed as he took off his dirty Santa beard and hat. "And don't go metal next time, Electrill. Or that guitar's gone for one week." Phyllis looked at the departing general disgustedly.

"What in the-" She muttered. "I thought we were free."

"Don't you fret." Link chuckled. "At least he didn't confiscate it."

"Still." She grumbled.

"By the way, I like those Freddy Kreuger scars on your cheek. Keep 'em on for the rest of the night."

Yes, as Liv expressed in San Francisco, four years had passed alright. I barely graduated from high school two years ago and got my braces off at that time. I'm twenty now, and my current and only job is a monster. That's right; no flipping burgers at McDonald's like kids my age. I was given the option to do college work but chose not to.

Elijah's in high school now, fifteen, and is doing pretty good as our youngest monster. As his canine side works at his personality, he is extremely loyal and sweet, yes. Now that he's older he's not so innocent and cute anymore. With the coming of age, he's looking pretty cool. Phyllis, now twenty-five, has calmed down over the years, and her anger management issues aren't so bad. For a therapeutic hobby of tranquility, she learned to play guitar. She does good on an electric one, and can play it mean courtesy of her electric powers. Liv just went on 104, still young, and is still going steady with Monger. She may be short but she can be quite the mother figure out of us.

"Wowww," BOB gaped. "I had no idea Santa could be like that."

"It was only a story, BOB." Doc said, rolling his eyes. "And besides, Santa isn't-" I slapped his mouth shut.

"Don't say it, Bennett." I ordered, my teeth gritted. "Since he watched Polar Express and Miracle on 34th Street, he's believin' it."

"Mm-hmmf," He replied muffled.

"Hey, riddle me this. Is Santa a kindly old elf or some creeper from the CIA?" He courteously took my hand off his mouth.

"Neither would work, my dear, as he isn't real." He whispered before saying out loud. He chuckled. "It would be funny actually if he was a CIA spook." His smile dropped. "And don't call me Bennett."

Eight years and still at it. I thought as I beamed proudly.

"Hey, Billie!" BOB yelled. "I gotcha something! Open up!" He threw me a little plastic pink box, which I caught. I opened it up to find a little cheap sapphire necklace. For the sake of being polite, I fastened it on. "Cool, huh? Now we match!"

"BOB..." Susan looked at him. She cleared her throat a few times as a signal.

"Aw, poop, what was I gonna say?" The blob mumbled. He tapped a finger on his head. "That's it!...No, no, no, that's not right..." I stared at him.

"Well..." I sweetly began.

"Aha! You're twenty, right?"

"Yup. Remember last October with my birthday party?"

"YES!" He lifted up a fist in victory. "Now that you're that old, um...I'!"

Everybody cocked an eyebrow at him.

"What?" Elijah's voice echoed across the room.

"Okay, BOB, say it again, but slower. And shorter, 'kay?"

"Okay...here goes...ahem...Billie, will you..." His voice dropped to a whisper as he leaned toward my ear. "...marry me?"

I stood frozen. Did he just ask me to marry him. I'm twenty and I'm still a half-wit compared to my family. Elijah and I are just friends, so that wouldn't work. Link and Doc are like big brothers and somewhat dysfunctional around me, so no. And ever since I've been here, BOB and I have been like peas in a pod. "I will." I responded smiling.

"YAHOO!" He shouted, dancing around. "And that's your engagement necklace."

"BOB, it's supposed to be a ring." Elijah corrected.

"Lijah, we both like it as a necklace." I reprimanded.

"Alright." He surrendered. "Sorry."

I journeyed over to the table where Link and Elijah were sitting and enjoying coffee and hot chocolate.

"So, why are you agreeing to marry a brainless glop of jell-o?" Link asked, kinda dumbfounded at my supposed stupidity. I smiled smugly.

"Remember the Jessica Rabbit line?" I asked.

"What? 'I'm not bad; I'm just drawn that way?'" He guessed.

"Duh, no."

"Ooh! It's 'he makes me laugh.' Right?" Elijah asked.

"Yep."

Liv's POV

It was almost midnight, and I was probably the only one up. I sat on my bed, twiddling my fingers and just thinking. I was 104 years old and still feeling the same way I did nearly eighty years ago. Eighty years since I became a combination of fairy, elf, and hobbit. Eighty years since I met Walter Lynden and fell in love with him. Even with Warren, I still missed him. I kept a picture of him with me, but it was destroyed when I was abducted and imprisoned by aliens. The only picture I had was inside my memory

The door slid open beside me, which made me jump. Warren walked in with content smile on his lips. It was two years ago, I found out that he likes watching my eyes change colors. Oh well, I like it when he looks relaxed.

"Warren," I responded at his presence. "It's past lights out. What are you doing here?"

He chuckled. "I'll wait for you to calm down before I tell you something." He responded. Sometimes it sucks having mood ring eyes. I felt my eyes turn a greyish blue, and he cleared his throat and sat down next to me on the bed. I tried to think of something to say. "Um...how did the Hathaway vs. Price case turn out?"

"Suffice it to say, Olivia, the case did not go in our favor." He replied glumly.

"What?" I gawked. "Amanda worked so hard for that case." Even though President Hathaway had already stepped down from being President two years ago, Amanda went on to be a Senator. In fact, one of the few Senators that promotes monster rights.

"I know that well. Too well."

"So, I reckon we still can't get married. Even if we've been steady for four years." One of the privileges that we were restricted from having was marrying humans. It may have kept some of the creeper fans away, but in situations like this it could hurt.

"Nonetheless, I'm pretty sure we will be as steady as steady can get." He leaned to the right and reached into a pocket. He coughed a bit. "I saved it for your birthday, but I felt I shouldn't give it to you then." He handed me a velvet-covered box. "Merry Christmas, my love."

I opened it and inside lay an emerald ring. He delicately took it out and slid it onto my left ring finger. I glanced between the ring and Warren in a state of surprise yet admiration.

"During missions around the world at markets, the emeralds I'd see always reminded me of you as they resemble your eyes." He coughed before he continued. Weird thing was he didn't continue but lightly shivered.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

He nodded. "Just a bit cold." I placed my hand on his forehead.

"You are a little warm. You think you'll be okay?"

"I'll be fine. Good night."

"Sleep well, Warren. And don't push yourself, please." I kissed his rough cheek.

"I'll be fine, Olivia. Don't you worry about me." He kissed me back.

"Don't you worry about me." His words echoed in my mind. How could I not worry about him? Coughing and shivering...that wasn't like him to do that. How could I not worry?

Lots of l'amour in this chap. But the adventure's just begun. Lots more (besides love) should be happening pretty soon. Just you wait...(evil grin and laugh) XD