The Twelve Days Of Christmas: The Third Day

On the third day of Christmas, a fairy gave to me: three pixie bites, two black eyes and a hyper and excited Daphne.

Summary: It was the last one. And it was all hers…

There it was.

The prize.

Sitting there ever-so-innocently, an unassuming white packet resting near the refrigerator.

The last package of hot chocolate mix.

And it was hers.

"I see you've found my packet. Hand it over."

Puck.

"No way, bug brain, this is mine," she retorted. She cradled the container of goodness closer, angling her body away from him.

He frowned.

An idea seemed to occur to him then, because he grinned wickedly, and said, "well, we'll see about that, won't we?"

She could see one of his hands move to a pocket and in a flash he pulled something out and pressed it to his lips.

The flute.

'Oh, no,' was all she managed to think before she was overtaken.

"Augh!"

A swarm of pixies swirled around her, pulling her hair and clawing at her face.

She could feel a sharper pain on the left side of her chin, then another on her hip.

They were biting her.

One flew in front of her and nipped the tip of her nose. She could see a small dot of red begin to swell and balloon out before it ran down, a miniature trail of blood.

Instinctively she raised her arms up to ward off the attacks.

The packet fell from her hands.

Immediately, the attacks ceased. Pixies darted from her in zigzags, fluttering above Puck's head.

And the fairy himself…

Puck stood smugly, arms crossed, the white packet dangling from his right hand.

He smirked at her one last time before his wings shot out and he was gone.

HE.

WOULD.

DIE.

-.-.-.-.

Ahah.

Okay, this one I like.

This was fun.

See you later.

By the way, I'm thinking of working on another story. I'll see after Finals… byezies!

~Cannibalistic Skittles