1 A/N: This chapter includes some cameo appearances of characters from Anne
Rice's Vampire Chronicles. If you like her stories, feel free to read my
newly begun "Revealed" series. As usual, reviews welcome.
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3 Chapter 11-Marco
When we got down, Santa was waiting.
"Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas!" he greeted us cheerfully. No duh, since we just finished his job.
Then he spotted Bobby, who was beginning to wake up.
"Very merry, indeed," he said, eyes getting bright. A smile stretched across his face, a smile that wasn't exactly the jolly one I expected.
He strode toward the boy, who was looking around completely confused.
"What do you have here, Kris?" a voice called out from behind.
I spun around. Approaching us very rapidly was a college-aged guy. His blue eyes seemed to glitter and his curly blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail.
Oh, and his skin was the same color as the icy snow that covered the ground.
He glanced at us and smiled slyly, revealing glistening sharp white teeth.
And I thought Rachel 's dazzling grin was scary.
"Some new helpers, Santa? Will they be staying for our midnight snack?"
The stranger had suddenly grabbed hold of my neck and lifted me about two feet off the ground.
"May I?" he asked politely, grinning toothily.
"Now wait a minute, Lestat," Santa said patiently, amid my kicking and screaming. "You know that these children have to fight the Yeerk invasion. We can't wipe them out."
"How about just one? I'm sure he wouldn't matter," my captor purred, his icy fingers making my skin crawl.
"No," another voice said quite firmly. "You know these children are necessary for Earth's survival. Stop teasing the poor boy."
"Fine," he muttered, dropping me to the snow-packed ground. I scrambled to my feet and joined the others, who were all in polar bear morph. I focused on my own bear DNA.
"They think they can fight us," my captor mocked, gesturing at my friends and me. "And with such ludicrous shapes."
Another figure suddenly moved next to the blond one. This one also had blond hair and blue eyes, but his hair had been brushed neatly around his shoulders and he seemed much more mature.
His image might have been helped by his crimson velvet suit and polished dress shoes, whereas the other one wore a faded denim jacket and tattered jeans.
The first guy rolled his eyes. "Don't think I always dress like this. But I didn't have any money with me and my clothes were falling apart, so I took these from my last meal."
We stared at them. At two animated, breathing marble statues.
Santa stood next to them.
Six to three. But I had the feeling that we would lose.
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3 Chapter 11-Marco
When we got down, Santa was waiting.
"Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas!" he greeted us cheerfully. No duh, since we just finished his job.
Then he spotted Bobby, who was beginning to wake up.
"Very merry, indeed," he said, eyes getting bright. A smile stretched across his face, a smile that wasn't exactly the jolly one I expected.
He strode toward the boy, who was looking around completely confused.
"What do you have here, Kris?" a voice called out from behind.
I spun around. Approaching us very rapidly was a college-aged guy. His blue eyes seemed to glitter and his curly blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail.
Oh, and his skin was the same color as the icy snow that covered the ground.
He glanced at us and smiled slyly, revealing glistening sharp white teeth.
And I thought Rachel 's dazzling grin was scary.
"Some new helpers, Santa? Will they be staying for our midnight snack?"
The stranger had suddenly grabbed hold of my neck and lifted me about two feet off the ground.
"May I?" he asked politely, grinning toothily.
"Now wait a minute, Lestat," Santa said patiently, amid my kicking and screaming. "You know that these children have to fight the Yeerk invasion. We can't wipe them out."
"How about just one? I'm sure he wouldn't matter," my captor purred, his icy fingers making my skin crawl.
"No," another voice said quite firmly. "You know these children are necessary for Earth's survival. Stop teasing the poor boy."
"Fine," he muttered, dropping me to the snow-packed ground. I scrambled to my feet and joined the others, who were all in polar bear morph. I focused on my own bear DNA.
"They think they can fight us," my captor mocked, gesturing at my friends and me. "And with such ludicrous shapes."
Another figure suddenly moved next to the blond one. This one also had blond hair and blue eyes, but his hair had been brushed neatly around his shoulders and he seemed much more mature.
His image might have been helped by his crimson velvet suit and polished dress shoes, whereas the other one wore a faded denim jacket and tattered jeans.
The first guy rolled his eyes. "Don't think I always dress like this. But I didn't have any money with me and my clothes were falling apart, so I took these from my last meal."
We stared at them. At two animated, breathing marble statues.
Santa stood next to them.
Six to three. But I had the feeling that we would lose.
