A.N. Um...you can just enjoy this one! And go watch some IDEK on the You Tube.
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Death Sixteen: Letters to Santa...'s
Edward stroked Bella's cheek. "Merry Christmas, my love," he whispered, then gently kissed her.
Bella giggled. "Awww. I love you."
"I love you."
"Mistletoe!" Alice called, and stood ready with a camera. Bella grimaced, but kissed him nonetheless.
"Okay, time for bed. Tomorrow is Christmas morning! And Santa won't come unless you're asleep," Alice scolded. Bella scoffed.
"Oh, suuuure. So what did you get me, Alice? Oh, I mean, what did Santa get me?" Alice looked offended.
"Bella, Santa Claus is real. How could you ever doubt it?"
"Um, because Alice. It's common knowledge."
"He's real, Bella. Well, more like they're real." Alice sat down. She knew she would have to explain this to her.
"Huh?"
"Come come, Bella. Sit down." She patted the seat next to her, and suddenly everyone was around Alice. Yay, story time!
"So, it happened I'm-not-quite-sure-how-long-ago, but someone made a Santa Claus." Bella was still confused.
"Okay, so people can go crazy, right? Well, vampires can turn crazy people into crazy vampires. One vampire did this. Coincidentally, he did it to a person who was obsessed with Santa Claus." Bella's gears started to click.
"No way. So what did the crazy guy do?"
Alice sighed sadly. "Well, he assembled old men. Old fat men. He made them grow white beards, made them have very rosy cheeks. Then...he turned them." Everyone stared off into different directions at this.
Bella frowned. "Them?"
Everyone snapped out of their haze. "Well, obviously the world is too big for one Santa. So he made one for every state. Sometimes more. And...they became Santa Clauses."
"But how do they know what the person wants for Christmas?"
Alice shrugged. "Most the time, they guess. Sometimes, their...special powers help them out, but most the time they just shoplift and give."
"How come they don't stop?" Bella asked.
"Because! They get to play Santa Claus! Sure, there are some who get out of it, but most stay. They get to bring joy to the children, and the parents are just loving the fact that they get to save money. These Santas have been around for many centuries, Bella."
Bella nodded, unsure. "Okaaay, Alice. I'll just go to bed then and wait for Santa to come and guess what I want for Christmas." Alice grinned and pushed her in encouragement out the door.
Bella woke and, despite her initial disbelief, ran down the stairs to just see if it were true. Once she hit the bottom step, she found Edward dead at the bottom of the tree.
Bella screamed. One of the Santas was still there, and he indeed looked like a very merry Santa with blush on. "What the hell?" she yelled at the Santa.
"Someone wrote in their Christmas list that they wanted Edward dead. I also saw your Christmas list." He turned around and ruffled through his bag. He came back up with...
A very handsome man. Who was holding a flute. Bella quirked an eyebrow.
"A handsome fluter. Just like you asked for."
Bella shrieked in anguish. "Damn you! I said I wanted a computer, not a handsome fluter!" She curled herself into the fetal position and bawled her eyes out. Again.
Santa squinted closer at the letter. "Huh. That is what it said. Oh look! Turns out, they didn't want me to kill Edward, they wanted me to kill Rumpelstiltskin. Whoops."