Last Night
Tang Residence
As far as Trixie was concerned for the entire day, she had been…angered. Amongst her thousands of presents filled with beautiful clothes and the best ones to date…not to mention the secret presents she asked for from Santa involving comics and a few computer games…a few presents were filled with coal.
The sheer gull! She, Trixe Tang was not some average riff raff child that behaved like an uncouth child! She listened to her parents and behaved quite well! The nerve to fill a few of her presents with coal, tasked her to write a formal complaint to Santa, before she handed it to her parents to mail it off. She was every bit of a model girl and citizen of Dimmsdale! Afterall, what popular girl wouldn't behave like an orderly citizen!
Yawning with her hand over her mouth, Trixe walked herself into her room after having finished taking a shower; she had spent a good part of the day outside to play with the other popular kids, while showing off her new snow gear and coat. Drawing enough attention from the commoners left Trixie with the satisfaction that she showed the less popular kids that they were beneath her and could never amount to having what she had.
Approaching her bed, Trixie pulled the covers of her bed down so that she could hop in, wearing her new expensive pajamas she got as well, and pulled her comforter over herself with a contented smile, "Haahh." she exhaled with a smile, bringing her eyes to a close, "Today was a glorious day for me, I look forward to enjoying the rest of the holiday!" She thought to herself as her eyelids slowly closed as she held her blanket up over herself to keep her comfy in bed. "And none of that crazy Teen Ricky bothered me either!" She continued to think to herself.
Yes, tomorrow was going to be another excellent day, and she would be sure to steer clear of any nonsense that crazy teen did; she even practiced dodging nets recently in her karate lessons she begged her parents to sign her up for a few months ago; her parents approved of her learning karate lessons, saying it would be a good idea for their adorable daughter to learn to defend herself. Something about needing self defense when she was a teen, and it was a good opportuning to learn now.
Not sure what her parents meant by that, but how she was sure her reflexes were good enough now to avoid any such nets that crazy teen tried on her!
Next Morning
Opening her eyes, Trixie began to smile to herself as she yawned and stretched in her…stiff bed!?
Blinking a few times to wake the bleariness from her eyes, Trixie found that her face was at least a foot away from a ceiling she didn't remember being above her bed, a bed that she was sure didn't feel like some commoner bed.
Turning her head to the right and left, she saw what looked like she was in some sort of cubicle bed of sorts, with black curtains to keep out the light for the sleeper; rolling to her right, Trixie reached over and pulled aside the curtains to see that she was in a moving vehicle, and she was undoubtedly on the top bunk of a bed of that vehicle, an RV most likely.
Strange. Her parents didn't say anything about going anywhere after Christmas day, and she for sure knew her Parents owned a better RV that allowed her a better bed to sleep on while they slept on the master bed in their RV.
Hearing some commotion from the left of her inside the RV she was in, some voice she does not vaguely remember, something was not right here.
Turning around on the bunk bed she was on, Trixie rolled over to yank the curtains aside and look outside from her bunk bed to figure out whose RV she was in.
Trixie's eyes widened and dilated as she saw many people she did not recognize, which made her think she was kidnapped; there was some orange haired woman working the kitchen area, some yellow haired guy sitting at a booth and table talking to something with his back turned towards her.
She would have broken into hysterics now and screamed, were it not for the sight of that crazy teen sitting atop a couch of the RV, trying to keep a conversation going with that stupid teen girl.
Strike it, she wants to scream now, the teen had to have somehow called her parents and tricked them into having her go with him and his friends to someplace stupid probably. Inhaling, Trixie went to scream, only for the RV she was in to hit a bump in the road.
Now while the vehicle had hit the bump in the road, undoubtedly a pothole, Trixie was leaning out from the bunk bed with her hand gripping onto a bar that allowed a person to climb into the bunk bed with the assistance of the bar; thus, Trixie found herself halted from screaming her lungs out and falling from out of her bed. "AAH!" She somewhat screamed, but for the different reason of falling out from the bed and onto the floor.
"And that's how I afford this RV!" Ricky exclaimed to Vicky, explaining to the other teen how he could afford an RV this fancy.
Sitting a bit far away from the crazy teen, Vicky simply offered Ricky a weird look, "How the heck does investing into that internet search engine, Gaggle, help you earn more money!?" she asked the other teen.
"Simple!" Ricky answered her, and waved the flat of his palm through the air, "In the far future…or close, the internet will consume the world!" he delivered.
With a critical gaze, Vicky spoke back to Ricky with an annoyed tone, "Yeah right! As if something as stupid on a computer would afford you this hunk of metal!" she gestured at the interior of the RV they were in.
'Tsking' back at Vicky with a shaking of his head and palms against his sides, Ricky smirked and wagged his finger at Vicky, "Foolish you are, technology is the future!" he declared.
"...whatever…" Vicky rolled her eyes at the eccentricity of Ricky, spending money on an RV for the gimmick of a road trip to 'Santa's Workshop' was so farfetch'd, she almost forgot Ricky's Dad as a werewolf, and it made her realize perhaps Santa was real…
If so…what else was real?
"RAAAGH!" Trixie's voice screamed as she hurled herself at Ricky, the girl had picked herself up and ran at the teen, intending to leap up into the couch and jump kick the crazy teen in the head, "I've had enough-" she yelled as her foot was extended out, her months of Karate lessons kicking in.
Ricky immediately smirked with a crazy grin and ducked the girl's foot, and captured her by the armpits, "Hah! She's awake!" he remarked, as Trixe squirmed and struggled to get out from the teen's grasp.
"Let go of me! I'll unleash a world of hurt onto you!" She screamed with fury in her eyes, her head turned to glare at the teen.
Ricky guffawed as he stood up and carried Trixie off to the table where Bucky was talking with his son about that time he fought of leprechauns, "sounds like someone needs some breakfast!" he cheered, as he plopped Trixie down to sit next to Chester.
Trixie however stood up and glared and pointed at Ricky, "Return me home this instant!" she demanded in a screaming voice while shaking her fist at the teen.
"SETTLE DOWN!" A guttural voice prompted Trixie's head to turn and see the origin of the voice, shivers ran down her shoulders and back as she witnessed a living werewolf step out from the driver's cab of the RV, "Sit. down. Now." The werewolf ordered, before going back into the cab while shutting the door to the section behind him.
Shocked beyond belief, Trixie felt weak in the knees and sat with a bewildered and shocked look on her face. "That-that-tha-that-" She stuttered over her words.
"That's my dad!" Ricky announced with a puffed out chest and proud look while thumbing at himself, earning an incredulous sideways look from Trixie.
"Isn't that cool?!" Chester asked the popular girl, he leaned forward to look at the listless look on Trixie's face, her eye twitched every once and a while her attention was paid forward towards the open air, staring into nothing, "And my dad's a Vampire hunter!"
"...okay…" Trixie was so done with what was going on now, she did not know how to process what was going on all at once. Before she could speak up again, a platter of pancakes was served to her by Ricky's mom.
"Eat up kid…you'll need it." Helen told the popular girl, before moving back towards the kitchen to clean up the area, with Ricky trailing after her to help with the stuff.
Trixie looked forward to the food, and felt her stomach growl. This had to be a dream she was having, or she was hallucinating it all after stealing a sip of her dad's eggnog before she went to bed…
It had to be the eggnog right?