I had the idea for this story last December, but because Christmas was over, I took the opportunity to wait the entire year to publish it this Christmas. I started writing it December 5th, and worked my way through the entire month and edited it and gave it a one last minute check before publishing it. It gave me the time to come up with a plot.

I'm not sure if those are the right lyrics or not. The song was playing in my head when I got the idea. It's a classic Christmas song, and having it in the story is suppose to convey the opposite.


I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

Just like the ones I used to know

Where the treetops glisten

And children listen

To hear sleigh bells in the snow

Bing Crosby's White Christmas played from the stereo in the living room, filling the house with its jolly melody despite the house's overall grisly aftermath. Sitting in a wooden chair was a girl, who sat so low she would give herself a hunchback. She was tall, thin, her hair was black with brown highlights, which laid limp from excessive activity. Her skin was a peach tone with a slight tan. Black boots clad her feet, that which were matted in blood. Her black top and blue jeans were decorated in blood, tears, and part of the top was nearly ripped apart. In her hands was a bloody butcher knife. Her other hand was wrapped in bandages.

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

With every Christmas card I write

May your days be merry and bright

And may all your Christmases be white

She recounted the moment it happened. She was getting ready for the Christmas dinner her mother and aunt worked so hard on. The rest of her family had come. Her cousins, her friend. They all came to celebrate.

Before everyone could begin eating, there was a disturbance taking place outside. It started with a stomping on the roof. Then the scratching. And then the smoked and ash erupted from the chimney. When the smoke cleared away and the family had recovered their composure, they appeared. At first glance they looked human, but they weren't human.

Their eyes were an unnatural color ranging from red to deep amethyst. Their faces were impossibly beautiful; ensorcelling and predatory at the same time. Their cheekbones were sharp; their noses narrow. Three of them had shoulder length hair while the other two had shorter hair. The last one was a female with ochre hair that reached her waist. Each of them had long nails that looked more like claws.

They attacked her family almost immediately. She managed to hide in the basement before they could get her. While in the basement she found an axe, a box cutter, her father's woodcarving knives, a butcher's knife, and a sickle. She took the axe, shoved the sickle in her back pocket, the woodcarving knives into her belt loops. The minute she charged up the stairs, the minute it all began. She snuck up on the first vampire. He was closer to the door and sliced his head clean off with the axe.

When the first vampire was dealt with the other remaining vampires turned on her. Swinging the axe and getting scratches were all the mark of a person who wanted to defend herself and avenge her family. She used the box cutter to slice one of the vampires through the jugular and then went ahead and sliced the head with the axe.

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

Just like the ones I used to know

Where the treetops glisten

And children listen

To hear sleigh bells in the snow

Decapitating the rest of the vampires was nearly impossible. They all moved so fast. The tallest one almost threw her through the window if she hadn't stabbed his leg with the woodcarving knife. He released her and she fell on the ground. Grabbing for the axe, she sliced his leg off, then his head.

She rolled out of the way when two of the vampires were about to lunge at her. One of them scratched her hand, making the girl shrink back in pain. She used the axe and cut off the head. The other vampire was struck with the woodcarving knife, and for the fun of it, used the woodcarving knives to carve out gashes into both of the vampires' backs.

Last one caught her from behind, and she managed to stab him through the neck with the butcher's knife. After the turmoil was over, she went into the bathroom to find bandages, pulled out a chair and sat down, taking a look at the bloodshed.

The Christmas tree was knocked over; the decorations were laid haphazardly. The baubles were shattered to pieces on the hardwood floor. The lights around the tree were still lit. The couch and the armchair were thrown across the living room; the cushions were laying on the floor. Blood splattered on the walls, and with the ramshackle Christmas decor, it gave off the look of a horror film.

Her family laid dead, blood drained from them. The girl sat in her chair. Eyes bleary and tired. Sleep was not going to be coming to her the following night, or the next night after that. She sat up straighter. She dropped the butcher's knife.

A sharp pain in her jaw throbbed. She grabbed at her cheek. The pulsing became unbearable. Miniature knives dug into her gums. She gripped the edge of her chair. Her breathing became harder as the pain engulfed her whole. Her hand moved from her cheek to her neck and rubbed her fingers at the bleeding bites.

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

With every Christmas card I write

May your days be merry and bright

And may all your Christmases be white

When the vampire from behind caught her, he bit into the back of her neck. His blood was circulating into her system. The process would be complete in a matter of seconds.

Tears rolled down her face. The pain in her mouth was starting to recede. She opened her mouth and felt around. Her teeth, no longer flat and round, were now pointed and sharp. Moving her hand out of her mouth, she looked at her fingers. The nails were sharp at the end. They resembled the vampires', who would've sliced her neck to ribbons. She stood up, and walked over to the mirror placed above the end table next to the stairs. Her eyes that were once green were now deep red.

The pain in her mouth was gone, and she opened her mouth to see her new fence of teeth. Their were pointed, and the fangs where her canines were stood out proudly. She wiped away her tears. Turning around she made her back to her chair.

Her life was going to be spent drinking blood and killing people to obtain that blood. There was no way she could live a normal life and still maintain her transformation a secret. She readjusted her jaw, closing her mouth. The pain was no longer there, and she could feel keep her jaw still.

If she knew anything about vampires it was that vampires healed fast. She looked down at her body. The scratches on her legs closed up. Then she remembered her hand and unwrapped the bandages. The cut was healed. There were scratch marks. It was as though she'd never been scratched.

The strong metallic scent of blood crawled up her nostrils. It permeated the whole house. Outside, she could hear the wind screaming. She could hear birdsong echo from the neighboring trees. She looked at the wall clock. Just three more hours till sunup. She knew right then she was no longer sun-friendly. She would have to go out during the night from now. And if she could, she would sustain herself with the blood of animals. She cared too much about animals to consider it. She didn't want to kill humans either. No matter how many times she looked at it, she knew she would have to kill in order to survive.

Her eyes noticed the carving knife. Crouching down, she picked it up and held it up to her neck. Tears stung the corners of her eyes. This was it. She needed to end it. She was not going to provide the world another vampire.

She was about to stab herself when a thought crawled up her mind.

With her being a vampire, she could use her new state as an advantage to hunt and kill other vampires.

She lowered the knife from her neck, and dropped it aside. She looked down at the mutilated corpses littering the ground. She could still hear the screams while she was hiding in the basement and looking for weapons. She figured she was lucky that she didn't end up dead. It would've been better if she died with them.

With this new opportunity, she was going to rid the world of vampires. It brought a smile on her face.

She walked over to the stereo and turned it off, ending the song at its peak. She looked around the damage and figured she's have to leave before they found this mess. Looking over at the vampires she saw how they weren't dressed for the winter weather. If they were poorly-dressed like this, then that meant she no longer had to experience cold. It almost seemed too good to be true.

From here on out, people weren't going to remember her as Jennifer Wallace anymore. It was best to disappear, let the neighbors forget her.

Her plan to find other vampires made her look forward to starting on it. Jennifer got down on the floor and picked up the axe. Then the woodcarving knives and the box cutter. She looked at the butcher's knife, and decided to leave it behind. She figured the police might need evidence of the murder. But how will that explain the vampires? Their fangs were visible and an on his sign to their existence.

Jennifer didn't have time to think about it, and she looked out the drawn windows. It was time to go, she decided. Jennifer could see it now. The thought of killing vampires just thrilled her.

And she couldn't wait to get started.


Well, that's one holiday story out of the way, even if it's a grisly one. Merry Christmas. :D

P.S. About the cover I used... I know that there's no river in the story, but I couldn't find one with a bloody Christmas tree. And I don't know how to use Paint Tool Sai, or I would've drawn my own. But you get the idea from the plot, right?

Anyways, Merry Christmas. =)