It was the night before Christmas- and yes, most stories would start off like this, however worry not! Mine is different, different in a way that- well, how should I say this… unlike others, I probably won’t have a happy ending or in other words, a happy story.
The night was rather cold and chilly yet, it was also the night I didn’t bother to grab my coat along. Absurd, eh? The bright moon illuminated down along The River Thames reflecting down. I took a turn down the right into the ally and walked until the sounds of sloshing water ceased. The knife in my hand was heavy all right and no doubt the cold was also slowing me down, but my day couldn’t have gotten any better until I heard them- small, careful, precise footsteps and worse- several of them. As I started to gain pace, they moved quicker too. I stopped walking eventually, and the footsteps stopped along with me. I took a deep breath and turned around- no one. Well, at least no one was in sight until a figure slowly melted out of the shadows, then another, and then I felt the presence of more behind me. Their pale faces illuminating in the moonlight. I couldn’t help but to crack a grin. Vampies. Cold-blooded creatures that would take the pleasure draining every ounce of your blood. Kinda like vampires, except they’re not, well they kind of are…and maybe not at the same time? Vampies are the result of a Vampire and Fairie offspring. Yes, you heard me, Fairies. Fairies are creatures that have an inexplicable beauty that no mortal being can ever have and posses impassable power of manipulation. Vampires are creatures of the night and they only are capable of living under two conditions: killing and drinking. Vampies? Not any better.
“What yer’ sneerin’ a’bout?” The tall one in front me taunted with an accent that gave away his Irish nationality. He was red headed, broad shouldered and had a tough build; he seemed like a guy who someone would probably not want to mess with in their right mind. Well I can tell you that that would not be me right now- or was I never in my right mind? What was even worse was that his pupils were bloodshot red and his irises were icy blue with a tint of gold which seemingly were inherited from the fairie side. The other two standing beside him kept their distance and stood a few feet away, which obviously meant the redhead was the packs’ leader.
“I’m sorry, however picking fights with blood-suckin’ fairies isn’t my plan for the rest of the night,” I replied seeming as calm as possible. He snickered and took a few steps towards me.
“Young lad, if ay’ were ya’, ay’ would run. Ya do know that this is our territory, do ya? We don’t want’ too many people gettin’ ‘urt around do we? And lad,” he was several inches away and I felt a cold blade against my neck behind me, “my job is too keep em’ out.”
I stifled the urge to laugh out loud,”You don’t seem like you’re doing a very good job, obviously.” I felt his fists ball up beside me, anger rising within him.
“‘ay know yar’ kind very well. Ya hunt us, ‘an kill us, but ya’ never come into our territory, lad. Guardian Angels they call yar’?” He chuckled under his breath, along with the others around him. Guardian Angels was our title, or at least, for people like me. Its cheesy but worth it.
“Guardian Angels. The world thinks it is safe, eh? They hide behind their little homes and count on ze Guardian Angels to protect them, from ME?” This time, he let out his laughter that echoed throughout the ally. This guy was seriously getting on my nerves. So, I thought: why not end this night once and for all?
“Well, I guess its unfortunate that they will never get the chance to see your wretched half-breed face, will they?” On that note, I drove my knife into the most vital part of their body- the neck. He certainly did not see that coming. His eyes went wide and threw his hands to his neck. Fool, I thought. Blood spilled between his fingers and he started to make gurgling noises that made him seem like he was choking. The others backed away, certain that their leader was not going to make it and made a run out of the ally- probably to call backup. He fell to his knees, using all his strength and consciousness left to pull the knife out- which he did successfully, but he did not live long enough to witness himself falling limp to the ground.
“Vampies,” I muttered to myself. They sure posses incredible strength but they were certainly stupid. As I started to turn away, I fell something light and white land on my head, and then another. Snow. Somewhere off in the distance, the Big Ben was tolling. Midnight had struck already? I sighed and then whispered to no one in particular,
“Merry Christmas everyone, Merry Christmas.”