t'is the Season!

Season Three:

It was snowing again. Big, fluffy snowflakes that blanketed the streets of Manchester. Not the usual kind of snow England got in December, the kind that turned into a wet, dirty sludge that soaked through your shoes. No, these were the kind of big fluffy flakes that you could melt on your tongue. Big, fluffy flakes that Drusilla would love. If she were here…

He couldn’t stomach South America anymore. Not after what she had said to him. Not enough demon for her, phah! If only she were here, he’d show her how much of a demon he really was! More then that slimy antler demon would ever be! He couldn’t imagine what she saw in him. 

Big fluffy snowflakes, so different from the moist heat of Brazil. The moistness and long hours of sun had stirred a longing in him for good old English weather, and he’d left for London. There was nothing worth staying for anymore…

London however, with its busy streets, had only irritated him more, but it was football that had drawn him to Manchester. There’s nothing like a good old footie match to glue broken hearts, Spike reckoned, and it seemed to have worked. A little.

Big, fluffy snowflakes landing on top of the happy shoppers in the middle of the city centre’s streets. Landing on top of children who gaze at beautiful shop windows. It sickened him. He walked a little faster, determined to get out of this happy jumble of people as quickly as possible. He hated the holidays, hated the happy faces, the decorated trees and the lights. 

Wasn’t there some anti-Christmas demon that could make an end to all this happiness? Spike grumbled and lit another cigarette. Maybe he should do something about this awful Christmas cheer. The bloody decorated shopfronts and windows, the happy people! Maybe string some entrails across the Christmas trees, now that would take the cheer away…

A grim smile spread across his features. That wasn’t such a bad idea at all! Maybe he could make a little Christmas-display of his own… All he would need to do is grab some people to eat, which is what he was planning to do anyway, and let his creativity flow. Blowing the smoke out through his nose, he stopped in the middle of the street and looked at the shopwindows around him. There, that one would do…

It had a really big Christmas tree, decorated in red. The red would go well with the organs and entrails, and he imagined what a head stuck on the top of it would look like. There also was a big stack of gift items in the window, perfect to splatter blood and flesh on. But the main display was a life sized sleigh, complete with a reindeer and a Santa. He’d pile the disembowelled corpses in the sleigh, maybe dress one of them in Santa’s outfit…

It would be perfect! Why didn’t he think of this before? What a great way to dispose of the remains of his Christmas dinner! He would paint the fake snow in the window red with blood, and decorate the tree and sleigh in his own unique way! Tomorrow night would be a night to remember, a jolly old Christmas celebration after all, and it would be all over the papers on Boxing Day! A laugh bubbled from his mouth, and he continued his trek through the city with a newfound spring to his step.