#15 Secret Santa


( Secret Santa

You get to choose one gift — no price restrictions — for any person you want. The caveat? You have to give it anonymously. What gift would you give, and to whom?)

Fiction:

It is Christmas. The happiest times of the year. Lights everywhere. People gathering together, in their loved ones homes. Everyone tries to be human.

Even vampires.

The Crow family too celebrated Christmas. Just because they suck human blood doesn’t mean they have no right to celebrate. People have broader minds. Today Gays are required to be celibate for a year so they can donate blood. With the speed of human evolvement, it would not surprising that one day vampires and humans can celebrate holidays together.

But Christmas requires gifts. And what better gift than a rare blood group. Like a O negative. Or something like that.

As Dave dressed up, as usual in his best black suit, his wardrobe full of similar suits, he could taste the rarities tonight. Entire Crow family is here. All the way from Alaska and Texas, everyone is here. Father Crow even invited his rivals, Sanchez tonight. Father was always like that around holidays. Almost human and kind.

But it was almost his time, he would soon choose his successor. And everyone knew it would be Dave to be new head of the family.

As he descended he met Ella, the youngest of Sanchez. Lovely and deadly as always she gave him a smile that would send even the impotent drooling. But Dave just answered her with another smile and they reached the dining hall. There was music in the house. But Father was no where to be found.

And suddenly there was a scream. Now in a vampire’s house, a scream is as unusual as a humans. No one screams, especially humans in the house. The sound was from the south end of the house.

Where Father had his room. Dave raced the other house members to the room.

Only find his youngest sister, Julia crying at the door. The room was full red, full of blood. And there sat his Father’s corpse.

Someone killed his Father. Someone made him the new head of Crows.

Someone gave him a Christmas gift. Only to make it look like he killed Father.

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#14 Motivation


Fiction:

When a crowd of about hundred sit awaiting to absorb every spoken word, it is really easy. All it takes is a word to motivate them. Some more words, meticulously chosen to elevate the sociopath to serial killer.

She did that. Chased the killers.

She came to the stage. She only losers in front of her. Losers who never sought to achieve anything. Who whined and made excuses. Ordinary people. Worthless people. If she could she would kill and eat those losers.

She has done that before.

Yet she put her best smile and began speaking. She spoke of the audience’s common troubles. Divorce. Mortgage. Depths. Depression. And so on and so forth.

She spoke with perfect empathy. She never blamed the audience. Yet she showed them their mistakes. People loved that. She kept speaking. Once in a while she picked people from the crowd and spoke with them.

So boring this was.

She sensed a predator halfway through. Someone like her. Somewhere in the back. Hidden yet easy to spot. He wore a black fennel shirt. Looked like a loser, just like the crowd.

She maintained her eye contact with him for enough time to make him aware. She knows.

As she finished her speech and went backstage she awaited him. If he was like her he would come. And she would play with him. Play with him before she killed him.

How would it be this time? Slicing his throat? Strangulation? Stabbing? She didn’t have her gun so no shooting.

As she thought of more intimate ways to play and kill she went to pee.

What she didn’t realize is there was a serial bomber active.

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