What if those things that go bump in the night were real?
Do we really know who walks among us?
Are things really as they seem?
What happens when you wake up as the creature nightmares are made of?
Alone, weak, afraid…
Unable to feed yourself….with an uncontrollable hunger
Then as if things couldn’t get any worse, you meet your soul mate…
While you lie dying in the Christmas snow…
Christmas Blood
by
Maxi Shelton
Chapter 1
Daisy looked down at her outfit. She looked ridiculous, but it was the only fancy dress costume she could get at such short notice. She had only found out about the Halloween party yesterday when Sally, her so-called best friend and flatmate, had called her at work, saying that Daisy quite simply had to go to the party with her as there was this guy going that she had been interested in for ages now and, well… tonight was the night Sally was going to hit it off with him.
Why Daisy had to get involved was quite beyond her; she had so much university work to catch up on, let alone the day job work!
“Hey, you look great…!” beamed Sally, as she walked unannounced into Daisy’s room, as usual. They rented a house together, but Sally had no concept of privacy.
Daisy looked at her reflection. “I’m a fairy, and a very pink fairy at that!”
Sally came up behind her and smiled into the mirror; she was dressed as a very sexy witch.
Sally said, laughing, “But a very seductive fairy!” and then turned and headed out of the room, calling over her shoulder, “The taxi will be here in about five minutes, I’ll meet you downstairs.”
Daisy just sighed and nodded.
She took one last look at herself in the mirror.
Ewww, very pink and…very short.
As Daisy leant over to pick up her phone and money, shoving them in her bra, she caught her reflection in the mirror.
Ooh no… note to self: do not bend down in this dress…!
The party was already buzzing when they arrived. Sally quickly excused herself to hunt for the guy; Daisy couldn’t even remember his name, Sally had always just referred to him as ‘The Hottie!’
Daisy did an inward groan, she was more of the reserved, quiet type; meaning a bookworm, as her friends liked to call her.
Daisy looked around her; she didn’t recognise any of the faces about her.
She slowly weaved her way to the kitchen, or the direction she thought the kitchen would be.
The music was pumping but she didn’t recognise the song, which was hardly surprising; she was never very good at keeping up with chart songs.
