Disclaimer: Ya'll know the drill. We don't own 'em, except of course
the characters we made up.
Rating: Ooo...let's just say PG14, 'k? And, as with the other fics,
light swearing. Aww hell, we all know that's a load of BS. More than light
swearing. You be the judge.
Ding dong!
"Honey, can you get that?"
"Who the fuck is it?"
"Angelus, stop swearing in front of the babies!"
"They're asleep!"
"Do you think I care?!?!"
Angelus growled, but listened to his wife and went to answer the
door. It was Christmas. He hated Christmas. What was the point? Little
children running everywhere, charity Santa's ringing their stupid bells and
standing by their little red pots filled with coins, and his wife, nagging
him to answer the damn door when all he wanted was to sit down and read his
book. Was it possible to hate the holidays anymore than he did? Highly
unlikely.
Angelus reached the door and flung it open.
Standing before him were three of the nuttiest people in the world.
Pamela, Jessica, and Jyll. Pamela and Jessica were arguing. Jyll was
glaring at Angelus.
*Okay, so Jyll's finally reunited with them, wow*, Angelus thought when
he saw the
three of them.
Jessica was dressed in a a blood red bodice and a floor
length clingy black skirt, her dark hair cascading down her back. Pamela
was
clad in in a black dress that resembled Morticia's from the Adams Family.
Jyll showed up in a short red dress, very low neck line and a pair of thigh
high black leather boots. Jyll was the only part of the trio that wasn't
related; Pamela and Jessica were sisters. Jyll was a friend of Buffy's from
high school in
LA. Naturally she'd gotten into the violence part of life and hooked up
with
the two girls.
When Angelus got his voice he invited the three to come in. The house
decor
was nothing if not immaculate. The tree was decorated and in front of the
window looking out over the park, little touches of Christmas that sickened
Angelus we here and there; just enough to remind him of the holiday.
As if
he needed reminding. The tree was heaping with presents, for eachother,
friends, and the boys, all wrapped in intricate designs by department store
for neither Buffy nor Angelus had the time to wrap. Most of Angelus'
clients came in around
the season so he was swamped with petty robberies and suits when he wanted
more significant cases that dealt with homicide (his personal specialty).
The holidays sickened
him to the core of his non-existent soul, but he put up with it for his
wife's benefit, going to parties, hosting
parties, playing the upperclass gentlemen when all the while he was
nauseated
with all of the damn the joy.
When it got too much he'd go to Dru's and get drunk, since
torturing people was a big no-no by his wife's command.
Recovering quickly from his surprise, Angelus grinned and stepped aside,
gesturing for the three of them to enter the MacLean home. This might be
interesting, hell, at least it might make Christmas more bearable.
He brought a tray in with the usual drinks for Pamela and
Jessica and asked Jyll what she wanted. He went to get that, he was going
to
kill his wife for letting the butler go for Christmas Eve and Day, because
when John wasn't around, he took the role of father, husband, host, and
butler.
Jyll stalked through the doorway and threw herself on the sofa.
Angelus was pleased; it seemed as though she hated Christmas as much as he
did. Jessica smiled sweetly at Angelus and walked into the apartment,
sitting down gingerly on an easy-chair. Pamela chuckled slightly and joined
her two crazed friends by entering the MacLean household. She pushed Jyll's
feet off of the sofa and sat down.
"So, dearie, how've things been?" asked Pamela, although she really
didn't care. Angelus was alright, but she'd take Angel any day.
"Aww, you know. Christmas. And Buffy. And the boys. That's about it,"
he answered. kicking the door shut and tossing himself on the sofa.
"Christmas is a wonderful time of year! I adore it!" announced Jyll.
Surprised, Angelus raised an eyebrow and stared at her.
"Why the hell do you like Christmas?" he asked.
Jessica giggled. "Jyll's stoned. She fed off a crackhead."
"Huh? Jyll's not a vampire." Angelus knew damn well that Jyll wasn't.
She walked in broad daylight. And she loved Christmas.
"Oh, she's not a vamp!" exclaimed Jessica.
"Yeah," Pamela put in, "She's just insane."
"But how does she bite people?"
Jessica shrugged and Pamela moved her head to the side. Clearly these
girls weren't thinking straight.
"Pammy! Jess! Jyll!" Buffy walked in the room with a gurgling Shawn in
her arms, very exited to see her three dear friends.
"Buffy!" exclaimed Jessica, as she and Pamela got up to hug her. Jyll
took Shawn and sat back down on the couch, bouncing him on her knee. Pamela
edged away from Jyll. Kids scared her, she didn't want them at all.
Angelus looked around the room at his friends, wife, and son. Maybe
Christmas wouldn't be so bad after all.
Alright my dears! That's our holiday fic! Short and sweet...okay, short
and bitchy, same thing. Anyway, Merry Christmas everyone! Soon, hopefully
soon, we'll have Brother Dearest 4 out. Hopefully.
Anyway, be nice to your family, ignore your parents, and have a great
holiday season!
-Jyll & Juls
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