Ah~
The time of year where I go broke.
I'm going to post my holiday one-shot now, rather than later lol

Anyways~

White Christmas | Original Story

"I'm dreaming of a white Christmas"

My hands drum against the car wheel as one of my favorite songs start. I hum along to the song, as I drive across the ice coated road.

Fresh snow is falling, covering the land with a blanket of white. It's Christmas Eve, and there were more cars than normal on the streets.

I take the sharp turn into my driveway. It's hidden, and quite beautiful in the wintertime, if I do say so myself.

I get out of the car, and walk through the soft layer of snow on my driveway, grumbling as a few snowflakes land on my face. As I start unlock the front door, a shiver goes down my spine.

As usual, I shrug it off. And enter my house, closing the door behind me. I walk to the kitchen, my hand itching to grab the knife to defend myself.

There's a cold metal pressed on the back of my raven-colored head.

"Move and I'll shoot." A sharp, high-pitched female voice says. I could feel her gaze resting on my neck, and I saw her pale hand inching toward one of my knives.

I part my lips to breathe as I watch the girl's hand reach for the knife to my left. Her hands grasps it, and she holds it to my neck.

"You're doing this all wrong." I manage to say, as the cool blade of the knife his pressed against my neck.

I feel the girl falter for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure.

"Shut up, Beau." The way she said my name, laced with venom and hatred. I frown, this was so familiar to me. The way she held the knife, her cool gaze.

If this was really Marinette, I know exactly how to kill her.

My hand is fast as I grab her arm holding the knife and shove it away. I duck my head as she fires the gun and it misses me by a hair, creating a small hole in the wall. I twirl around and face her.

She was a beautiful as ever. Her long white-blonde hair in a simple braid down her back. Her ice cold grey and brown-specked eyes staring dead at me, fear fluttering through them.

I take the knife from her hand before she could do anything.

"Drop the gun," I say, lightly pressing the knife onto her neck, "Or I'll kill you right here, right now." She hesitates for a bit before gun clatters to the tile floor, and Mari goes still, nervous sweat forming on her head.

I smile in satisfaction, moving the knife down on her body until I reach the collarbone. I hadn't realized she wore such a low cut shirt until now. I trace my finger along the side of her neck, attempting to make her as uncomfortable as possible.

"Why are you here, Mari?" I asked, pressing the knife onto her collarbone and slowly dragging it. It wasn't enough pressure to kill, but enough to draw tiny beads of scarlet blood.

"I wanted to see what it's like," she said, her voice dripping with fear, "To kill someone."

She winces in pain as I add more pressure. "And you decide to go after your psychopathic, sadistic ex?" I laugh a bit, "Idiotic, really."

"You're the only person I hate enough to kill," she retorts, "Besides, I know how to kill you."

"Likewise." I hum, moving the knife to her face and making a small, clean cut below her left eye. Mari flinches, her breath becoming more ragged and uneven. The blood starts dripping down her face, slowly running down her pale cheek.

The blood on her collarbone starts to fall onto and down her grey shirt, creating scarlet splashes of blood. I'm surprised she hasn't tried to grab the gun yet. She was perfectly still, under my command.

I drag the knife across her lips, horizontal, starting down from the top lip. I cut until it reaches the bottom of her chin, a long, neat red line down her pale face. She winces as I did this, but stayed still as the blood dripped off of her chin and onto her shirt.

I lean over and kiss her, the metallic tang of blood resting on my lips as I start pushing the knife into the left side of her chest. She's tempted to scream, to struggle, but she did nothing as the knife slowly started to pierce her.

I leave the kiss, blood staining my lips as I put more pressure onto the knife and stab into her heart, causing a satisfying scream. Her body goes limp after a while of me ever so slowly pushing the knife into her chest. It had just stabbed straight through her heart.

I pull the knife out, blood covering the steel blade. Mari's body falls limp onto the ground, a clean cut on her chest where I had stabbed her.

This Christmas would be so much more beautiful when the snow is drenched with blood.

I hope you liked it! Have a Merry Chrismahanukwanzaka everyone ^^