SANTA CLAWS IS COMING TO TOWN.
A Seattle Slayers Story By Dave Turner.
Disclaimer: I do not own BtVS or Santa Claus, Father Christmas, The Hogfather or St, Nicolas! I write these stories for fun not profit.
Crossover: BtVS with Christmas fairy-tails.
Spelling and Grammar: Written in glorious English-English! This story was written using American Idioms wherever possible. Spelling and grammar are English.
Timeline: Set Christmas 2007.
Warnings: Blood, magic and lesbians…what more do you want?
Summary: Willow and Kennedy spring a trap.
Santa Claws is Coming to Town.
By Dave Turner.
The child’s room was quiet and dark, the soft glow of a night light the only illumination. In the cot the toddler lay sound asleep with a large toy bear to stand guard over her. Suddenly a black booted foot appeared from the top of the fireplace. Seconds later it was joined by another, then by a pair of red clad legs and finally by the torso, arms and head of the infamous Santa Claws!
His tunic and trousers were dyed red so that they would not show the blood so much, however the cuffs of both his trousers and jacket were trimmed with what was once white fur. Now it was matted red-brown with the same dried blood that stained Santa Claws’ hands and talons. He chuckled softly to himself as he looked around the room and saw the child sleeping innocently in her bed.
He searched the room with little beady blood red eyes that were surrounded my great masses of brown streaked white whiskers. There appeared to be no traps or parents standing guard over their child. Santa Claws moved towards the child noting how strangely the carpet crackled under his feet.
“Ho, ho, ho!” He laughed evilly as he reached out with one clawed hand towards the sleeping child.
Blood from previous kills dripped from his talons onto the carpet making a ‘tock-tock-tock’ sound as each drop hit the floor.
Suddenly light flashed and Santa screamed in pain as he touched the energy field that surrounded the child’s cot. He stepped back in shock and started to blow on his scorched and smoking fingers. Eyes wide with fear he looked into the dark behind the cot to see a woman step out of the darkness.
He was distracted for a moment as the bear in the cot started to move and grow bright metal claws from its paws and long sharp looking metal teeth appeared in its mouth. He whimpered as the woman stepped towards him raising her hand.
There was another flash and a bolt of energy hit Santa squarely in the chest sending him flying through the air until he hit the wall above the fireplace. Thoroughly terrified by now, Santa Claws tried to scramble back into the fireplace, only to be dragged back into the room by inhumanly strong hands.
Santa Claws looked into the faces of two human women; they grinned down at him as he cowered before them, they carried long sharp swords. Once again Santa Claws made a break for the fireplace.
Swords flashed through the air as limbs and parts of limbs cartwheeled through the air to land on the floor with a thump. Blood fountained up to spray across the floor, walls and ceiling. Finally the swords stopped whirling as Santa Claws’ head bounced across the room to come to rest against a dolls house.
“AGAIN!” Cried Tara as she stood in her cot and clapped and laughed in childish glee.
“Okay Will,” Asked Kennedy as she stepped off the plastic sheeting so that Tina could start rolling it up with Santa’s remains. “What should we do with the bits?”
Willow stood by the cot carrying Tara in her arms making all the comforting noises that mothers do the world over when they think their child has been upset. Tara on the other hand had a big smile on her face and was wondering what all the fuss was about. Rupert the Bearbot had climbed out of Tara’s cot and was kicking the remains of Santa Claws as he lay dismembered on the plastic sheeting.
“Don’t do that Rupert,” Ordered Tina, “You’ll get blood all over your fur.”
Giving Santa one last kick the bear grumpily went and stood by the child’s cot.
“Just wrap him up and put him outside,” Willow instructed, “We’ll have a bonfire tomorrow afternoon and burn the bits then…you sure he’s dead?”
“Unless he can survive being hacked into little bitty pieces,” Replied Kennedy, “He’s dead!”
“Yep!” Agreed Tina as she struggled out the door with the body parts, “He’s stone dead.”
The young Slayer disappeared down the corridor towards the stairs with her gristly cargo.
“How’s my best girl?” Asked Kennedy as she stepped over a bloodstain towards Willow and Tara.
“I’m fine,” Replied Willow, “I’m worried about the effect this is having on her.”
“I was talking to Tara.” Said Kennedy with a grin, she took the child from Willow, “Look she’s fine.” Said Kennedy as Tara giggled and smiled at her other-mom.
“Careful!” Exclaimed Willow; “You’re covered in blood!”
“You’ll have to help me shower then,” Smiled Kennedy, “I wouldn’t want to miss any.”
Willow appeared to ignore what Kennedy was suggesting.
“She’ll probably grow up with a complex or something.” Willow complained as she collected up her magic stuff.
“Look, she’s got two moms and a house full of Slayers who adore her. The worst that can happen is she’ll grow up spoilt and a bit of a brat.” Announced Kennedy sagely.
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle two brats.” Willow replied thoughtfully.
“Lets get this little one back to bed,” Suggested Kennedy, “Then we can see whether you can still handle this brat, huh?”