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Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (ACD)
Rating: Gen
Length: 300
Notes: From my The Were & the Nightwalker AU. Holmes is a vampire. Watson is a werewolf.
For: Day 20: a very fun haunted Christmas tree.
Summary: Holmes learns the true meaning of Christmas.
A most unexpected sight greeted me when I returned to Baker Street on an evening in late December.
A Christmas tree stood proudly in the sitting room of 221B.
“Holmes?” I called, but there was no answer from the bedroom.
On the previous evening, I had finally won my beloved companion—vampire, consulting detective, and veritable Scrooge—round to agreeing to some semblance of Yuletide celebration, but I hardly expected him to go in for a tree! I would have considered a few sprigs of holly and ivy on the mantlepiece a triumph.
It was, admittedly, an odd tree.
Apparently, Holmes, never able to resist a touch of the dramatic in the best of times, had not been content with a simple fir. The tree was white, not green. The hue must be a result of Holmes’s occult magic, I concluded as I stepped closer to inspect the hoary needles, and not some natural arboreal albinism.
The ornaments on the tree were, by stark contrast, black, specifically they were orbs of tightly wrapped silk. They were hanging from ribbon attached to delicate hooks that, I peered closely, bore a striking resemblance to…
…claws.
“ARGH!” I screamed as the tree erupted in a black-winged storm.
The ornaments awoke, unfurled, and, en masse, began to swarm about the sitting room, screeching.
Holmes manifested from behind his armchair howling with laughter, clapping his hands together, his face pinched with mirth and non-existent tears pouring down his cheeks.
I shot him a furious look as I swatted at the bats, which were still circling. Two enterprising members of their cauldron were trying to make away with my hat!
“That is what you get for teaching a nightwalker the true meaning of Christmas, my dear Watson!” Holmes cried.
“God bless us every one,” I grumbled.
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (ACD)
Rating: Gen
Length: 300
Notes: From my The Were & the Nightwalker AU. Holmes is a vampire. Watson is a werewolf.
For: Day 20: a very fun haunted Christmas tree.
Summary: Holmes learns the true meaning of Christmas.
A most unexpected sight greeted me when I returned to Baker Street on an evening in late December.
A Christmas tree stood proudly in the sitting room of 221B.
“Holmes?” I called, but there was no answer from the bedroom.
On the previous evening, I had finally won my beloved companion—vampire, consulting detective, and veritable Scrooge—round to agreeing to some semblance of Yuletide celebration, but I hardly expected him to go in for a tree! I would have considered a few sprigs of holly and ivy on the mantlepiece a triumph.
It was, admittedly, an odd tree.
Apparently, Holmes, never able to resist a touch of the dramatic in the best of times, had not been content with a simple fir. The tree was white, not green. The hue must be a result of Holmes’s occult magic, I concluded as I stepped closer to inspect the hoary needles, and not some natural arboreal albinism.
The ornaments on the tree were, by stark contrast, black, specifically they were orbs of tightly wrapped silk. They were hanging from ribbon attached to delicate hooks that, I peered closely, bore a striking resemblance to…
…claws.
“ARGH!” I screamed as the tree erupted in a black-winged storm.
The ornaments awoke, unfurled, and, en masse, began to swarm about the sitting room, screeching.
Holmes manifested from behind his armchair howling with laughter, clapping his hands together, his face pinched with mirth and non-existent tears pouring down his cheeks.
I shot him a furious look as I swatted at the bats, which were still circling. Two enterprising members of their cauldron were trying to make away with my hat!
“That is what you get for teaching a nightwalker the true meaning of Christmas, my dear Watson!” Holmes cried.
“God bless us every one,” I grumbled.
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