Peter can hardly believe it when he wakes up and finds the house he and Lucien share with the coven decorated for Christmas. Simon has decided they need to have some joy and laughter back in their home, especially after the recent tragedy that the coven has suffered. As friends arrive and settle in, it’s clear that Simon has planned a night of surprises for them all.
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I woke up to an empty bed for the first time since I’d been turned. It hadn’t been that long, but having a constant shadow at all times could make six weeks seem twice as long. After a quick look around, I realized that Lucien wasn’t in the bathroom, wasn’t in the closet. I sought him out with my mind, but got nothing in return. That was…unusual.
Stretching, I got up and slipped on my soft, silky pajama bottoms. My skin was still so sensitive to clothes that it was all I could do most of the time not to go without. I grabbed my robe and headed for the door.
The moment I opened it, I was hit with an odd, yet familiar mix of scents. It smelled like…Christmas?
Well now that really was odd. As I’d found out the first few weeks living at the mansion, very few holidays were celebrated by the coven. Halloween was about the only one and, except for the last one, it was usually a full out orgy on the grounds with most people going half or fully naked.
It was rare to see someone in an actual costume.
I walked down the hallway, scent after scent drawing me toward the kitchen. I could smell sugar and cinnamon and chocolate. Peppermint and clove. But above all of that, I could smell blood. And meat—fresh, raw meat that had my inner wolf salivating.
However, the kitchen was forgotten as soon as I stepped out of the long hallway. Our main living area had been transformed into something that looked like it was out of a holiday magazine. Furniture had been moved away from the large front window and in its place was a huge, decorated Christmas tree. It had to be at least nine feet tall. Lucien levitated near the top, affixing some sort of intricately carved metal star to the tree top.
Speechless, I took in the rest of the room. There were gifts stacked three and four deep beneath the tree. A fire was lit in the fireplace, a number of festive stockings lining the mantel. Rugs and blankets and pillows covered the floor around the fireplace and tree, making me wonder if I’d missed some sort of special call for a Christmas orgy.
This was just…I shook my head, confused as hell.
“Oh, Lucien,” Simon said as he stepped out from behind the tree, still looking up. “That’s perfect.”
Lucien considered it for a moment before landing softly on the floor. “What do you think, Peter?” “I think I’m in the wrong damned house.”