A.N.) I've always wanted to do a Christmas fic! I really hope you guy like this and review this!

Disclaimer: I don't own The Night World Series

Circle Daybreak's Christmas Curses

Chapter 1: First Curse- Frosty the Snowman

Its Christmas time and it's the first time having Christmas at Thierry's mansion. Christmas was only about 2 weeks away. Everyone was so excited, including the boys, even if they didn't want to show it. And a Christmas miracle happened; it's actually snowing at a decent level in Las Vegas, even covering the Strip.

Even now, as the four girls who decorated the room, watch "How the Grinch Stole Christmas", Rashel Jordan stood at the doorway of the main living room, of Thierry's mansion. She just leaned on the door way, staring at the work done by Hannah, Gillian, Poppy, and Maggie.

Green tinsel covered with Christmas lights hung from the ceiling. Red, blue, green, orange, and many more different colors shined from the Christmas lights displayed by Maggie. Poppy taped paper snowflakes to the small windows, still leaving a wide window reserved for later. Sparks fluttered carelessly over the fire that was burning strong, in the fireplace. Stockings made of lacey fabric hung over the inglenook. A wreath suspended off the wall. It was decorated with only one big, red bow on top. But the center of attention was the Christmas tree. It was a 16 footer, which was amazing 'cause the girls who decorated it were on the short side. It was covered from the very bottom to the very top with Christmas lights. Here and there were sphere shaped, silver colored ornaments. Light reflected off the glitter masking the balled knickknacks. Last, for the finishing touch, Gillian placed an angel doll on top of the tree. The angel was complete with a halo and white gown. There was one last decoration Rashel didn't know about.

Rashel's staring was interrupted when something very small tugged her shirt. And if you can guess right, you know this might not be very good. She looked down to stare in the face of evil, but it looked as the way she always saw it. Cute and innocent. This can only mean one person, Timmy!

Timmy looked cute indeed. He was wearing loose PJs. His nightshirt had a little hood for him. He was holding a little blue blanket in one hand; in the other, he was sucking his thumb. Rashel smiled at him and asked, "What is it, Timmy?"

Timmy eyes glistened happily. He took his thumb out off his mouth and gestured for her to come closer. Rashel complied by crouching to his level. "Yes?" she asked. Timmy pointed up. She looked up. Mistletoe was hanging off the door. Timmy pointed to his cheek. "You have ta keep up twadition, Washel." he said, pretending he couldn't talk correctly.

Rashel shrugged and kissed Timmy on the cheek. "There you go, Timmy." Timmy nodded gleefully and walked away. Rashel went out of the door to find something to do.

Timmy was on his way to pour maple syrup inside James's underwear drawer, but was stopped in the hallway. A figure stood in front of Timmy to block his way. This person was known as a non-pleased John Quinn.

"I saw that, Demon Child." Quinn said through his teeth. Timmy looked at him not frightened at all. What was he gonna do about it? Kill him? Out of nothing but a want for fun and cruelty, Timmy kicked Quinn in the shin. Quinn gave a small grunt and held his leg. He was also giving Timmy a scary look.

"If you're bothered about that, then you're more possessive of Rashel than me!" Timmy said.

"Now you can talk right? And when it comes to you, I have to keep Rashel safe, because you're known to be an evil, demonic child!" Quinn stated.

"I try to break you two up twice and you just can't let it go." Timmy said in a sigh.

"Not two times! Not five times! But eight times!" Quinn roared.

"Come on! We both know you don't deserve her, and you're going to just screw up and lose her later anyways. So why not just get it over with." Timmy said back.

"You evil, little DEMON!" Quinn shouted out of anger. Timmy then saw someone in the corner of his eye. Perfect timing, Timmy thought. The little four-year-old crouched to the floor, placed his hands on his head, and began the whimper.

"Quinn! What are you doing to Timmy now?!" Rashel yelled at Quinn with fury. Something out there hates me, Quinn concluded in his thoughts. Rashel ran to the boys and pick up Timmy. "He's just a child, Quinn!" she scolded to Quinn.

"But he's an evil child!" Quinn protested. Rashel didn't look satisfied.

"Hmph! If you can't be nice to Timmy then I guess I can't let our minds come together, through our soulmate bond, for a week!" Rashel punished. Quinn held a look of pure horror.

"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"

* * *

Timmy trotted through the snow. He was looking for someone to ambush in a snowball fight. He couldn't pull pranks on Quinn, because Quinn was probably still trying to convince Rashel that Timmy was the sneakiest, cruelest person in the universe. He passed Mary-Lynnette and Ash. They were just walking around, and talking. And Ash was holding a top hat. Weirdoes, Timmy thought. Ash and Mary-Lynnette noticed the child, and approach him.

Timmy wasn't supposed to be out this far from home, do to Rashel's orders. He assumed Ash and Mary-Lynnette would tell on him. But he didn't need protection. Instead of a wooden knife, Timmy carried a lighter with him. Night World was mostly vampires now, and vampires were bad with fire as much as wood.

"Hey Demon-- I mean Timmy!" Ash said. Mary-Lynnette stepped on his toe when he called him "Demon". You're going to blow the plan! Mare said in her mind knowing Ash would read her.

"I heard how you got Quinn in trouble again, Timothy." Mary-Lynnette mocked.

"My actuwal name is Timmy, Miss Lady." Timmy said using The Accent and The Voice. Timmy knew Mary-Lynnette had figured out about his ego, but it was still worth a try to trick her. It worked; Mary-Lynnette was melting.

Her eyes sparkled, and she grinned. "Awwww! How cute!" Ash turned to her with a shocked expression.

"Mare!"

"Oh, yeah! Sorry. Anyways, you better be a good boy, because Satan Claws is watching you, you know." Mare warned. Timmy cocked an eyebrow. She had caught his interest.

"What the hell do you mean… watching?" Timmy questioned. Ash crossed his arms; he held a big smirk on his face. Mare crouched to the small boy.

"Well, Timmy, Satan Claws sees you when you're sleeping, and knows when you're awake." Ash smirked wider when Timmy turned his head to look for "Satan Claws". "If you're a good, he gives you a break and gives you toys on Christmas. But if you're bad……" Mare trailed off to tease him. Timmy wasn't in the mood for games anymore. His hands did a come closer gesture.

"Come on! Come on! What does he do?!" he said impatient.

"Well, when you're bad, Satan Claws sends his dark Christmas minions to kill you… And we all know you haven't been a very good boy, Timmy." Mare finally finished.

"Dark Christmas minions? That's preposterous!" Timmy said in denial. Ash's fingers fiddled with the top hat he was still holding.

"Oh no, Timmy. They're real. There's one called Frosty the Snowman…" Ash said. "He's a snowman, but alive. But……" he forgot the fake story the guys and he made up. So he had to make up another. "He's a serial killer snowman! And his only weakness is melting. He'll cut you up and devour you guts; use you windpipe for dental floss!" Now Timmy looked nice and scared now. He was shivering in his little snow boots. Mare was so guilty she wanted to bear hug him and confess they were lying. But they had a plan to stick to. Ash knew of Mare's distress and decided to do her line in the charade.

"Why don't you build a snowman before it get's dark? It will make you feel better." Timmy was so traumatized; he only nodded and began building a neat pile of snow for the snowman. His arms floundered around in attempt to get a good grip on the snow in his little itty-bitty mittens. After the snowman was built to the point were all it needed was a head and face decorations, Ash gave Timmy the top hat he was holding.

"It's a just a top hat, Tim-Tim. It's got the decorations needed for its face inside." he said to answer Timmy's confused, yet still trembling, face. And with their part done, Ash and Mary-Lynnette turned to make their leave. Timmy looked frighten and jumped up slightly.

"H-HEY! Where are you guys goin'?" Timmy asked them as they retreated. Mare turned and smiled.

"We're going Christmas shopping." as the couple turned to start walking away again, Timmy waved his arms in the air like a lunatic.

"Wait! Come back! You guys can't just leave me out here by myself!" he yelled at there departing backs.

The poor thing… Ash, can we go stay with him a little longer?

Mare, you'll only be falling for another trick. This is to teach him a lesson.

Are you even sure this plan will even work?

Pretty sure, Mare! Eric said it should work. Thea put the spells on the hat with even knowing what we were planning on doing with it.

It seems kinda cruel though.

He's cruel, Mare. That's why we're doing this.

"Bye Demon!" Ash yelled merrily back at Timmy, and then him and Mary-Lynnette left without another word.

* * *

Timmy had finished the head, made the mouth, and put the two pieces of coal that were in the top hat. He adjusted hit little earmuffs and bit his lip. For the first time, one of his enemies actually intimidated him. He had never been so scared in his life.

A killer snowman? That's ridiculous! he thought. But if it's so ridiculous, then why are you shaking? a voice in his head asked. He couldn't answer that. "I just need to calm down. I gotta finish this snowman, and run as fast as I can to find Rashel! She'll protect me."

He put the carrot on the snowman for the nose and turned run like hell. "Wait." Timmy was still carrying the top hat. It was purple with a black strap and a pink flower. A truly old and ugly hat it was. I don't want to walk in with this in my hand, he thought. Better ditch it.

Without thinking, Timmy placed the hat on top of the snowman's head. Time to go. And then turned and started walking.

But then he heard something following him in his first 5 step back to the mansion. He turned and saw the snowman he created was only a few centimeters behind him. Practically on his heels. I must be tired, Timmy thought in denial. But then the snow on the snowman's sides formed into arms. The mouth on the snowman moved and turned into a big smiled. The snowman drew his arms up in the air, as if, attempting to give Timmy a hug.

The snowman seemed happy, but Timmy was not. He stepped back and held a face of pure terror. Holy guacamole! Ass and Mary-Lynnette were right! Timmy thought. He gonna eat me! Rashel help me!

"Hey there! I'm Frosty! Wanna play?" the snowman asked. Frosty?! It is the serial killer snowman! And he's happy! A true sign of craziness! Timmy thought in alert. He wanted to run away…… but then he remembered something.

*flashback*

Ash: "He's a serial killer snowman! And his only weakness is melting……"

*reality*

Timmy had a lighter in his pocket. (AN: Remember me saying that in the middle of the story?)

"Awwww! You look so sad! Let Frosty give you hug to make you feel better!" Frost said and leaned toward Timmy to hug him. Timmy screamed and jumped back. He pulled out the lighter, set a flame, and threw it into Frosty's chest. Without waiting for his reaction, Timmy ran back to the mansion as fast as he could, screaming, "RASHEL! KILLER SNOWMAN! KILLER SNOWMAN! RASHEL! QUINN! KELLER! GODDESS! ! ZEUS! BUDDHA! AUSTIN POWERS! ABRAHAM LINCOLN! ONE OF YOU GUYS DO SOMETHING!!!!" Timmy assumed the lighter would kill the snowman… he thought it was dying that very second as he ran back into the mansion, literally crying tears and screaming for Rashel.

* * *

Timmy had him head in Rashel's lap, crying his eyes out. Scared to death. Rashel frowned and stroked his hair. "Shhhh. It's okay Timmy. Nothing is going to touch you…" she said trying to calm him down. Timmy sobbed.

"Washel! -sniff- He's gonna -sniff- get -sniff- me! He's -sniff- gonna -sniff- use my windpipe -sniff- FOR DENTAL FLOSS!" Timmy sobbed out. He still used an accent around Rashel.

(Timmy ran all over the mansion looking for Rashel. He had found her in the room she shared with Quinn. He had immediately hugged Rashel tight and sobbed and sobbed.)

Quinn handed Rashel the tissue box for Timmy, and stepped out of the room. Out in the hallway Ash, Mary-Lynnette, and Eric were waiting.

"How's he?" Mare asked. She stared at the floor ashamed. Quinn put his hands in his pockets.

"He's still sobbing. Shaking like a leaf. He basically traumatized."

"I feel terrible!" Eric exclaimed.

"We just wanted to teach him a lesson. We didn't mean to make him cry." Ash said.

"That spell on the hat was suppose to only last a few minutes…" Mare whispered.

You guys are dumb! Someone had used telepathy to contact the four people. I may be scared to death, but now I have all Rashel's attention! You still lose Quinn! Mwahahahahahahahaha!!!

It was Timmy.

"Demon!" the four people yelled together.

"Maybe Timmy should be one of Satan Claw's dark Christmas minions? I'm sure he'd do well!" Ash asked sarcastically.

Back in the room, Timmy was still crying and Rashel was still stroking his hair. But inside, he was smirking.

Timmy was starting to feel better, until he got a glimpse at the window. To his shock, Frosty was right there smiling at him. Out of curiosity, Timmy read his thoughts.

Hey! You dropped your lighter, Frosty thought (and Timmy heard). Frosty held up his hand to show he had Timmy's lighter. We had fun playing today! Let's play again tomorrow! And the next day! And the next day! And the next day! And the next day……

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! RASHEL! PROTECT ME!"

A.N.) Please review! And happy holidays!