A Very Zyan Christmas...

Christmas is a time for peaceful moments and quiet reflection—like when you’re deciding what kind of liquor to use in your Holly Faery Berry cocktail. I considered my options: go with the old classics, or get extra festive with the ghoul-brewed moonshine that one of my clients had given me. Talk about a ho-ho-ho jolly good time. I’d just decided on the moonshine when my roommates rushed into our apartment. Quinn and Riley, my fellow bartenders/supernatural bounty hunters. “What’s got your jingle bells all in a tangle?” I asked, pouring a not-so-careful measure of ghoul liquor into my glass. “Zyan, have you been watching the news?” Riley asked, hands on his hips. “It’s madness out there!” “It’s Christmas. Madness is the reason for the season.” I swirled my glass, admiring my cherry red nail polish as I did so. The liquor let off a distinctive you’ll-regret-me-in-the-morning scent. Maybe a noteworthy warning for mere humans, which I was not. “We’re not talking about crazy crowds cursing each other over parking spots downtown,” Quinn said, her golden witch eyes huge. “We’re talking a bunch of supernatural Christmas legends wreaking havoc on the streets of Pikes Place.” I downed my shot of moonshine straight. “Sounds like my kinda Christmas.” Ten minutes later we jogged towards the market. I carried my katana unsheathed in one hand. Snow sprinkled down on us and crunched beneath my boots. After traveling a block in near silence, I stopped to look at Riley and Quinn. “I’m gonna be really pissed if you pulled me away from my cocktail for nothing.” No sooner had the words left my mouth than a maniacal laugh cut through the night. Something dark streaked across the white streets, an indistinguishable blur. Another laugh. The noise crawled on...