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He wasn't sure what type of gift to get Calcifer or if he even celebrated Yule but he had sneaked into his house to place a vial filled with his own addictive blood on his desk for him to find that had a tag on the lid that said: I don't know what to get a vampire but hopefully this will please you love Lupin x.

finding the vial of blood was a delightful gift. his eyes brightened and a smile pulled at his lips as he looked at the tag on the vial before holding it in his hands. it's a small vial and clearly it's not enough to satisfy the hunger, but it is a thoughtful idea. he wouldn't have thought of it himself. in fact, Lupin had pleased the vampire with this gift as he holds it close to his heart before slipping it into his pocket. he pulls out his cellphone and sends the other a quick text message to assure him that he'd received the item and that he loved it.

[ sms -> Lupin ]: thank you for the gift. i will be enjoying this with my breakfast.

then, he gets up out of his seat and heads his way to the kitchen to make himself some waffles and to smother them in his favorite snack.

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Scratch shoves a woman forward tied up in a crimson red bow. She screamed and pleaded for help, but only for it to be muffled by the ribbon covering her mouth. "Merry Christmas, Calcifer."

well now, isn't this an interesting one ?? he hadn't been expecting this kind of christmas gift. while he's been given a few gifts ( and he's uncertain as to why still ) this one probably tops the cake. he takes a step forward and runs a finger down the woman's face, delighted by the squirming and tears streaming down her face. usually he doesn't kill people for no reason, but he could have fun with this one. he's feeling particularly devilish as he meets Scratch's eye with a wide smile on his face. "thank you for the gift, Scratch. i'm going to enjoy this." then, he's picking up the woman's wrist and putting it to his mouth and bites down. he can feel warm blood pouring into his mouth and immediately feels a sense of relief as it pumps through his veins. when he pulls away a moment later, he's got blood on his lips and a grin to match, his eyes flashing gold. oh, he's going to absolutely enjoy this.

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"i'd kill him and then myself," he says, wrinkling his nose in distaste. he can't believe some vampires even celebrate the damned holiday. like you're dead, what's jesus going to do to you, you've literally done exactly what he did and you didn't have to do it for anyone's sins or whatever. he just doesn't get it. "every year is just like the last one. trust me, i've been around long enough to know that nothing really changes. people are still the same shitty people they've always been; next year won't be any different."

"i had to sneak away during a feeding cause some prick vampire started singing christmas songs. it was the worst experience i've had in a while." lacey used to celebrate the holidays, but after he faked his death, he stopped celebrating any holiday. it didn't make sense for him to care. "i'm over this year and want it to end already."

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*feels irritated and aggressive for no reason*

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Annie holds out a small box wrapped in bright pink wrapping paper. "I know you're not huge on Christmas but.. I did get you something."

Calcifer's face twists into that of discomfort as soon as Annie presents the small gift, a smile evident on her face. it's not that he dislikes Annie or anything she does, but really ?? a christmas gift ?? he didn't even get her anything- he was far too engrossed in ignoring the holiday season as much as he possibly could, he never even considered the possibility that maybe it was expected of him to get her something. guilt gnaws at him as he looks down at her hands, staring at the gawdy wrapping paper, debating if he should just tell her he doesn't want it before finally just taking it from her hands to open it up.

he may as well just get this over with. it's better to give in to his girlfriend's whims than make her cry because he'd been an asshole again. he doesn't want to break her heart, after all. as much as he detests the holiday season, the last thing he wants to do is see her cry on her favorite holiday.

"you know, you didn't have to get me anything," he says as he carefully unwraps the gift. "if i had known, maybe i'd have given you something." all he has is his presence to offer her and nothing more. he knows she likes her materials and the guilt returns with a vengeance, but he pushes it away as the present reveals a tiny black ceramic cat. it looks a lot like Salem- well, it's a black cat, he supposes it could be any black cat, but he'd like to imagine other similarities besides that. included in the box is a certificate for a free kiss which has him rolling his eyes in a fond manner before he's looking at her with a cant to his head.

"just one free kiss ?? that's all i get?" he teases and closes the box back up. he'll put the ceramic cat somewhere later. for now, he supposes he can redeem that kiss.

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"Do you want to set some people on fire today?"

set people on fire ?? on today of all days ?? Calcifer doesn't have to be asked twice as he swings his head around to grin at Kai, clapping his hands together. "i thought you'd never ask." truthfully, there's no better way to celebrate the holiday season- with someone he enjoys hanging around and burning people alive ?? come on, you can't get better than that. as someone who hates the holidays, it's certainly a way to get him into celebrating something; this celebration just happened to involve burning people alive. merry fucking christmas or whatever, Calcifer and Kai are about to put on a fucking show.

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She's got a six pack of his favourite alcoholic drink, and a smirk on her face.

"You know there's an abandoned little trailer park ten miles from here. Want to get drunk and light shit on fire?" She purred.

It wasn't often she let him go ham, it was dangerous after all and she was paranoid- but this is a special occasion she thought they could both use some letting off steam time.

Stepping forward to put the six pack in his hands, she also leaned over to kiss the corner of his mouth.

"Happy holidays buttercup."

Calcifer detests the holidays. he always has. considering he's never really celebrated it to begin with, he's never seen much of a reason to care about it. people get so fake with it and Calcifer hates fake people. all he wants to do is go home, get drunk, and not thinking about anything at all. maybe go on a little hunting spree and enjoy ruining lives this holiday season. however, when Katherine makes an appearance and is holding up alcohol ( his favorite in fact ) there's a moment of hesitation in his step.

while normally he's decline any kind of gesture from anyone, this is Katherine and Katherine rarely gives out gestures such as this. besides, when she mentions burning shit, his interest is immediately peeked. honestly, spending time with his favorite vampire and lighting things on fire was one hell of a way to go about celebrating christmas festivities.

he takes the six pack from her and feels a loopy smile pull across his lips when she kisses him, unable to resist her charming ways. he's always been a sucker fore his sire, that's for damn sure- and she knew it, too.

he shakes his head, wiping away the stupid look on his face and clears his throat as he looks down at the six pack in his hands. he was planning on getting drunk anyways. "you know i can't say no to lighting shit on fire," he says, amused by the whole thing now that he's shaking off his grinch persona. perhaps the holidays won't be so bad this year after all.

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One day Emery was going through antique stores when he spotted this interesting painting for a black cat that screamed Cal will love this. It was a moment where you see something and it calls to you. Plus it reminded Emery of Salem. So he happily bought it as a Christmas present. Putting a simple bow on it, Emerson leaves the painting on Cal’s front porch.

He leaves a note that says:

My dearest Cal,

You changed my life the first time we met. I saw you and I knew I needed you. I was only scared when I said I didn’t belong to you. I was only fooling myself because when I first saw you, I knew I was yours.

But anyways, I saw this painting and thought of you. I hope you like it. It reminds me of you and Salem.

I also have another present for you, but it’s a surprise. 😉

Forever yours,

Emerson Grey

if there's one thing about Calcifer that everyone should know, it's that he absolutely hates the holiday season. he hasn't celebrated Christmas in . . . actually, he's never celebrated it now that he's thinking about it. still, when he finds the present waiting for him on his porch, he has to consider his reaction carefully. what he wanted to do was leave it unopened on his porch and let the strays destroy it, but he knew that would break Emerson's heart and while Calcifer hates the idea of someone giving him anything for Christmas, he's not about to make Emerson sad- especially because he was finally getting him to be normal with him again.

that being said, he takes the gift inside and closes his door. so much for going on a hunting trip- his meal would have to wait while he sat down at his desk to open the gift.

he reads the note first, unsurprised to find that Emerson is the type to go all out for the holiday. as much as he adores the human, it's hard for him to understand the attachment he seems to have on the holiday. nonetheless, he puts the note aside and opens the gift, finding the portrait of the cat inside.

it's a sweet gesture, really, it is. in fact, Calcifer hangs it up in his office only moments later. then, he's pulling out his phone and sending Emerson a text message with a slight huff. as much as he'd prefer to go out and hunt and then stay home all day and pretend like the holiday just didn't exist, he wasn't about to leave Emerson hanging. besides, he was curious to know what the other gift is. he has some ideas, but he's not going to find out by just sitting here.

[ sms -> Emerson ]: so what's the other gift? [ sms -> Emerson ]: btw it would have been nicer if u would have just handed the gift to me instead of leaving it for me to find . . . what if a bear stole it?

he chuckles quietly at his own message before hitting send. for a moment, he feels guilt for not having gotten Emerson anything for the holiday, but the feeling is gone pretty quickly. he'll just grace Emerson with his presence instead and sends him another message, informing him that he was coming over. that's the best gift he can offer.

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btw i'm replying to my inbox now lmao y'all really sent Cal a bunch of things for Christmas and it's so funny cause he absolutely hates the holiday- more than i do cause he didn't get anyone anything this year. sorry to his significant others, he actually forgot he's expected to give something other than his presence.

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"christmas is just about over which means i no longer have to listen to that god awful music every time i go out. halle-fucking-lujah." cue him downing a shot of tequila. this is the best way to celebrate the holidays- fucking smashed, so then he can forget it ever happened in the first place.

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once i have my muses under control over on my multi, i'll be here more. i've just been all over the place trying to get everything done over there so i haven't been giving Cal any attention and he's getting mad at me. expect me soon.

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*boops you gently on the nose* hi, did you miss me?

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me being exhausted has made it hard for me to write again. i've even put music on but honestly, i might just go to bed.

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i will be here tomorrow to do replies. sorry, again i've been working on my multi and i just finished another muse page and this time, it's someone connected to Calcifer <3 you can meet and interact with Bex now. she'll be over at @theyignited if u wanna interact with a little demon.

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sorry i've been on my multi for the majority of the last couple of days, but i've been indulging in making muses connected to Calcifer and it's gonna help me really get into his characterization a little bit more, to have characters to help flesh him out a little more. obviously i can't write with myself, but i can write these characters in threads since they're mine and i think i just might do that, if no one is opposed to seeing muses in Cal's life. like the woman that turned him, her adopted brother, and then Cal's bestie. those are the three characters i'm going to be making in the next couple of days so i'll probably be promoting them when the time comes.

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Calcifer can feel every intake of breath and every movement that Lupin makes and it makes him grin. he's pleased with himself as he nuzzles his face into his neck, drinking his blood as freely as any vampire could. but this moment ?? this moment was special. he was the first ( and hopefully only ) vampire to feed from Lupin. he was going to take that fact and keep it for safe keeping. no one else was going to have the glory of drinking from him- he was going to make sure of it, if nothing else. Lupin was his and he'd see to it that everyone knew that.

when Lupin tilts his head further for Calcifer, that grin only seems to grow, though he's already detached himself from him. "you're pretty," he says with a quiet purr, running a finger down the side of Lupin's neck, finger slipping into the spilled blood. "when you're like this." then, he's dipping the finger, now covered in Lupin's blood, into his mouth, sucking on it. he pops the finger out with a wet pop sound as he extracts it from his mouth a moment later. he watches Lupin the whole time he does this.

"i don't know why it does it," he begins, shrugging his shoulders. "but my blood heals others. i guess it's a way of making up for the fact that i'm drinking your blood." he notices Lupin refusing to meet his eyes and chuckles at the sight, shaking his head in mild amusement. he doesn't mention it, though. "alright. we'll go to your apartment. let's go."

His lungs that haven't exhaled or inhaled air ever since he conjured himself a body on account of him being an entity who didn't need to breathe to stay alive force out a shallow breath as he continues to drain him of his blood and his fingers settle against the back of his neck, tousling the strands of his dark hair when his teeth sink in deeper, which causes a soft sigh to escape his lips as his eyes slowly start to close.

His head tips instinctively to the side, baring more of his neck to him, should he decide to drink more of his blood instead of pulling away. It was a sign that he trusts him completely and he presses a hand gingerly onto the side of his throat to stem the bleeding once he unlatches his fangs from his neck after he tells him he has drunk enough. He feels slightly lightheaded as blood continues to drip through the cracks between his fingers, staining everything that it comes into contact with, like his expensive black silk shirt and it reminds him of Mina Harker's blood-soaked nightdress after Count Dracula drained her unwillingly of her blood on the balcony of her bedroom while her husband slept right through it.

❛How exactly will drinking some of your blood heal me?❜ He tries to keep his voice steady and monotonous but it is impacted by the injury nonetheless, as it has a raspy quality to it that gives away he is in pain. He deliberately avoids making eye contact with him to stop him from seeing how repulsed he was at seeing his own blood dripping down his lips. ❛I forget that you vampires are such messy eaters. You actually remind me of my flying fox familiar when he has finished gorging on watermelon. Why don't you clean yourself up first and I may consider your offer of drinking some of your blood? My apartment is just around the corner. I can teleport you over there if you like. ❜

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he catches the look on her face, but of course he doesn't heed the warning- not really. he doesn't care enough to worry about insulting her or upsetting her in any way, but he is still careful with what he says next. maybe he does care- a little bit. or maybe he's just curious to see what would happen if he listens like a good boy. "meet your wolf?" he repeats, his eyebrows raised in intrigue. "as much as i'd love to, you know, werewolves and vampires aren't known to get along. i don't think your wolf would like me very much." not that he'd blame it, of course. not many people are particularly fond of this vampire anyways. he's charming in his own way and he can deceive you into liking him, but there's a darkness that lurks just behind his azure gaze that's haunting his every footstep.

he chuckles quietly as he looks away, gesturing with his hands. "i've met werewolves before, sure, but most of them don't like me. it's hard to get a read on wolves when they won't get within ten feet of me. i think werewolves are fascinating. i have no grudge against any of you- you don't try to hurt me, i won't try to hurt you. simple as that. is that such a bad thing?"

Calcifer’s question has her nose wrinkling. A quick glance shot upwards, leveled to tell him to watch what he says. Of course, she doubts he will heed it… people rarely do. But still, a warning feels better than the lashing out that her insides are begging for her to do.

“Y’know… I am. Wanna meet it?” A shit-eating grin lights up her face, sparkling her eyes. She looks a little deranged when she’s not scowling. Their smile drops pretty quickly and they return to fiddling with their hands, then pick at a food stain on the thigh of their jeans. “Makes me look like a damn ray of sunshine.”

She’d never let it out, though. Not if she could help it, at least. Only when she was alone, somewhere far removed from society. While it is a monster, and she is an asshole, she’d never intentionally go on a killing spree. Not yet, at least.

“Ain’t you ever met a werewolf before? You sure are gawkin’ at me like ya haven’t.”