by Ksenia Anske

3 Chapters left to publish! Let's continue our chain story. Read about how it started here.

Please welcome our 7th author, Ilka Kasten Hidalgo (aka @ikhidalgo), in her own words, a "3 point virgin - virgin tweep, virgin blogger, virgin writer. In the last 2 weeks my cherry has been popped in all three categories. With your help I can only get better - please comment and give me feedback."

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BLOODY SANTA vs ZOMBIE SIREN. Chapter 7 by Ilka Kasten Hidalgo 

Laira’s mouth bubbled in anticipation as they led Santa into their cave. She could feel her partners' – or what was left of them – excitement rise as the darkness of the cave enveloped them. Too long have they gone on with prey that didn’t have the thick taste of warm blood to feast on, and this one in particular had blood rushing to their favorite body part to sink their teeth into. But despite their ravenous appetite, this entrée had been planned far in advance and the taste became only more delectable as the flavors mixed with revenge.

As they encircled Santa, his breath become short and quick from controlling his urge to rip off the remaining tatters that covered their curvaceous cold bodies. Laira dropped down to her knees and began to slowly tear his leather pants with her claw. Santa involuntarily closed his eyes as the sound of the tearing and his hardened breathing filled the cave. Too long has he allowed anyone to take control and for some reason he couldn’t explain he wanted them to have their way with him.

The others followed Laira’s lead and began to slowly tear his armor down with their claws, controlling their own urge to rip his body to shreds. Laira was the first to let the noise of pleasure out, and the reaction she received was well what she hoped. Her girls allowed themselves to moan as piece by piece the armor dropped to the floor. Despite the frigid cold in the cave, Claus did not even shiver as his blood boiled and his member ached for a release.

With his armor off, he stood naked like an overgrown gnome. They stood to encircle him again and began to sway and they sang softly:

            Come, come, come to us sailor

            Come warm our cold beds

            Steal, steal, steal kisses oh lover

            Steal life from your heads

            Flow, flow, flow blood in abounding

            Flow the ocean to find me

            Death, death, death without fighting

            Death will take your last breath free

At the end of their song, the circle had enclosed tightly around Claus, the cold touch of their skin on his body caused a throbbing in both his heads and the release was almost too close to control. His eyes were still closed when he felt a sharp pain his left shoulder. He smiled as the feel of cold lips surrounded it.

So it was going to be this kind of night.

He felt another on his chest, this one deep. He started to open his eyes but the darkness was thick, nothing to focus on. Another one on his right bicep, he started to feel the muscles being torn out.

“Whhha?” Dazed words came from his mouth. He opened his eyes wider to catch his surroundings, shaking his head to clear the dizziness.

“Fuck me,” He let out as he watched them with the chunks of his flesh falling from their mouths and licking the hot blood with their tongues knowing that they were only getting started.

P.S.: This is 7th Chapter of BLOODY SANTA vs ZOMBIE SIREN. Here are links to previous Chapters: Chapter 1,Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4, Chapter 5, and Chapter 6.

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by Ksenia Anske

Right. We continue our chain story. Read about how it started here.

Please welcome our 5th author, Lindsay Pate (aka @lpate1). Long time motor mouth and avid reader, Lindsay is currently working on her first novel. It is a love/hate relationship that she hopes one day to come to grips with it and actually publish it. Until then she distracts herself with her new blog, short stories, and her crazy supportive boyfriend and his two beautiful daughters.

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BLOODY SANTA vs ZOMBIE SIREN. Chapter 5 by Lindsay Pate

The ancient elf heard the heartbreaking song once more, but this time another familiar sound accompanied it. Edwin crept slowly towards the clashing sounds. The song was so beautiful and deep and the other noise was a harsh clamor that made Edwin tremble with dread. Walking slowly and steadily towards the commotion, a scene he had never imagined, on the deserted arctic island, came into focus. There stood that fat bastard Santa Claus, looking as disgusting as ever, drooling over three captivatingly beautiful women. 

All three of the women’s clothes were tattered, only accentuating their enigmatic beauty. Each of them stood tall with curves that would make any man feel inadequate. 

Edwin noticed something different about these women, something that made him even more nervous than Santa Claus. So as not to get caught, he hid behind a nearby rock to see what was about to unfold.

Santa spoke obnoxiously, “Ho Ho Ho. What do we have here, ladies?”

The melody halted quickly, and the women stared boldly back at the red goblin.

A woman with long, perfectly straight jet black hair spoke deliberately in return, “Hello Mr. Claus. What brings you to this cold land?”

Santa cleared his throat, attempting to regain control of his insatiable cravings, “I should be asking you ladies that. Why you are on my island? It seems as though we could find a place that would be more…suitable for three enchanting women like you.”

Seeing these women aroused something deep within him that he had not felt in a long time. The cloned elves had been trained to please him in whatever way he demanded, but the thought of these three gorgeous goddesses in bed with him was enough to make him unravel. 

The red headed beauty spoke seductively, “We are here for you Santa, and we have been VERY bad girls.” 

Just hearing the woman speak nearly made Santa explode in his armored pants.

“Well, if you ladies would like to go somewhere a little warmer, we can discuss your punishment.” Santa spoke repugnantly.

“That’s okay, Santa, we quite like the cold, but if you follow us…we would love to show you something.” The third exquisitely attractive blonde woman spoke.

Leering at the three women Santa answered quickly, “Show me the way.”

The women glided across the snow delicately, while Claus traipsed clumsily behind with a big stupid fucking grin on his face. He came to a halt, realizing he was being led into a dark, frosty cave. 

“What is it you want to show me exactly?” He demanded.

“We can’t tell you Santa, we have to show you.” The women all giggled suggestively.

The red goblin, enraptured by their beauty and femininity, followed blindly into the frozen tomb. Finally reaching their destination, the three women began to circle around Santa. A piercing black took over their eyes, where an icy blue had been.  

P.S.: This is 5th Chapter of BLOODY SANTA vs ZOMBIE SIREN. Here are links to previous Chapters: Chapter 1,Chapter 2, Chapter 3, and Chapter 4.

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by Ksenia Anske

Right. We continue our chain story. Read about how it started here.

Please welcome our 4th author, Ross Taylor (aka @LRRoosta). Ross Taylor does not play cricket and escapes the dull monotony of everyday life by writing short stories, none of which are published anywhere. Perhaps one day, after he has died they will be discovered by some inquisitive relative and then forgotten.

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BLOODY SANTA vs ZOMBIE SIREN. Chapter 4 by Ross Taylor

About half an hour before the original security breech, maybe twenty-eight minutes before Santa grumbled to himself about how boring life had become, a very old elf was collecting snow on Kaffeklubben Island.

His name was Edwin and he was a very special elf indeed.

To his knowledge he was the only elf who's name did not contain a number. All the other elves were named So-And-So13 or Such-And-Such26, the number denoting the number of times the elf in question had met his or her end and then been cloned.

Edwin, on the other hand, was the original. There was no Edwin2, and Edwin rather liked the idea that there probably never would be.

It still puzzled the old elf as to why "Saint" Nicholas had not just murdered him, as he had the rest of the original elf crew, why the despicable fat man had sent him here rather than just killing him. But who knew the whims of the insane? Not Edwin. Though he knew for sure that Father Christmas was quite mad.

Old Edwin chuckled as he bent to scoop snow into his bucket. He rather liked it here. Though it was bitterly cold and there was no running water - hence the bucket - the exiled were generally free to live unmolested, and that was just fine with Edwin.

He struggled to his feet and turned towards his little home when something stopped him.

The wind drove snow into his face and he turned away from it, struggling to hear...

It danced on the wind, teasing him, ebbing and swelling in the darkness.

He strained, struggling to hear.

For a moment he thought he had imagined it and almost turned back towards home, but suddenly it was there.

Edwin's breath caught in his throat as he heard the song more clearly. Lilting and mournful, it drifted towards him, speaking of such sadness as could not be put into words.

Hot tears spilled down the old elf's deeply wrinkled face as his heart filled and overflowed with it.

Oh dear, Lord! How could any soul live with such sadness?

The bucket fell, forgotten, to the frozen ground, as Edwin stumbled towards the sound.

Oh, poor soul. Poor, poor soul...

The old elf was consumed by grief. It weighed him down. It dragged on his very heart. It was like all the sadness in all the world, pooled together, somehow and spoken by one beautiful voice.

Edwin blubbed like a child as he staggered into the darkness...

P.S.: This is 4th Chapter of BLOODY SANTA vs ZOMBIE SIREN. Here are links to previous Chapters: Chapter 1,Chapter 2, and Chapter 3.

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by Ksenia Anske

Right. We continue our chain story. Read about how it started here.

Please welcome our 3rd author, Christopher Liccardi (aka @NiteWriter07), who likes to express his bio in the following words: #funny #smart #witty #alwayslookingforastory #constantlywritingsomething #alwayshorny #fiercelyloyal #lovestoplaywithhisdog #workingonthreenovels #shortstories #didImentionhewasalwaysreadytoshowhisladyagoodtime #lovesanythingwithastory #insanelycreative #getslostinhisownstories #anythingelsejustask

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BLOODY SANTA vs ZOMBIE SIREN. Chapter 3 by Christopher Liccardi

“Yyeess Sirr.” Replied the replacement elf. If he made it through the night sitting this close to the red goblin, he would be sure to mark that as an occasion to drink heavily at his next leave of duty.

Having many months of down time to fiddle and tinker with the workings of the RD-2010 Destroyer, he knew this puppy moved like nothing else on Earth. Nearing top speed only moments after departure the new navigator confirmed they were only moments from the target.

“Have you deployed the shielding and Armor?” Santa growled. His blood was up and he was still pissed about missing an evening of the three newest elf wenches he had already mentally picked out.  He was certain though that they would get a good night out of it when he returned.

“Armor and shielding are deployed, holding at 100 percent, Captain Santa.” The elf then fell silent.

“Good. You learn faster but don’t forget how replaceable you are.”

“Never, Captain Santa.”

A moment later the Destroyer was about five miles from its target. The Kaffeklubben Island was a shit hole in the northern most armpit of the Arctic. Acquired in a backwater deal some time ago, Santa used it as a proving ground for his weapons testing and prison. The latter he saved for those especially naughty boys and girls he really hated. It was a place of absolute cold and desolation.

The arctic air gave the entire place a hazy blue green glaze with nearly no sunlight for most of the year. It was depressing being this close and it put Santa in an even fouler mood than before.

His loins ached and he needed a drink.

“God forsaken place. Who in the blue hell would want to come here?”

Santa waited for the sniveling little creature next to him to utter a single word, a syllable and that would be the end of his pathetic life. If he killed at least five more his evening wouldn’t be a total loss.

“Kaffeklubben island approach in ten seconds Captain Santa.”

“Send out a beacon and see if whatever the hell ruined my evening is still alive out there. I want who or whatever it was squirming on a stick in the next hour or else!”

The little elf got up from his seat and headed into the back. No need to respond. The big man was looking for reasons and he was not about to give him one.  Not this close to the holiday season and his paid time off.

Just as the cockpit door opened, the ship's external proximity alarm went off. The red lights and warning siren engaged at full volume nearly scaring the elf into soiling himself.

“Screw the beacon. I am going out there myself and you’re covering flank. Don’t get yourself killed if you can help it.” Santa’s laughter peeled through the ship and with the sound of pure evil.

Santa pulled the two H&K USP pistols from their holsters and checked the safeties. Everything was in order as he opened the closed door and out he went into the cold night.

The wind was strong, strong enough to knock the little elf around like a windsock but he managed to get into the lee of Santa’s huge frame and keep his feet.

As the two of them paced out from the ship and Santa stopped. He had noticed something on the ground right outside of where the destroyer had land-docked that caught his attention.

“Look at these footprints and they’re fresh.” Santa bent down and removed his black glove. He dragged his first two fingers through the track and raised his fingers to his enormous bulb of a nose sniffing.

“Whatever left these tracks is no longer living.” Santa declared.

The elf looked around nervously waiting for his next order. Santa replaced his glove and moved on without another word. There was nothing Santa loved more than the hunt. Women, nice children or evil creatures roaming around on his private island, it didn’t really matter. The thrill was ultimately in the chase… and the kill.

The elf had his tracking gear up and running. The blipping sound was strangely desolate yet comforting out here on the tundra. As the elf scanned the tract of land in front of them he caught something on the gear that made his stop dead.

“One hundred fifty feet straight ahead Captain Santa.” In his excitement the elf forgot to drop the ‘Captain’.

“This better not be some pesky animal all the way out here we are chasing or your head will hang on my this very evening!”  Santa growled over the howling wind.

“Too big to be an animal Santa. Whatever it is, its walking, upright.” The elf responded.

Santa walked another dozen paces ahead and stopped. The little elf running to catch up nearly smacked right into his black military boot.

Ahead of them stood three figures. They were poorly dressed for this climate but strikingly beautiful. Their clothing was in tatters, what clothing they did have and they looked somehow strangely ghost-like.  Each was singing something quiet and haunting.

The elf checked his gear again not believing what he was seeing, chalking the confusion up to the blinding snow and the fear he felt but the gear was never wrong. It was in fact three women, standing twenty-five feet ahead of them.

“Head back to the ship and have them make the chamber and my bedroom ready. Tonight’s adventure is about to begin.”  Santa said in a low commanding tone.

“Sir, they look… something isn’t right here.” The little elf trailed off.

Santa looked down at him and the smile the elf saw chilled him to his core.

“I know. Now go and make things ready. I have some hunting to do. Pray I don’t come after you when I finish.”

The elf watched the big red man place both hands up in front of him in a false gesture of peace he had seen before and heard that all to familiar call before turning and running back to the ship.

“Ho Ho Ho. What do we have here, ladies?” 

P.S.: This is 3rd Chapter of BLOODY SANTA vs ZOMBIE SIREN. Here are links to previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2.

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by Ksenia Anske

Right. We continue our chain story. Read about how it started here.

Please welcome our 2nd author, Andrew Hovenden, (aka @ajhovenden). Between MMA and chasing 6 kids, conflict is nothing new for Andrew. Maybe that is why he enjoys writing so much. The fight between brain, pen and paper is the ultimate thrill. Which wins varies by day. No true losers though in this wild wonderful mystical world called life.

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BLOODY SANTA vs ZOMBIE SIREN. Chapter 2 by Andrew Hovenden

“Ready my sleigh!” Santa’s bellow echoed through the hall as he strode towards the main hangar. His steel toed boots rang on the hard floors and elves squealed in terror as they scattered in front of him. Calling for body armor and his personal arms he gave terse orders that gave him only small satisfaction to see carried out swiftly and with not a just little fear.

Stomping through the East Wing he walked by the banks of cloning cells that lined a large part of this part of his home. Allowing a sardonic smile to briefly cross his hard features he mused that the best thing he had done was to sterilize all the elves and begin cloning them. It had taken him years, not a few kidnappings of promising genetic scientists and millions of dollars, but what else was there to do in this god forsaken wasteland over the last few dozen years.

With elves as a commodity now it was easier to keep them in line. Use and discard that was his policy, a policy that tended to keep them inline and allowed him to play as he wanted. His thoughts lingered briefly on some of the more interesting genetic alterations that his “volunteer” scientists had promised were coming along in time for Christmas.

The massive doors on the hangar bay opened soundlessly before him and he paused for a minute and looked out across the organized chaos spread out over three stories below him.

As the chatter of the working elves rose to where he stood Santa made a mental note to have all of their voices genetically lowered, God he hated their squeaky voices.

It had been years since he burned the original sleigh. No more wood and jingle bells. No more red paint and satin seats. No more filthy reindeer farting in his face as he whipped them along the night sky. Not that he had gotten rid of the reindeer though, too much fun breeding them and pitting them against elves that had fallen from favor. Oh yes the reindeer games were a highly attended and enjoyable event nowadays. 

Elves scurried up to him and he took his body armor and weapons from them, kicking them aside if they did not move fast enough as he strode to the elevator leading  to the ground floor. The elevator descended and he walked out into the imposing shadow of his “sleigh”. Midnight black, almost a full two hundred meters long and fifty wide, it looked more like a mini star destroyer out of Star Wars than a sleigh. Weapon ports along each side and turrets on top and bottom definitely gave a new meaning to Ho, Ho, Ho, Merry Christmas. Naughty now had serious repercussions.

Grunting with satisfaction he boarded and sank into his command chair. All of his chairs’ status lights were green so he barked out the order to launch. Sirens blared and elves screamed as they ran for cover as the oversized engines punched the sleigh forward onto the ice. Santa gave no thought to the elves that failed to move fast enough to escape the back blast.

“Course Santa?” came the query from navigation.

Santa peered over at the elf, almost shocked at the question and pulling his pistol from his shoulder holster shot the impudent elf. “We need a new navigator” He sneered as the smoke cleared. The elevators behind him opened and in perfect silence two elves grabbed the body and disappeared while a third slid into the still warm bloody seat.

“Never speak unless spoken to”, Santa growled warningly. Eyes twinkling evilly Santa ordered, “Set our course for Kaffeklubben Island, engines at full, and remember dear elves, on the bridge it is Captain Santa.”

P.S.: This is 2nd Chapter of BLOODY SANTA vs ZOMBIE SIREN. Here are links to previous Chapters: Chapter 1.

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