Christmas time! Your favorite time of year! Snow, love, cheer, and presents! Oh, presents got you every time. Diffrent colored wrapping paper, and beautiful bows, plus, it's the perfect time to finally admit your feelings to the one person you loved, and his name was ...well...you didn't know that yet, BUT YOU PLANNED TO! You'd met him at your work, at the local coffee shop down the street. He always came to order a peppermint coffee during the winter, every Wensday at three sharp. Haha, you were such a stalker. Anyways, today was Wensday, one week and three days before Christmas Eve, so why not ask? Throwing on your coat, you grabbed you bag and headed out the door to the coffee shop.
".....___________?" Your co-worker, Elizaveta, asked, looking at your dazed expression. You glanced over. "Are you staring at a guy?!" A blush spreaded your face. "YES! Who is it!?" She asked. You pointed to the boy with red-ish brown hair, and brown eyes. He had a curl sticking from hsi hair, and weirdly enough, there was something pointing out of his pocket. Elizaveta gasped. " HIM?! " she shrieked. You flinched.
"Yeah....." You blinked.
"Uh _____, don't you know who that is? That's Feliciano Vargas, and he's a sadistic freak! I heard that he cuts up girls after sleeping with them..." You scoffed. Your friend was really and idiot. That's when a mysterious voice rang in your ears.
"Um, bella..." You glanced over, and there stood Feliciano! You squeaked.
"Yes, what may I do for you?" You asked. He looked at you with his passionate brown eyes.
"I was-a wondering if a beautiful bella like-a you would happen to have anymore..spare knives I could use, would you?" He asked, leaning on the counter, a smirk playing in his face. You blushed furiously. Elizaveta grabbed your arm and grinned as she butted into the coversation.
"I'm so sorry! But there's no more knives, just gave the last one off!" She said, swatting a hand and trying to act casual. Felicianos smirk turned into a sad frown.
"Aw really?" he asked. "I needed one for my-a knife collection, so I thought-a I'd ask. Weird, right?" he asked, chuckling slightly.
"No not weird at all!" You cried. "I have a collection of old dolls from my childhood, so I know how it feels to have a collection!" You said anxiously. Now in all honesty, that wasn't true. You didn't even like dolls as a kid, you were more of a tomboy (A/N: I'm sorry if some of you did have dolls or this type of a collection. XD). Feliciano chuckled.
"I see. So...you're-a sure you don't have any knives on you? Not even-a plastic?" You immediatly grabbed a handful of plastic knives and handed them to him.
"H-here!" You said. Elizaveta sighed. Feliciano grinned.
"Grazie!" he said, now more gleeful. "Now all I need is this SpyderCoCivilian G-10 pocket knife, which is also called the 'You too, can-a also have finger surgery'" Feliciano giggled. "But I never was able to find it." You nodded.
"That's too bad..." You said sadly. He chuckled.
"Si, but..." he smirked again. "I wouldn't worry so-a much." You nodded, melting in his hands from his beautiful yet.....sadistic Italian accent. "I best be going." he said, makng you blink. "Addio~" And he headed off. You looked at Elizaveta, your face glowing.
"I know what I'm getting Feliciano for Christmas when I admit my feelings for him." You said. Elizaveta looked at you.
"You're going to spend money on a knife....for a psycho who you don't even know but find attractive?" She asked. After a moment of silence, you nodded.
"Pretty much, yeah." Elizaveta sighed.
"Nuts...you're nuts." But you didn't care. You had work to get to.
As soon as your shirt was over, you headed home and looked online for this SpyderCoCivilian G-10 knife Feliciano was talking about. Google held the answer, it always did. Scrolling around, you finally had found a store, that is located in the area, that contains this knife. Scrolling for the appliance, you it. And it was WONDERFUL! "Perfect. How the pri-TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FOUR DOLLARS?!" You cried. That was way to high for a Christmas gift! You looked over it again...no sale. You groaned. "Well he can kiss that present good-bye." You said. Then, something came to your mind. "Duh, work money!"
Heading over to your purse, you pulled out your wallet, revealing eighty dollars and ninety five cents. You starred at the wad of money on your counter table. God, were you short on cash! Stupid coffee job, you needed a raise, and fast! ....
.....But Ludwig doesn't like you all that much.
You could ask a friend! ....
...But you already owe alot of people alot of money....
You groaned, lying on your couch. How could you get more money for this gift? Sitting up, you realized something.
Buy a replica! DUH! He couldn't tell the diffrence, atleast, you hoped he couldn't. So that's what you'll do, get a knife and spend the next two weeks making it look like this one! PERFECT!
~Skip to the Christmas Eve~
Christmas Eve! Finally! And your present for Feliciano is complete. And it looks pretty damn good to. As you got yourself ready, you headed out the door to work, and yes, you do work on Christmas Eve.
At the coffee shop, you waited for Feliciano to come in. Elizaveta wasn't all to happy with your decisions, but still kept look-out occasionally at the other entrance for him.
The bell sounded, and you whipped your head towards the door, and away from the people you were tending to. Feliciano walked in. You sighed in relief, finishing up the order before handing it off to Elizaveta. Feliciano walked up to you, wrapped in a black coat and jeans.
"Ciao..." he said. You smiled.
"Hey. Same as usual?" You asked. He nodded.
"Yep." You nodded, telling another worker the order before turning back to the Italian.
"Feliciano..." you said quietly. "W-would you mind maybe...coming for a visit, for the holidays? I brought you a present." Feliciano looked at you.
"You-a barely know me...." he said.
"I know, but I just thought I should buy you something, you're a regular customer here, so I figured I should thank you." Feliciano nodded.
"Sure, bello. Of course." You grinned. Pulling out a piece of paper, you scribbled down your adress and handed it to him. "Perfect. Spending Christmas Eve with a beautiful woman like-a you." he smirked. "See you at seven." And taking his coffee, he headed over to his usual seat.
PERFECT DAY IS PERFECT!
That night, you paitentally waited for Feliciano to show. Dressed in your best outfit, you scrunched your hair and added earrings. Then, the doorbell rang. Opening it, you saw Feliciano standing there. "Hi..." You said, blushing at his mysterious yet adorable appearence.
"Hello." he said, walking in. "Merry Christmas Eve." He chuckled. You smiled.
"I have your present, if you want it now." he smirked to himself.
"Si....I'll have it now." You grinned, and headed up to your room, grabbing the box wrapped in Italian wrapping paper. Bringing it down to him, you smiled.
"B-before I give it to you, there's something I want to tell you...." You swallowed your pride. Here we go. "..I...know we don't know eachother well, but you're a really sweet guy and I...really like you. I see you in the shop all the time, and you're kind...when you want to be." Feliciano chuckled. "But still. I like you, and this is the way I want to show it to you." And you handed him the present. Feliciano removed the wrapping paper, and opened the box. His brown eyes widened as he pulled out the 'knife' that he's always wanted.
"G-grazie for this bella!" he said, in a happy Italian accent. You grinned. "How did you manage to pay for this?"
"I had some cash stored away." Feliciano grinned, and gave you and thanking kiss. You blushed, not sure how to respond, until you returned the kiss, and wrapped your arms around his neck. He pulled away slightly.
"Now..." he said in a low voice, his eyes shimmering in darkness. "Let's break this thing in-a, shall we?" he asked. You were confused about his statement. Suddenly, he lunged the knife into your abdomen. You screamed, clutching your bleeding stomach, and falling to your knees. He looked at the knife, and realized then that it was fake. "Aw..." he said, smirking as he knelt down to you. "Looks like you liked to me _____..." he said, trailing the knife down your cheast. You shivered, your mind clouding and your body growing weak. "Addio...and merry Christmas...bella..." he said, smirking, before standing up, and taking the knife, lunging it into your heart, yanking it out, and exiting the house.