It was the night of Christmas, and Swiss was nowhere to be found. You really wanted to see him before you went to sleep, to wish him a merry Christmas.

You pushed into his room, looking for him, nothing. You went to your room and once you got the door open you gasped..

Swiss was bound up in a chair, red satin ribbon tying him to the chair. One across his face, his fangs poking out as he scowled at you.

“Merry Christmas.” He said, his speech funny from the ribbon in his mouth.