A Days of Our Lives Christmas Carol (Read 5,518 times)

[Kpatch]

I love this story already, Andre. It's gripping, it's dramatic, it's funny, and it's sad, all at the same time. Looking forward to more.

[MrsM]

Great start!! Can't wait for more!!

[fluffysmom]

The story is off to a great start. I look forward to reading more.

[André DiMera]

Chapter 2

TITAN
Victor made his way to Titan, and worked there all day. It was 8 o'clock in the evening when he finally decided it was time to go home. However, on the way out, he was stopped by his son, Philip.
VICTOR: What do you want, Philip?
PHILIP: Dad, did I hear correctly that we're going to be open on Christmas Day?
VICTOR: Of course we are! What kind of question is that?!
PHILIP: But, that'll mean I won't get to spend any time with Melanie. And, then she'll probably get mad and break up with me, like all of my other girlfriends/fiancees/wives have.
VICTOR: All the better, then. Honestly, Philip, I don't see why you waste your time with that skank.
PHILIP: I'm in love with her.
VICTOR: In love with her. Bah! Humbug! A girl like Melanie Layton is nothing but trouble! She'll ruin your life! The way you spend money on her, you're likely to lose everything by the age of 30.
PHILIP: But, thanks to SORASing, I am 30.
VICTOR: Thanks to what?
PHILIP: SORASing. It stands for “Soap Opera Rapid Aging Syndrome”. It's when...never mind. I'll explain later.
VICTOR: Whatever. Anyway, back to the plot. Trust me, son. You'll be much happier without a pile of scum like Melanie.
With that, Victor walked out and made his way to the Kiriakis Mansion.

SALEM PLACE
However, he wasn't alone for long. A young man who worked for a charity came up to him.
WORKER: Excuse me, sir? Excuse me?
VICTOR: Oh, what do you want? Can't you see I'm busy being better than you?
WORKER: If I could just spare a moment of your time, sir. You see, with Christmas coming up, it's a good time to be thinking of those less fortunate than yourself. A simple donation...
VICTOR: Tell me, are there any prisons?
WORKER: Well...yes, but...
VICTOR: And, the workhouses in China, are they still in operation?
WORKER: Unfortunately, yes. Though, I wish I could say they weren't. However...
VICTOR: Then, send the poor people there. They'll find shelter at those places.
WORKER: With respect sir, many are not able to get there. And, those that are would rather die than go.
VICTOR: Well, if they're going to die, they'd better do it quickly and decrease the surplus population.
WORKER: But...
VICTOR: I support the places I have mentioned to you. I see no reason as to why this discussion must continue any further. Good day to you.
Without another word, Victor pushed past the Charity Worker and continued on his way. However, it wasn't long until he was interrupted again. This time, by his other son, Bo.
BO: Victor! Merry Christmas!
VICTOR: Merry...oh, shut up, will you?! How can you even think of “Merry Christmas”, considering how awfully poor you are?!
BO: I'm not that poor. Besides, I don't see why you don't enjoy it, you're rich enough. Anyway, you know that I rarely, if ever, ask you for favors. But, this time, I really need some money. You see, it's about Ciara...
VICTOR: Go away! I'm far too busy to be bothered with whatever trivial money problem you're having! Why don't you go down to the Pub and ask your dear “Pop” Shawn Brady for money? Oh, that's right. He's dead. Well, good riddance!
BO: But...
Without allowing Bo to finish his sentence, Victor walked away.

KIRIAKIS MANSION
Soon, he had made it back home. As he approached the door, he saw something strange where the door knocker was. Now, let me stress at this point that the door knocker had not undergone any physical change since the last time Victor saw it. However, when Victor looked at it, he saw not a knocker, but the face of his older brother, Alexander. He was briefly shaken by the sight, but soon shrugged it off and went inside. He began to go up the stairs when he was greeted by Henderson.
HENDERSON: Merry Christmas, sir.
By now, Victor's patience had been stretched to it's limit. He had had enough! He stormed up the stairs, yelling back to Henderson as he went up.
VICTOR (yelling): Humbugs, fruit cakes, and anything else to your “Merry Christmas”! I don't care! What part of “I don't care” does anyone in this town not seem to understand? I just want it to burn, combust, disintegrate, die a horribly painful death in the flames! Just send it to hell! I don't care! Just don't bother me about Christmas!!!
He slammed the bedroom door!

[MrsM]

Oh Victor. You are gonna learn soon enough.

[fluffysmom]

I love your version of A Christmas Carol Andre.

[André DiMera]

Chapter 3 – Alexander's Ghost

KIRIAKIS MANSION
Victor was now sitting in his bedroom. All was silent and still. However, he thought he could hear a voice faintly calling his name. He also thought he heard a strange noise that sounded like two small pieces of metal hitting each other every few seconds. The noise grew louder, as did the voice.
VOICE: Victor...
VICTOR: Who's that?
VOICE: Victor...
VICTOR: Who's there? Show yourself!
A man who looked similar to Victor, but slightly older, appeared. He had chains draped all over his body.
VICTOR: Who are you?
ALEXANDER: In life, I was your older brother, Alexander.
VICTOR: Alex? No, no, that's not possible! Alexander is dead! There's no way you could be him! It's preposterous! You're an illusion! Probably just a piece of roast beef or a poorly digested potato. There's more gravy than grave about you!
The Ghost of Alexander threw his chains around.
ALEXANDER: Roast beef?! Bad potato!?
VICTOR: Okay, let's just say for the sake of argument that you are my brother. Are you able to sit?
The Ghost stopped throwing his chains.
ALEXANDER: I am.
VICTOR: Then, do so.
The Ghost squatted, as though sitting on an invisible chair.
ALEXANDER: This visit will not be long, Victor. I am only here to pass on a message to you.
VICTOR: What sort of message?
ALEXANDER: Tonight you will be visited by three spirits. These spirits will come with warnings, Victor. Warnings for you to change your wicked ways, before you, too, end up like me.
VICTOR: How do you mean?
ALEXANDER: Do you see these chains I carry on my person?
The chains clanked.
VICTOR: Yes, and I know a very good locksmith who might be able to help you out with all that.
ALEXANDER: Throughout my life, I created these chains, link by link. At the time of my death, your chains were this same length. Imagine how much longer they have grown over the years. But, back to these spirits. Expect the first at 10 o'clock. The second at 11. And the third at midnight. I only hope they will be able to help you...before it's too late.
The Ghost of Alexander Kiriakis started growing pale and transparent.
VICTOR: Alex, where are you going?
ALEXANDER: Do not come looking for me again, Victor. For you will not find me. My time on this earth has come to an end. Heed the warnings that the spirits give to you, Victor. They just might save your life.
The Ghost completely disappeared.

[MrsM]

Can't wait to see who the spirits are!!

[sportsgirl]

What a treat, I didn't know we had chapters over the weekend... I can't wait to see also who the spirits are...

[Kpatch]

Sounds like Victor is in for quite a night. I think Alexander was Justin's father. Thanks for the chapter Andre.

[fluffysmom]

I am anxious to find out who the spirits are. I'm really enjoying the story Andre.

[André DiMera]

Chapter 4 – The Ghost of Christmas Past

KIRIAKIS MANSION
Victor decided to turn in early that night. His eyes must have been playing tricks on him earlier because, he was sure that he had, just moments ago, spoken to the ghost of his brother Alexander. But, he couldn't have. There's no such thing as ghosts.
VICTOR: Spirits, pah! Ghosts, humbug! Load of nonsense!
The clock on the wall stuck 10. Suddenly, on the last chime, Victor's bedroom was flooded with light. Victor heard a voice that seemed to be coming from the light.
VOICE: Victor...
From the center of the light stepped a woman that Victor knew all too well.
VICTOR: Vivian, what the hell are you doing in my bedroom?!
VIVIAN: Now, is that any way to speak to your ex-wife? My, my, time has certainly not done any favors to you, has it?
VICTOR: Answer the question, d@**!t! Why are you in my bedroom?
VIVIAN: Oh, didn't you know? I'm the Ghost of Christmas Past.
VICTOR: Oh, god! The first spirit I get, and I'm already doomed to hell! Go away, Vivian! Nothing good can come of your visit!
VIVIAN: Well, now, you act like you don't want to see me at all!
VICTOR: I don't! And, put that hat on! The light is almost blinding me!
VIVIAN: Would you so soon put out the light I give?
VICTOR: The only light you give is of a red color.
The Spirit held out her hand.
VIVIAN: Take my hand.
VICTOR: I'd rather kiss Stefano DiMera!
VIVIAN: I could turn into him, if you'd like.
Victor did a facepalm.
VICTOR: No, Vivian, that is a nightmare that neither I, nor even our viewers could bare to witness.
VIVIAN: Then stop trying to get the part of Max Goldman in the remake of “Grumpy Old Men”, and take my hand!
Victor did so. The two started flying. Flying through the mists of time.

BOARDING SCHOOL – GREECE
It was daylight when they stopped. They were in front of a large school.
VIVIAN: Do you remember this place?
VICTOR: Remember it?! I could walk it blindfolded! This is the boarding school I went to in Greece when I was just a boy! There's John Christopher! And Adam Bricker! I heard he became a doctor later in life! Is that Salvatore Frangione? Why, I believe it is! And, there's Skip Donahue, my word! All the old faces! I haven't seen these people in ages! John! Adam! Sal! Skip!
VIVIAN: They can't hear you, Victor. They're only shadows of the past. Now, let's move on to another Christmas.
The Spirit waved her hand.

THE PIER – SALEM
The two were transported back to Salem. They now saw a young Victor with a young Caroline Brady. What they are saying is unclear, but they are obviously very happy.
VICTOR: My first Christmas...with Caroline.
VIVIAN: The only woman you ever truly loved. Aside from me, of course.
VICTOR: Shut your trap, Vivian!
They watched on as the Victor and Caroline of Christmases long since passed kissed passionately on the pier.
VICTOR: Take my away, Spirit. I wish to see no more.
VIVIAN: Oh, no. Not yet, Victor. There's still one more Christmas you must see, first.
VICTOR: No! I know the one you're thinking of! Please, for the love of all that is good in the world, don't show it to me, Spirit! Please, I beg of you!
VIVIAN: Too late.
Victor and the Spirit disappeared.

[sportsgirl]

Ooh,this is soooo good! Maybe the next past is Caroline leaving Victor for Shawn Brady? Victor has a great memory remembering the complete names for all his old friends...

[Kpatch]

Bittersweet scene of Victor and Caroline. I love using Vivian as one of the spirits who shows Victor the past. Great idea Andre! Great dialogue too. Feels very Dickensian.

[MrsM]

Love it!!!