AN: I just randomly thought of this story...so yeah.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, and if you think I own Santa Claus then you must be crazy.
It all started as a normal Christmas Eve, and then...
"What the heck is that!"
At the sound of Alice's scream I turned around, just in time to se a large deer rampaging through the yard, a long pair of reins trailing behind it and a thick rope tied around it's waist. It had a bright pink collar, the bell ringing as it swing its antlers back and forth, obviously trying to get free of the rope. As we watched, the deer seemed to step up, its feet glittering slightly, and it literally began to walk on the air!
"No way," I murmured.
"Dancer!" I heard a shout.
We all turned around and an elf padded out of the clearing, at least I assumed it was an elf. He had on a pointy green hat over his pointy ears. His whole attire was an emerald color, outlined in red. I gasped.
"What is going on here!" Rosalie was fuming, her fists on her hips.
The elf turned to face the angry vampire. "The girl flew here in her haste to escape, it was a long flight for the girl and it honestly worries me."
I raised an eyebrow. "Are you telling me this is Santa's Dancer?"
"The one and only," the elf responded. "The other twenty reindeer are still at the north pole, but this one went crazy all of a sudden."
"Twenty-one reindeer?" I asked. "I thought there were only nine."
The elf shook his head. "The other reindeer just aren't well known. There's Dasher and Dancer, Prancer and Vixen, Comet and Cupid, Donner and Blitzen, Skip and Flash, Jumper and Hydro, Melody and Harmony, Fleck and Splash, Hope and Courage, Star and Tinsel, and of course Rudolph."
I practically took a double take. "I had no idea it took so many reindeer to pull a sleigh."
"Well it does," the elf said, "And we need this one if we're going to get back up into the air. We barely even landed safely."
I glanced back at the frantic reindeer, its eye's wide. "Did you guys try to catch it with the rope?"
"Yeah," the elf admitted sheepishly. "We're getting behind schedule and didn't know what else to do."
I nodded my head. "Let's calm her down and get the rope off her."
"It's probably making her more panicked," Esme added.
"What's your name by the way?" I asked.
The elf looked up at me. "Jingle."
I giggled slightly. I should have known.
So we cornered the deer from multiple angles, Emmett, Jasper, and Edward in the trees in case it decided to fly. My mother approached it ahead of us, eventually laying a hand on the panicked yet tamed animal. "Shhhh, girl."
We were surprised that the reindeer had allowed contact from a vampire, but we didn't say anything as she stroked the girl's coat, her finger tracing along the very dark brown, almost black, fur. "It's alright."
The elf came up to her then, grabbing the reins. He scrutinized her closely for a moment before his eyes opened wide. "I know what's wrong." He bent over and reached out to her, pulling back quickly. Dancer let out a shriek and thrashed once before calming quickly back down. Jingle held up his hand for us all to see. In his hand was a long and thick thorn, certainly painful by the looks of it.
"Poor girl," Mother murmured.
I sighed and reached toward the reindeer, taking the rope in my able hands and untying it slowly before feeling it slip off. "Now what?"
"Well..." the elf padded back into the woods, pulling out another reindeer. It was a lighter brown and didn't have on a collar. It sniffed the air and let out a kind of moaning yell. Dancer responded with the same sound and they made their way over to each other, rubbing noses.
Jingle smiled. "Meet Dasher."
We all oooed and ahhhed at the deer, but then Jingle said something else. "It would be easier if one of you vampires could ride Dasher back, and quickly. Then he turned and said, "We also need help quickly dishing out presents, do you think the rest of you can wait here and we'll pick you up in the sleigh?"
I immediately stepped forward. "I'll ride Dasher."
The others nodded, and Carlisle said, "We'll be waiting here."
I smiled and padded up to the reindeer, Jingle throwing its reins over its head. I pulled my sixteen year old body up onto the deer pretty easily, gripping the reins tightly. "How do I start this thing?"
Jingle laughed. "Just hold on tight..."
"Renesmee," I told him.
"Alright," Jingle continued. "Hold on tight, and say what they always say in those poems."
"You mean on, Dasher?" I asked, and wasn't prepared when the reindeer leaped forward, the magic glitter seeping from its hooves and its ears flicking back at me for instruction. I let out an excited chuckle. "This is amazing!"
Jingle mounted his reindeer, letting out a, "On, Dancer!"
He joined me in the air. "It is, isn't it?"
I smiled widely and nodded my head at him. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. We were in the hair, on flying reindeer. For the reindeer though, it wasn't like they were flying, but more like stepping on solid ground...while in the air. It was a confusing concept, and I didn't really understand. But I didn't have to. All I got was that I was in the air, on Santa's reindeer!
Jingle glanced back at me once before flickeing his reins and Dancer started quickly, flying as fast as a vampire ran. I copied him and soon caught up, meeting his eyes. This ride was going to be like no other.