He had no name. Which is to say, he had many: On the coast of Scandinavia they called him Nuuttipukki, the Yule Goat. In the Bavarian mountains he was...Klaubauf. In Germany he was Ruprecht, and in older times and more temperate climates he was called Azazel, Capricorn, Pan, Banebdjedet, and Baphomet.His favorite names these days were Old Scratch, or sometimes Old Nick—his way of making fun of Saint Nicholas. But most often at this time of year, people called him Krampus.Once, he had been the. Nly allowing himself to sulk for a couple minutes Felix finally showeredand put on clothing. He wandered down to the lab and, wondering if hecould get access, tried the thumb pad. The display turned green and thedoor quickly slid open for him. 'When in the world did Lucy program myinformation in to the system?' He thought to himself.He went over to the computer Dr. Nguyen was working on before "his"conversion and saw that it wasn't password protected. It appeared asthough a program was left. I slipped outside to the parking lot and had just lit up when I heard a voice behind me. "That is a nasty habit kid" Sara had caught me. We quickly caught up on each others lives as we had seen each other in a few years. About 3 hours into the reception I once again snuck out for a smoke. Once again Sara caught me. "If you keep doing that I may have to punish you" she was smirking as she said it. "Well if I didn't know better I'd say you were following me and trying to get me alone." Her smile. He was checking out my cleavage and looked up at my eyes with a knowing look. I was a little embarrassed, I didn’t know what to say, but he reached over and stroked my cheek, and said, “Damn shame.” “What’s that?” I whispered as he closed the distance between us, now looking down at me with his intense almost black piercing eyes. “Shame that your husband had to pass out so early on a beautiful evening such as this, and leave a beautiful woman like you alone.” And then emphasizing the comment,.