Hey! I'm Brookie and here is yet ANOTHER Twilight story for all your hungry eyes. And before you ask, yes, this is a fluff story. *Looks around the room to make sure no ones watching* This story started as a TOTALLY differenet idea, which I'm still going to write, but I just though- hey, why not make a story with Rose's sister and Alister!
For those of you who are reading 'Lone Wolf' or/and 'We Three' DO NOT WORRY I WILL BE UPDATING THEM SOON! I'm a little suck in 'We Three', but hopefully there will be a new chapter by the end of the week, same with 'Lone Wolf'.
So I really hope you enjoy this story and I'm going to say in advance- THIS IS MY FIRST 'ROMANCE' STORY SO SORRY IF IT'S NOT DETALED ENOUGH! But come on, I am only a lonely 14-year-old girl, what would I know about 'Making Love' *Starts grinning like the Cheshire Cat*
So without futher ado, here is the Prolouge for 'Elizabeth Eiana Hale: A tale of Loss & Love'...
Prolouge
"We gather here this evening in the sight of a sovereign God, whom the Bible describes as holy, holy, holy, and in the sight of these assembled witnesses to a ceremony honoring the holy institution of marriage.
"Marriage is not the invention of man; it is the invention of God. The purpose of marriage resides within the purpose and plan of God. Your marriage is to honor God because it was created by God and for the glory of God. As in all of life what matters most in marriage is God.
"I would also remind those who have been invited here today, that you are not here as spectators but as witnesses. You have been invited by this couple to witness them be charged and give vows in the sight of God, before you, and before one another. You have been summoned here to hear vows and you have a responsibility to hold them accountable to those vows. This beautiful wedding party, the guests, and the beauty of this moment is not mere formality and ceremony."
As the priest kept drowning on, Elizabeth Eiana Hale wondered if she would he was actually coming or not, she didn't know what she would do if he didn't.
"The Bible says that God gives a woman to a man, to complement him. I stand before you today to give personal testimony that before Mary was in my life, I was not free as I have been since God graciously gave me a wife. Marriage brings a new liberty according to the wisdom and design of God. What a blessed and glorious reality. You are not perfect and you are not here because you are compatible puzzle pieces that just fit together. You are people who believe the gospel and have committed your life to the word of God and with that you can live married to the glory of God."
Er! God man! Just shut up already! Even if my beloved didn't get her before the vows and 'I Do's', there was still no way I was going to marry this pompus twat!
"George Marcus Royce, I want to say to you today: This is your bride. As her father walked away moments ago, that was no mere formality, and it wasn't just simply symbolic. Something is changing here today."
Huh, he doesn't know how right he is, today everything will change- if it is for better or worse, all depends on my dear Alistair.
And Elizabeth Eiana Hale, I want to say to you today: This is your husband. No one has forced you to be here. You are to joyfully submit to him, to trust him, to follow his leadership. You are making a choice today that George will be your provider, that George will be your protector and you are to love him through submitting to his leadership, supporting him, caring for him, and through being the complement that God has provided him. I would remind you as well today, when your father walked away, something really changed."
I reluctantly turn to face my 'soon-to-be-husband'.
"This is your bride." George said with an air of arrogance and even a hint of triumph, oh this will be good.
I said nothing.
"Ehem." The priest said, nugging his head at me sligtly.
"Oh. Of course." I said and their was an audible realise of air, was everyone holding their breaths? Well this will certantly give them something to gasp about.
"This is..." I said in a clear, if slightly amused, voice, "not my husband." And queue the gasps.
"What do you think your doing?" George asked, trying to hid his anger, unsucessfully.
"Standing up for myself." I replied.
"Why you..." George took one threatening step towards me, and all of a sudden the church doors flew wide open, reveling a rather angry Alistair.
"Alistair!" I cried, running down the aisle, and flying straight into my beloved's arms, "I thought you had abandoned me!"
"Never, my little dove." I spoke in a beautiful, sweet, musical tone her reserved for me alone.
"WHO IN THE NAME OF EVERYTHING THAT IS HOLY ARE YOU?!" A very angry and very load voice practicaly screamed from the other end of the aisle.
"I'm Alistair." He said in his darkest voice, a voice that would make any human flinch, any human but me. "And you have gotten on my bad side.
"I DON'T CARE MISTER ALISTAIR." George continued seemingly oblivous to the fact that everyone was ether staring at him, me or Alistair- their looks ranging from shocked to confused to angry to frightened.
"THAT THERE WOMAN IS MY BRIDE AND SHE WILL BE COMING BACK HERE AND MARRY ME OR SO HELP ME!" George ranted on.
"He may be an annoying ass hole," I said, seeing the death look on Alister's face, "But please, don't kill him... Yet."
Alistair raised his eyebrows at me but said nothing, seeing the want in my eyes- I wanted to be the one to end that ass holes life- for me, for... Ro.
George was still ranting, something about me being his and no one elses, but I didn't have time to find out more as Alistair swung me up into his arms, bridel style, (Which I must say was highly appropriate.) and we were out of the church within the space of a second.
I didn't close my eyes, even though the wind was making me cry, as I wanted to look into my saviors eyes, as was looking into mine.
What seemed like minutes later, and it probally was, we were outside Alistairs home and he was taking me inside.
"Here we are my sweet dove." He looked at me with such love that I leaned my head up to kiss him, thinking that he would tell me it was too dangerous- just like always, but to utter surprise, he bent down and started kissing me with a so much force that, if I wasn't still in his arms, I'm quite sure I would have fallen to the ground.
I pulled away, gasping for breath, only to have him place me down on a bed (How did we get into the bedroom?) as he placed soft, cold, yet pleasing, kisses on my cheek, trailing down my neck.
"Darling, what are you, oh, er, erm, what are you doing?" He was now kissing along my collarbone.
"What, don't you like this?" He said in his silky British accent.
"No, I, erm, I, I do, just, isn't this way past the safety border?"
"Well, yes, it is." He said, removing he lips from my neck to look me in the eyes, "But it won't matter as, soon, you will be like me love.
I gasped and he smirked, kissing me full on my lips, I kissed him back with as much vigour as I could.
He suddenly pulled back and I missed his lips.
He smirked, "Ah, ah." He said when I tried to get his lips back, "This dress just looks terrible on you, did you know that?"
"Does it?" I asked, playing along.
"Yes, not your colour at all. And it's quite loose, hiding such a beautiful body as yours should be a crime!" He told me, trying to hid his smirk as I blushed
"I must admit, it was made for my sister but as she went missing, and no one had seen her wedding dress, mother decided I would wear it. Needless to say, I hate it."
"Well, how about we get rid of it then, hum?" He said as he started undoing the lacing.
"Only if you rid yours too." I told him as he finished undoing the sleeves lacing and slipped behind me to undo the back.
"Not yet."
I stood up just as I felt the last button pop free. The white fabric fell down to the floor leaving me in nothing but my undergarments, however I did not feel vulnerable or afraid as I should, I felt suprisingly excited.
"Well, well." Alistair said, turning me around to face him, "I did not think it possible for you to be any more beautiful, but I guess I was wrong."
"Well," I said, as I moved my hands to the front of my corset and started unting the strings, "You may want to wait a second before saying anything more."
I pulled the string through the last hoop and opened my corset wide. Alistair's eyes went pitch black.
"So beautiful." Was all he said before his mouth started attacking mine.
I was pulled onto the bed, under him, as I took his jacket off of him. I was about to take his shirt of when I got distracted, Alistair had removed his mouth from mine and was now sucking my breasts, making me moan uncontrollably, earning me a small smirk.
I'm not sure how it happened, but soon his shirt was off and then his breeches- soon we were both fully naked.
I lost track of what happened but somewhere inbetween making love and moaning, he bit me, draining a lot of blood as that would make the change finish faster.
The pain was excruating and I couldn't help but scream, even though I knew this was the price of spending forever with Alistair. A little pain for an eternity with my soul mate- I had just underestimated how painful it truly was.
I lost track of the time but I do know that Alistair never left my side through out the whole process.
A little pain, that's all it was. It would be worth it, an eternity with Alistair. Forever to find out what really happened to my beloved sister, Rosalie Lillian Hale...
Ok well I hope that was, ahum, 'Fluff' enough for you. What does fluff mean in this term? Actually, don't answer that. Anyway, I hope your intriged and want to read on.
And before you say anything, I know the corset thing is like 30 years to late but I figured 'She's dating a guy from the 1300's, why not make her look a little more old-fashioned?'
Another thing I hope- I hope my mum doesn't read this story, that would be an embarrassing conversation! LOL
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Till Chapter 1,
Brookie.