This is my first Corpse Bride fan fic, so be nice

This is my first Corpse Bride fan fic, so be nice! PLEASE REVIEW. If you write as well you know how great it is to get a review!

PS, I know its VERY short, but its just an introduction to the story, like a prologue

"Victoria?" Victoria turned her head, as she heard Victor's timid knock on her door. Placing her hairbrush on her dressing room table, she stood up from her small plush stool. A quick run of her fingers through her hair reassured her that she was ready.

"Come in." she said, so quietly it was a wonder he heard her. She lowered her head as she felt the blush creeping up her thin neck to her pale cheeks. Although the wedding was in two days time, this was only the second time Victor had been in her room without a chaperone being present. Victoria didn't even want to contemplate the honeymoon…

The door creaked slowly open as Victor entered the room. His sleeves were ruffled were he had been picking at the hems in anticipation. His eyes sparkled in the dim light, shining against his soft, whitish face. One corner of his mouth twitched at the side when he saw her, standing timidly in the middle of the room. Every time he saw her he imagined her in a gleaming white wedding dress, walking down the alter towards him. Whenever he took her hand in his, he could see her face as he slipped the ring onto her finger. The butterflies in his stomach fluttered violently and he felt sick at the thought of it. He knew he shouldn't feel this way, but there was only one face he could imagine happily marrying…

"Was there something that you wanted Victor?" she asked. He pulled himself away from the beautiful face in his head, and drew it back to Victoria's.

"Y-yes…well, I was wondering if…seeing as we are to be m-m-m-," Victor paused to take a breath, "-married… if you would like to…take a walk into town with me." Victoria gasped. She had never known Victor to be so bold, even if he was stammering slightly. Maybe it meant he had forgotten…

No. Victoria might not have been very cleaver, but she was not stupid. She could see the way he looked at her, and how he wouldn't touch her. She swallowed, hoping she was wrong. She walked towards him and tried to put a smile on her face.

"Of course I would. That would be lovely," she murmured taking his hand anxiously. He twitched, but he didn't snatch it back, although, his hand lay limp in hers. Victoria held her breath as she stepped closer, entwining her fingers in his.

"Victor…I know you are trying hard to forget but I am not blind. I we are to be married we must ascertain that there are enough reasons. It's not your duty…"

"VICTORIA EVERGLOT!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" The shrilling voice of Lady Everglot rang through the young pair's ears as Victoria's superficial mother burst into the room. Her eyes widened when she took in their close if unaffectionate position. "HOW DARE YOU HAVE A MAN IN YOUR ROOM WITHOUT A CHAPERONE?! GET OUT!"

Almost relieved, Victor dropped her hand and ran from the room. Lady Everglot frowned at Victoria, her eyebrows tight in disapproval against her forehead. Then, as swiftly as she had entered the room, she turned on her heels and left, slamming the door in Victoria's stricken face.

Victoria slumped over on her chaise longue and held her head in her hands. The look she saw on Victors' face would lie with her for a long time.