"Bloody hell, Suvie, we're late!"
She groaned as she heard her brother bellow at her in his thick Scottish accent as he charged down the hall like a raging bull. Come to think of it, that was a rather accurate description of him.
Gaoth, or G-man as he was called, was built like a god. He had huge, muscular arms the size of small trees, each capable of easily lifting a full-grown man. His shoulders were broad and his neck was thick, but in a way that was not ungraceful. Though his movements were normally bear-like, he could dance with the ease of wind through the willows and he was easily capable of sneaking up on someone on his cat-like feet. Gaoth's eyes were usually a light blue but easily turned to dark gray when offended or threatened. His thick, black hair shone in the sunlight and swallowed the darkness of a moonless night. All in all, he was absolutely glorious.
Vesuvia shook herself as she thought that. She might as well get used to competing with her long-lost brother for attention. Which proved to be a challenge for both of them for, as Gaoth was large and powerful, Vesuvia was slender and quick.
Suvie gathered her wits before falling out of the bed in her brother's guest bedroom. She felt a bit ashamed that she couldn't remember a thing about what had happened at Emma's hen party last night.
Vesuvia got up off the floor and hit the ground running as she slammed into the bathroom, splashed her face and brushed her teeth while shimmying out of her wrinkled clothes. She hopped into her dress, grabbed her shoes and make-up bag, and sprimted out the door to G's crossover.
"Dammit, Gaoth, why did you let me sleep in like that?"
"Suvie, ye daft girl, ye didnae see the state o' yerself when ye dragged in last nicht. Ye looked a bluidy mess!"
Suvie blushed, whether from embarrassment or anger, she couldn't tell which.
They arrived at the church with two minutes to spare and they dashed to their seats on the bride's side just as the music started to play.
The wedding was lovely and went by smoothly. It all started to shatter at the reception.
Emma had been insistent about having someone monitor the television while everyone else was dancing. Said she "just knew" something was going to happen today. Vesuvia happily accepted the task as her hangover was beginning to pick up to its full force. She was just about to doze off when the breaking news jingle sounded from the tv.
"What you are watching is a live broadcast from one of our American affiliates of the sudden attack on New York City." As the announcer yattered on, Suvie straightened in her chair and hollered at the top of her lungs for people to come in and watch this. The music cut off as the screens which had been displaying pictures of the bride and groom's lives switched to watching the chaos ensue in the Big Apple.
There were tears and gasps all around as the wedding attendees watched the city that never sleeps be turned into a battlefield of Homeric proportions.