It was perfect, the soft piano music and the standing guests in clean pristine pews. I walked over blood red rose petals. He was smiling at me in his crisp black suit. Smiles were on each side of me, when I heard it, "Isabella."

No, there was no way that he was here. He was dead. Dead.

"Isabella. Don't do this. You'll regret it." I was shaking, but managed a smile on my face, as I continued walking. I'd almost reached the front of the pews, my father's arm locked in mine.

"You asked for it."

No! Everything was a blur, but I remembered snippets.

Then I heard a scream, a cloaked black figure moving swiftly and I fell back, as my father pulled me back.

My satin white dress ripped, and I heard a clutter of screams.

I looked up and the grand chandelier fell, and shattered right on top of the first few pews, and my almost to be husband.

People were screaming, and I looked down to see splattered blood on my wedding dress. I heard it again, "Isabella. Don't make me do it."

"You're not real!" I screamed, scrambling backwards, only to feel someone spin me around, and I saw him for the first time in a long time.

"No!"

"Come with me, Isabella, or all of these people will die."

"Please, why-please."

"Isabella. Now."

"No! No! Not again!"

Suddenly I noticed the person behind him and I cried out, "Daddy!"

"Pick, Isabella. Or he dies."

"No, please! No, it's not fair! Please!"

"Bella- don't care for me, please- don't go with him!" My dad choked.

"Daddy- I love"

"Dead." He dropped the dead body of my father in front of me, soaking the bottom of my dress in his blood.

"They're all going to die now, Isabella." He said, almost in a sad voice. I saw him walk to a pew, but refusing to watch, I started to run, through the great double doors in my stained wedding dress screaming, the screams from inside the church carrying out. I got down the street when he caught me, and I knew it was over, especially when he said, "If these stains come out, I'd love for you to wear it to our wedding."

I passed out, knowing these moments were my last ones of freedom.