Remy sat on the railing of his Louisiana home. His trench coat billowed in the small breeze as he took in the sight of the sun setting over the bayou. The secluded lake sparkled like diamonds in the yellow-orange light. The damp air started to cool, creating a thin mist over the surface of the murky water. The old willow tree hung its branches over the old wooden dock and swayed in the wind to the song of a retreating dove. The scene reminded him of a horror film, but that's how he liked it; creepy, yet comforting.
A voice called not too far behind the Cajun. It was soothing, yet he felt anger toward it. "Remy, dear, wateva' are ya doin' out here?" The familiar thin Cajun accent rolled off of her tongue and a pair of manicured hands clasped around his neck.
"S' nothin', Belle," he muttered half-heartedly, removing Belladonna's hands as he jumped down from his favorite spot. "Go back to ya own guild." As he trudged into the foyer, a deck of cards was suddenly pulled out and started to glow a faint red before he took them out of the little box. The blond woman followed him, casually twirling around once or twice, as if to show off her black wedding gown. White lace ran the border of the sleeves and torso area, where it then layered in semicircles along the stomach. Her hair was tied back with the same lace, but in the form of a bow. She looked stunning, but Remy's mind was sidetracked, and thinking about something he feared would happen at the two southerner's wedding.
Remy sat down one of the many antique thrones, putting the cards away, and leaning over to rest his elbows on the low armrests. He placed his gloved fingertips together. His dark auburn hair shone in the faint light of the lamp behind him as it hung low in his face, hiding the red irises of his demonic eyes. Belladonna sensed the tension in his mind. She walked over calmly and sat on a throne directly to his right. She put her finger under his smooth chin and tilted his head up to her eye level.
"Tell meh what's wrong, Remy," she hissed comfortingly into his ear, never taking her eyes off of his. He returned her gaze, but not for long. She stared to fade away, into the oncoming blackness. As the darkness swallowed his future wife, the room went with her. "Belle?" Remy said watching her retreating form. "Belladonna!" he yelled into the shadows as he stood from the now invisible chair. "BELLADONNA!"