Okay, for the hundredth time, I DO NOT SUPPORT SERENA/DAN PAIRUPS! I clearly support Serena/Edward. This was just an idea that came into my head when I found an old Sailor Moon movie. One Shot, All Human!
Many thoughts ran through my head as I walked down the alter, grasping onto my fathers hand. Love, worry, happiness, fear. Even more passed through as I heard his breathtaking voice whispering "I Do" with the happiest expression he'd had since I'd agreed to marry him. I could barely respond with the same answer in time, because I was caught lost in his eyes. Dan leaned forward to kiss me, and for a few seconds, all of my worries and fears drifted away.
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I cannot remember anything that happened after the wedding. I remember getting on the plane, and falling asleep in my beloved's arms. When I woke up on a white, beautiful bed, Daniel was unpacking his things. He noticed my eyes opening, and walked over to give me a small kiss on the cheek. He sat down next to me, smiling.
"Hello Mrs. Harlem," he greeted me, using my new name. Princess Serena Juliette Harlem: it sounded differently than Volturi, but I loved the sound of it.
"Hi Dan," I responded, sure that I was glowing with happiness. He was about to give me another kiss, but his phone vibrated in his pocket. I nodded as a sign that he had my permission to answer it.
"This is Daniel Harlem," he answered. "Yes, I understand." Dan looked at me, and sighed. "Yes, I'll be right there." The phone flipped closed. "Serena, I have to step out for a moment, your castle in being ambushed by a small group. I shouldn't be gone for very long."
"I love you." I held his hand to my face for a second, then let go.
"I'll always love you. And I'll be back very soon, I promise you," Dan promised. He quickly left the room.
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So I waited. Hours passed, but Dan never returned. I sat down, on the bed, in my wedding dress, waiting for his smile, but it never came. The doorbell rang, and I ran to get it, thinking that Dan forgot his key. It was the messenger, Antonio, and he handed me a letter. I knew what had happened a second before I read the note.
Princess Harlem,
We are sorry to inform you that your husband, Daniel Harlem, was shot and killed in a battle at Volterra Castle. We apologize for your loss.
Pain shot through my heart like the bullet that had pierced his. I never saw Daniel again after that night, and I never would.