-1Bittersweet

By Jadecoyote

Rated: T

(Author's Note: I love Tim Burton very much and own nothing that he created. He is the maker of Corpse Bride not me. Anthony is my own creation)

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference

...Robert Frost

Scene 1

Victor Van Dort removed his top hat as he stepped into the foyer room of their

beautiful home. He and Victoria had been married for twenty-fifth joyful years, but he

could not forget Emily. It was a thought that still stuck with him for years, his poor lost

Emily. The years had gone by like leafs being twirled in the wind until he finally hit his

twenty fifth anniversary. Victory stepped into the main room when he heard a violin

being played and smiled widely. Victor walked to the piano and played the concerto with the keys under his fingertips along with the violin. He stopped playing when his wife

walked in and stood in the doorway.

"Hello darling." Victor said and stood up and accidentally knocked the piano stool

over. The young man who was playing the violin stopped and looked at Victoria and set it

down. He was dressed in a Victorian style black suit and shined shoes, his hair was

unusually long and tired back in a ponytail. Victoria, his mother had tried so hard to get

him to cut it but it was futile. Anthony looked at his mother and father and smiled

affectionately. "Happy Anniversary Mother and Father" he said and walked up to his

mother and embraced her. Victoria looked fondly at her son who other then the long hair

was the exact image of her husband. They might have a lot of money but her son had the

same thing that only ran in their breeding, kindness and the sweet nature. Victor was

watching his son glad that unlike himself Anthony was bolder yet polite, not timid like

himself.

"I am going for my nightly ride and will not make it to dinner, but I feel this

would be the perfect time for you two to spend time together" he said comforting the fact

that his parents even after twenty four years wanted him around. They had never

pressured him into marrying giving him plenty of time. Anthony had always thought that

it was strange that in this time that they never asked him to marry when they were

arranged long ago. He had never heard the whole story about what happened but he

guessed it was something interesting. After kissing his mother goodbye he crossed

through the hall and out the back door to the stable. He was going to ride his favorite

horse Shadow to blend through the night, this practice had been done since he was a little

boy usually riding alone because his father was afraid of horses. Anthony patted the horse and started to saddle up the horse. When he was ready he led the horse out into the field.

The air was unusually chilly but he paid no mind to it. He mounted the horse and with a

squeeze galloped down the path. The woods rose from both sides of him as he rode. Soft

snow fell upon the parched ground as he came to the bridge. Oh how he loved this bridge.

He used to come here with his father on days like this. He observed that every time

Anthony came here his father used to get a far off but never said why. The cawing of the

crows distracted him causing his head to snap up and making him look around. When the

crows started to swoop down in front of his horse he felt fear rising in his chest.

"Woah boy!" Anthony cried but it was too late. The horse nayed and pulled at the

reins in fright. He could clicking of the hooves on the wooden bridge as the horse bucked.

In the struggle to get control his lithe body was thrown off the back of the horse and

hitting the ground. The young Van Dort remembered only the blackness as his head hit

the hard wood.

When Anthony awoke it was to jazz music and loud voices around him. He tried

to look around but all he saw was blurring images and bright colors. Placing his hand to

the side of his head he took in a deep breath. "Where…" he said as his vision cleared. His

own voice died as he saw what looked like men, women, and a short skeleton with a

sword in his chest. Finally he screamed and scrambled to get to his feet. Where was he?

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