I do not own the mortal interments. I really wish I did though. But I don't. *Sigh*
One boy,
One girl,
One Wedding,
Three Deaths.
The morning was normal,
Full of wedding preparations,
One white gown,
Two green dresses,
One green, sparkly warlock.
It was perfect,
Almost.
The vows, exchanged,
One kiss, yet to be,
The dark shadows attacked.
They could do nothing.
They could not fight the demons,
Not Vampire,
Not Werewolf,
Not Warlock,
Not Shadow hunter.
They tried,
But the redhead could not be saved,
The golden lion did not want to be saved.
He took out the blade,
Drove it into his chest.
Took one last look at his family,
And followed his love,
And unborn child,
Into the land of the dead.