The rings slipped on, on both of their smiling fingers, as if they were shaped just for them and them alone.
They kissed, deep and perfect, sealing the deal for the death that would come on wedding sheets and wedding pillows.
The stupid couple plunging into death together, holding hands and fingers to a undead heart that forgot how to beat, as family watches in horror, it's over now, it's over, she's dead and buried in the lies that line her coffin.
Secrets lie in each of their cold hearts, secrets that could break this false bliss and shatter this picture perfect horror movie that's playing out before them.
Drop dead beautiful dark angel with a smile full of temptation and forbidden love it grows even now in her heart and in her mind, there he is her deadly little serest, howling for Rosalie Hale, beautiful blood sucker, his soul mate.
Trails of silk follow her, bridesmaid and soon sister, the foolish happiness and bliss that seems to be filling up her brother-dear and sister-dear escapes her as she watches Bella march off to her death.
All her thin pale fingers want to do his shake her, screaming the truth in her dazzled little face, your going to die, become a monster, foolish girl!
But with a smile, brightly false on her lips she walks down the red carpet letting the dress follow behind her and all she could think of was what sister-dear was becoming, monster, monster, monster with a charming smile.
Little pixie girl with a hard mouthed smile follows, husband on one arm and stupid git of a brother on the other.
She's seen it already, the flowers,' and lilies for his little flower', the dresses that never seem to start or end and her eyes harden at the image of the after-party, white teeth and red eyes that shouldn't be there.
He's a friend, he's a brother but right now he's a monster in her eyes, coming out of his skin and sinking his teeth into her, turning her into all that they hate to be, monster with a dazzling smile and monster with a charming smile seem to match.
For a moment something impossible seems to turn within her mind, I'm jealous, I Alice Cullen I'm jealous of Bella Swan, the thought that seemed too real, too right was pushed right out and she held tighter to her husband.
"I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Edward Cullen; you may now kiss the bride."
Alice, Rosalie, – (cut the cake, don't forget the cake, your last taste of food, ever.)
His fingers pull at her as they walked out those doors, the sun was hidden under the dark and the rice was thrown with the dread of what was coming next, on no, it's over, it's time, it's time to die.
"Bella, are you ready?"
"Yes, I am. (No I'm not, but it's too late for that, I'm already dead) Of course I'm ready, why wouldn't I be?"