Title: The Anniversary
Author: Cprav
Written: 29 September 2008
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 500
Characters: Mick
Pairings: MickCora
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: I don't own Mick or Coraline (not that I mention them) or vampires or anything else really.
Summary: Reflections on Mick & Coraline's wedding
Comment: Part of the holiday series. In honour of Moonlight's anniversary… even if it is a day late. Originally this was suppose to be Beth & Josh's anniversary party. lol Uh… this came out instead!
It's also my submission to the 2nd person challenge from MF's Undead Author's Society.
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It's your anniversary today.
White lace; dark hair; porcelain skin; ruby-red lips. You remember it all in such vivid detail. The joy you felt as the vows were spoken. The feeling of her soft lips against yours. You thought you were on top of the world. Anticipation and want and love and lust flowing through you as you both make the show of entertaining your guests. Boring speeches; funny speeches; embarrassing speeches. Your mother's happy tears, a small twinge of guilt that her mother wasn't able to see this.
Lights low now but you could still see the twinkle in her eyes as the music of her laugh floated to your ears. You stood, offered her your hand, led her to the center of the dance floor. Everyone watched you but you only saw each other. The love in your eyes reflected in hers, her smile brilliant as you floated across the hardwood, following the soft strings from your band as they played your song.
It's your anniversary today.
Finally, you led her up to the suite, carried her across the threshold; the lace of her dress in your hand, the smell of her skin as you held her close and kicked the door closed behind you. Your suit was too hot; too tight. You wanted you both naked NOW. Wanted to make love to her, cherish her on your wedding night and the next night and the night after that… forever.
"I'll love you forever."
"Forever?"
But you were young and stupid and didn't know what forever meant. You didn't know it really meant eternity. You laid next to each other on the rough sheets. She leaned in close to you and your mind raced with all the ways you wanted to pleasure her. You felt her teeth against your throat and smiled at her initiative.
That was the moment that you realized you didn't know shit. You didn't know her. You didn't know anything about the world. You didn't know anything about forever or 'till death do us part'. All you knew at that moment was the white hot pain as she bit into you. And then nothing.
Waking up caked in blood. The rough sheets that you couldn't feel through your clothes before felt like sandpaper against your skin. The smell of blood and death in the air. The sounds of the bustling city outside a cacophony in your ears. And she was there. You looked at her through new eyes; she was more beautiful than you ever remember her being. Then she smiled at you, fangs peeking through red stained lips.
Now you sit there, in that chair, watching the flames dance in the crystal fireplace – like the two of you did that night. You think back to all the times you'd heard women complain about their men forgetting their anniversaries. You wish you had such a luxury. You'll never forget. How could you?
Today is your wedding anniversary.
Today is the anniversary of your death.