A/N: Hey all! Griffin-queen here with chapter two of "If Immortality Unveil." I'm glad all of you who reviewed enjoyed chapter one. This story is gonna be basically my views on what should have happened at the end of the movie… so that means lots and lots of Emily/victor fluff … I just adore the fluff… so enjoy chapter two! Chapter two

Emily awoke later that night to the sound of a crow cawing on the fence post. It wasn't until she opened her eyes did she realize that she was in her bed. The blanket had been thoroughly mussed… indicating to her that she hadn't been sleeping too well. Laying her head back on the pillow she turned over on her side, not quite wanting to get up. She felt warm and cozy in her bed (yes, dead people can get warm and cold in my story… they just can't feel physical pain… Strange, I know… but it's me we're talkin about here… I am the definition of strange ) in her own little safe haven where nothing could harm her… well… nothing except for the nightmares. She closed her eyes and put one hand underneath her pillow… she listened to the sounds around her. She heard Bonejangles and his bone band wailing on their jazz instruments, practicing for tomorrow. She heard the late- night hustle and bustle of the town… and another faint noise caught her attention… it sounded like the flapping of wings… and it was coming closer.

Emily sat up on her bed and opened her eyes… seeing the crow fly and land right on her shoulder. She extended a skeletal finger and the bird jumped on it. "You're awfully friendly aren't you little bird?" She said, stroking the bird's chest feathers with her free hand. The bird merely tilted its head to one side and continued to glare at her, before leaping off of her finger and onto the railing that she was facing. The bird let out a raspy "Caw!" from its throat and turned its head, as if pointing to the eerie crescent moon looming above their heads. Emily chuckled "It reminds me of when I was little… I always used to be scared of the moon when it looked like that… my mommy used to sing me a song about it…" She looked at the crow, almost embarrassed with herself for having a fluent conversation with a bird, but she decided that she didn't care. She averted her gaze once again to the moon, and her thoughts began to drift…

"Mommy… Mommy." A girl of no more than four years cried out. Her wavy brunette hair bounced against her face as she called out for her mother. This girl was Emily. A younger and very much alive Emily. Her face was younger looking and a bit pudgier, as all toddler faces are. Her pupils flickered in the moonlight that was barely illuminating her large room. Her tiny nightgown swished as she stood up, waiting for her mother. The room, however, became brighter when the door was opened. The door swung open fully, and a woman stepped in. This woman was very tall and very thin, but with all the necessary curves. Her blue eyes glinted as she stepped into the moonlit room. This woman was Emily's mother, Devondra, Devondra Holcombe. Emily looked exactly like her mother, except for one thing. Devondra's hair was the purest of platinum blonde, and it fell to the middle of her back in a low, loose ponytail. Devondra walked gracefully over to her distressed daughter and picked her up.

"What's wrong darling? Why are you up so late?" Devondra asked, her feminine voice echoing throughout the room.

"I can't sleep mommy… that moon… that moon is keeping me up. It's scary looking mommy… like a knife… or a blade. It's like no matter how I try to look away… it's always there." Emily said, and buried her face into her mothers neck, shutting her eyes tightly. Devondra chuckled and looked out the large window, seeing that her small daughter was indeed right. The moon was a crescent tonight, making it take on the appearance of a curved knife. Then, made Emily face her.

"There's nothing to be scared of little one… for you see, that moon is only a baby."

"A baby?" Emily asked, turning her head to one side.

"That's right, a baby… just like you." Devondra put a finger to Emily's nose, making her giggle a bit.

"Mommy! I'm not a baby anymore." Emily crossed her arms in a fake pout, her independence clearly showing. Devondra only laughed and began to walk back towards Emily's bed.

"You know, my mother taught me a song about the crescent moon, because I was scared of it too when I was your age."

"Oh! Oh! Sing it for me mommy! Please?" Emily clapped her hands together, begging to hear the song.
"Well, alright." Devondra placed Emily into her bed and tucked her in. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she began to lovingly stroke Emily's hair, and then she began to sing.

"There's a wee baby moon lying on his back,
With his little silver toes in the air.
He's up there all alone in the big blue sky,
But the little baby moon doesn't care.

Baby moon please keep shining for me…

There's a little baby moon lying on his back,
With his little silver toes in the air.
He's up there all alone in the big blue sky,
But the little baby moon doesn't care No the little baby moon doesn't care…."

Devondra kissed Emily's forehead when she had finished her song, and silently walked out of the room.

"No the little baby moon doesn't care…" Emily sang in a wavery tone, new tears streaming down her face. Those images… the ones of her mother, of that song, it was just too much for her. She laid down on her bed and closed her eyes, not even caring if she ceased to exist at that very moment…
Victor wandered through the empty streets of the land of the dead. It was all so familiar… so welcoming. He felt relaxed in this place; it was a much better feeling than anything he had ever experienced upstairs. Elder Gutknecht hobbled along beside him, escorting him to the ball and socket pub, where his bride to-be was waiting. A wave of nervousness washed over him.

"E-elder Gutknecht… what if Emily is mad at me? What if she found another man to love? What if I made this journey for nothing?" Victor said… His skin had now become a deathly shade of blue, and the dark circles around his eyes had become slightly more prominent.

"Dear boy you worry too much. I highly doubt that Emily would do something like that in a span of three days… but one thing I can tell you for sure is that she's probably in a great deal of pain… she's been through more than you can imagine." The elder said, narrowly avoiding tripping over a dent in the road.

"I was afraid of that… I hurt her so much… but she was the one who let me go… so in a sense she brought it on herself… If she had only let me finish."

"You mean you didn't love Victoria?" The elder asked, now thoroughly intrigued.

"That's the thing… I thought I did… but it was only out of obligation… you see… we were being forced into this marriage. Then I met Emily, and she turned my life upside down for a time, and it confused me because I knew that I was fond of Emily, but I felt obliged to return to Victoria… for I still believed that I loved her at the time… Victoria…" Victor chuckled. "Victoria's just not Emily… there's something… a lot of things actually, about Emily that I just can't describe." Victor smiled.

"She is a wonderful girl, that is certain. We all can't help but feel her pain, because we've known her ever since she came to us three years ago. She did not in any way deserve to die the way she did… that Barkis is such a lowlife bastard." Victor was shocked to hear the elder say something like that, but he couldn't help thinking that he would say the same thing. Victor was about to open his mouth to speak, but the elder continued.

"We all felt Emily's pain; she affected us all in some small way…. She's so young… it pains me to think of all she's seen and been through."

"Yes, that's another question I was meaning to ask you… exactly how old is Emily?" Victor asked. Elder Gutknecht sighed.

"She's only seventeen." Victor was surprised; she was only two years younger than he was. "And as you know, Victor, death is ageless. She will remain in her current state for all of time."

"It's a shame that she had to be killed…. She'll never get to live out a normal live… gosh it makes me so angry," Victor clenched his fists, hoping the elder wouldn't see. "That Barkis killed her like that…. All for her money and looks…"

"We all know that, Victor, there isn't one person in this whole town-."

"Wait, you mean there are towns in the land of the dead?" Victor asked, interrupting the elder.

"How do you think we fit every deceased being from now since the beginning of time down here? This is where everything goes when it dies, be it animal plant or anything else that lives… there is nothing beyond this place."

"Yes, of course." Victor chuckled. "There are so many new things… it's going to take me a while to get used to it."

"Yes, it definitely takes some adjusting, but I must say my boy, you are fitting in quite well… it took poor Emily almost a year to learn all of our customs."

"Emily… I'll bet she was hysterical when she came down here for the first time." Victor smiled, oh how he couldn't wait to see Emily again.

"Actually, victor, she was just the opposite… But oh… let's sit down for a spell shall we? The ball and socket is still a ways away form here and these old bones are getting tired." Victor nodded and he and elder Gutknecht sat on a bench. The elder sighed with relief from his aching bones and continued his story. "Like I was saying, she was just the opposite… When Emily came to us those three years ago… she was in such a state of shock. She never slept, she never ate, she never spoke. She would sit by her grave, with her head up towards the sky, and she would stay there...staring into a void… We all tried to welcome her… to get her to respond to us, but she would have none of it. The emotions you could see glazed over in her eyes dwarfed any I've ever seen before… first and foremost I saw sadness, then fear, anger, desperation, confusion, and the most extreme loneliness you could ever imagine. It took us a very long time to bring her around; it was Bonejangles himself who had heard Emily speak for the first time. He began to introduce her to the people of the town and before I knew it, everyone knew who she was." Victor smiled and chuckled a bit, but the Elder stopped him.

"But beware, Victor, by taking Emily's hand in marriage, you may be undertaking a difficult task. Emily has had a very troubled past, and it was traumatizing in a sense. Knowing this only because she comes to me for support rather frequently. She is very sensitive… This girl has been through so much, which is why I'm not even asking you anymore Victor… I'm telling you...Take care of her." Those last words rolled off the elder's tongue with nothing but seriousness attached to them, the kind of serious tone one might find in a father's voice, one who has been laden with the task of disciplining his son. "I want you to promise me Victor"

"Elder… you don't even have to ask me… I promise… I will care for her… she needs someone to love… and I believe that I can be just the person she needs… she is so different from Victoria… Victoria knows just what she wants in life… and I can't have that…. Which is just one more reason to add to the already infinite list of reasons why I love Emily… she's so spontaneous." Victor was running at the mouth again, one thing that people learned very quickly about Victor is when he was happy… he babbled. The elder only smiled.
"I'm glad… It's about time that poor girl had someone to love… she's waited so very long." the elder half- smiled at this thought, and the two walked in silence for the remainder of the trip…

"Emily…. Emily… its time to get up love." Mrs. Plum shook Emily's shoulder lightly, trying to wake her. Emily stirred and opened her eyes.

"There you are… welcome back Emily." Mrs. Plum smiled and Emily rubbed her eyes sleepily.

"Mmm…" She stretched. "Mrs. Plum? What time is it?" She asked groggily.
"Bout ten in the morning…did you sleep well?" Mrs. Plum asked, knowing full well what the answer would be.

"Better than I have in a few days… but still not very well." Emily said, swinging her legs over the side of the bed to face Mrs. Plum, but before she could say anything, Bonejangles rushed in.
"Mrs. Plum! I gotta talk to ya!" He shouted, and shoved her down the stairs leading down into the pub. Emily looked on in confusion as they shut the door, and tried to listen in on their conversation, but to no avail.

"Mrs. Plum…. I just ran into Elder Gutknecht as I was comin' back from practicing with the bone band… and you'll never guess who he's got with him." Bonejangles said.

"Oh BJ you know I'm horrible at these guessing games… so why don't you just tell me?"

"Well, I'll give ya a clue… He was alive three days ago… but he chose to come down here… and Emily should be very happy…"

"Oh… surely you don't mean…"

"That's exactly who I mean… Victor's chosen to return to Emily…" Bonejangles looked about as happy as was possible for a skeleton

"Oh! This is wonderful… I'll just pop upstairs and give Emily the g-."

"NO!" Bonejangles shouted. "We can't let Emily know just yet… we should wait till tonight… a surprise ya know?" He said, winking at Mrs. Plum.

"Oh, and she will indeed be surprised… but where will you hide Victor until tonight?

"Aw he can come back to my place! I got this all under control." Bonejangles said in his smooth-talking voice.

"Alright, well you'd better get going before Emily comes down here." And with that she shooed Bonejangles out of the room, where he walked quickly along the street to collect the "surprise"
He ran down the street, feeling the wind on his bones. After about two minutes of running, he was out of breath and had finally found elder Gutknecht and Victor. He called out to Victor.
"Victor! YO VICTOR!" he yelled, almost tripping over a crate of blood oranges as he ran to them.

"Bonejangles? Is that you?" Victor said as the skeleton approached him

"The one and only… great to see ya again… and in such great condition." Bonejangles, said while shaking Victor's hand. He was obviously pointing out the fact that Victor was dead.

"Nice to see you again as well… and how is she? Emily I mean." Victor said, beginning to fidget at his mentioning of Emily's name.

"Oh Emily? Not so good… she's gettin' better little by little… but we still can't get her to eat anything, and she's not sleeping well. Every night we hear her from downstairs… she cries in her sleep… I'm telling ya Victor… the girl's upset." Victor looked saddened at this and dropped his head slightly

"Oh… she must be terribly mad at me…I hurt her badly." Bonejangles heard this and put a hand on Victor's shoulder.

"She 'aint mad Victor, she's just upset. She blames herself more than anyone else. She even said to me, and I quote her "I'm not mad at him, because I know he did the right thing, and I know deep down that I would have done the same thing." Victor smiled, that sounded just like something Emily would say.

"Thanks Bonejangles… um… can we go see her?"

"Oh yeah! I almost forgot, see, Mrs. Plum and I were talkin' and we figured that it would be better if we brought you into the pub later tonight and surprised Emily… We've already got a crew together for the whole new arrival thing. You can hang with me for the day until it's time to go to the pub. We'll go back to my place for a while ok?" Victor nodded and turned to the Elder, who was listening intently to the whole conversation.

"Thank you so much, Elder Gutknecht… I don't know what I'd do without you." Victor smiled and offered the old skeleton his hand, which he took once again.

"No trouble at all my boy, and uh, don't ever hesitate to drop by and see me, I do so enjoy visits." The elder said with a smile.

"I will." Victor smiled, and after another handshake, he and the elder went their separate ways. Now they were headed in the direction of Bonejangles' house.

"So, I'll bet you can't wait to see Emily huh?" Bonejangles asked, and chuckled lightly.

"You have no idea." Victor said bluntly.

"Heh heh… Yeah, she's a doll, all she wants is someone to love, to cling to ya know? She is quite a clingy girl…she's such a sweetheart though. She deserved so much better than that lowlife Barkis. Now there's a great example of a genuine jerk… that cat's not welcome in my bar." Bonejangles said flatly.

"The Elder and I were having a conversation similar to this on my way here… He pointed out how sensitive Emily is, but I won't have any problem with that because she and I are similar. As you may know. I am actually quite shy for a male… and it's rather embarrassing because every time I try to have an intelligent conversation … I end up stuttering horribly. So I think Emily and I have a lot to learn from each other. I also admire Emily for her spontaneity …" Victor was mentally kicking himself for babbling again…

"Well daddy-o, I just want you to know that there is absotively… posolutely… NO reason to be shy down here. No one cares, we all get along perfectly, we got no reason to fight, or kill, cuz we're already dead. There's no reason to argue 'cuz it's the end of the line. We all just have a good time… cuz we got an eternity to spend together and we may as well like each other." Bonejangles laughed heartily, and Victor soon followed.

"Yes, I suppose you're right! I think I'm going to like it here… the stuffy Victorian life was not for me." He smiled

"That's the spirit… well, here's my house." Bonejangles took Victor to a building. It was a furniture shop with a door on the side of it, obviously leading to an apartment. They walked up a flight of stairs and Bonejangles took out a key from the rim of his black bowler hat.

"Welcome to my pad Victor, It's not much, but its home. I don't come here often, once and a while to spruce it up, but mostly I'm at the bar with my bone band." Bonejangles said and let Victor in. It was a decent sized apartment, and for someone who wasn't there often it was relatively clean. The walls and carpet were a lively red, as were the two chairs, the sofa, and the coffee table that were in the main room. A glass case was stationed in the far corner of the wall; it was filled with all sorts of memorabilia. Along the north wall of the room, a multitude of records adorned the wall, each one from a different jazz artist.
"Wow Bonejangles-"

"Please, call me BJ." Bonejangles said.

"Alright then… BJ… u sure do have a love of jazz. I never really could get into it partially because my parents called it unreformed noise." This made Bonejangles jump, and his skull spun around.

"W-W-WHAT! You can't be serious!" When Victor nodded, Bonejangles smacked his bony forehead.

"Oh man…. You don't know what you're missin' man! Jazz is one of the more beautiful art forms. That's because it's exactly what your parents said, it's unreformed. It has no pattern or plan, it's all improvised." Bonejangles said, and put a record form a large case onto a turntable. An upbeat song by the name of "sing sing sing." began to play. Bonejangles tapped his foot to the beat and then walked over to Victor.

"Make yourself at home… Mi casa es su casa… hehehe, can I getcha anything to drink? Your gonna need your energy for tonight."

"Actually, a glass of brandy would be wonderful."

"A fine choice my friend, I was gonna have that myself, I'll be right back." With that, Bonejangles disappeared into the kitchen, and he appeared soon after with two wine glasses full of a reddish liquid.

"Here ya go Victor, cheers!" Bonejangles said as he and Victor clinked their glasses together and took long, quiet sips. Bonejangles drained his glass in a matter of seconds, meanwhile Victor only finished his about halfway. Putting it down on the coffee table, he sat back on the couch, letting the soft cushions consume him.

" Yes… I definitely think I'm going to like it here."

" I knew you would… ever since I first saw you, you looked like a cool cat in need of a good time. Trust me, every day's a party here." Victor chuckled at this statement and picked up his glass, finishing the rest of it.
For who knows long after that, Victor and Bonejangles were engaged in a lively conversation, it was on of those where they were talking about nothing in particular, just anything and everything that came to mind. Victor was laughing so hard he had tears streaming down his face. As for Bonejangles, who couldn't cry for obvious reasons, was merely on the floor erupting with laughter. Both men had made absolute fools of themselves, and they would have continued… had it not been for a knock at the door.

" Hello? Who's there?" Bonejangles said as he opened the door, surprised at how late it had become. He swung the door open to its full length to find none other than Mayhew standing at the door.

" Mrs. Plum told me to tell you that they're ready for you over at the ball and socket pub." Mayhew said in his usual lumbering tone.

" Already! Damn… I thought it would take them longer… alright, why doncha come in while I get Victor ready." Bonejangles said as Mayhew walked through the door. Bonejangles ran up the stairs to find Victor standing up.

" Man are you ready… cuz they sure are. Everyone's there waitin." Bonejangles said, a certain hint of franticness in his voice.

" Oh.. oh dear.. Well, I suppose I am, you don't have a comb lying around here do you?"

" As a matter of fact I do, I've had it for a long time though." Bonejangles ran down the hall and came out carrying a large case, out of which he took a tortoiseshell comb and a small mirror to match. " I've had this thing for a long long time… well, since I had hair." Bonejangles laughed as he held up the mirror for Victor, who was running the comb through his hair, making sure that it was perfect. After that he handed the comb back to Bonejangles, who took it and put it back in the case. Victor busied himself making sure that his suit was smooth, and his collar as fixed. The two were busy running around when they heard Mayhew clear his throat, signaling to them that it was time to go.

" Well, I'm as ready as I'll ever be." Victor said. " How do I look?" He asked.

"Man you look like a million bucks… but I highly doubt that Emily is gonna care." The two laughed and headed out he door, bound for the ball and socket pub.
Back at the pub, Mrs. Plum was getting everyone ready to perform… she had asked Emily to go upstairs and clean the bedroom, and she had done so happily, seeing that she was bored out of her mind. Mrs. Plum had just gotten done getting everyone into place when Bonejangles walked into the pub, followed by Mayhew. Mrs. Plum signaled to everyone to start the commotion, and they started at her for a second, but then one by one they all began to shout " NEW ARRIVAL!" and crowded around the door so that victor could walk in without being seen right away. Mrs. Plum quickly waved hello to Victor amidst the shouting crowd and excitedly ran up the stairs to where Emily was. She found her dusting the furniture in the room where Mrs. Plum slept

" Emily dear, it seems there's a new arrival. Would you like to come down and see?"

" No, I don't think so Mrs. Plum." Emily said flatly, sounding as if she'd given up all hope of seeing victor again… well she was very soon to figure out how wrong she was.

" Oh but I think you will want to see this one… come now, you've been moping around the pub for days, it's time to come down and enjoy yourself. Come now." She walked up to Emily and took her hand.

" Alright alright, if you insist… why do you insist?" Emily asked, slightly irked at Mrs. Plum's sudden outburst of pushiness.

" Because I'll not have you moping around here like you have been. Now come downstairs quickly." Mrs. Plum said, walking out the door, and Emily could've sworn she heard her giggling. Emily walked out of the door and began her descent down the stairs.
The first thing Victor saw, besides general Bonesapart's finger coming towards his eye, was a slender leg walking down the stairs. It was blue in color, and a skeletal leg soon followed it, the legs were followed by a long tattered train of a silk wedding dress. He knew that it was Emily, and watched as she made her way to the last step and into the center of the pub.

She walked down the stairs and into the center of the pub, where she saw the typical welcoming crew screaming about the new arrival, who, despite her efforts, she couldn't see yet. She took a step closer and saw a head of black hair, it instantly reminded her of Victors hair. Shaking her head to clear the memory, she took yet another step closer.

He saw her standing there, and was almost knocked over at how beautiful she was, he blue tinted face was wrinkled in confusion, and a slight hint of agitation. He was about to push through the crowd when he heard Bonejangles say " We thought you should be here to see this new arrival babe.. Surprise!" he shouted, and as if on cue, al of the shouting people moved aside, and Victor was left standing there.. Alone, and he could do nothing but stare at Emily.

She saw his face… his blue skin… and in an instant her eyes became as wide as dinner plates. A sharp, loud gasp was emitted from her mouth, which was hanging open. Her hand flew to her mouth to stifle the gasp, and her feather duster fell to the floor… slowly and steadily, as if drawn by some unknown force, her feet moved forward. She moved towards him, it was almost as if she anted to be sure he wasn't going to disappear. She saw him extend his hand in a "stop" gesture, and she did the same as she got closer. The whole room was silent, not a soul in the crowd dare make a move, save Mayhew who had to wipe the sweat from his face.

That was it, their hands were touching. Palm-to-palm, they were still at arms length. They were until Victor laced his fingers with Emily's. Feeling this, and taking a tremendous leap of faith, she flung herself at Victor and wrapped her arms around his neck as tight as she could. He felt as if a thousand tons had been lifted from his shoulders, she wasn't mad at him at all… He put one hand on the back of her head and wrapped his other arm around her slender waist, pressing her to him as tight as he could, as if he would never let go. His embrace became even tighter when he felt her body begin to tremble, in a combination of happiness and fear. Sobbing slightly, she buried her face in his chest.

The two stayed like this for a very long time, they were so lost in each other that the cheering of the crowd was completely drowned out. Mrs. Plum whispered something to the crowd and ushered them into the lounge, leaving the two lovers alone… Both equally content, they were both equally disappointed when Victor pulled Emily away from him slightly.

" I love you so much Emily… I shouldn't have let you go that night.. . I tried to call you back, but you didn't hear me.." She put her finger to his lips.

" It's my fault Victor... Because I heard you call me, and half of me wanted to go back, but something inside told me that it wasn't right… I couldn't have done that to Victoria… but now… you here… oh Victor." Was all she had time to say before her face was once again hidden by Victor's chest. He pulled her away once more, but only for a brief moment.

" One more thing to make this all complete." Victor reached into his pocket and pulled out the golden wedding ring. " I think, my love, that this belongs to you." He said, and placing the ring on Emily's bony finger, closed the gap between them again. Only this time, there lips were locked in a kiss that burned with more passion than anything the universe had ever seen. .. Once again lost in heir love, neither of them heard Bonejangles shout " this is gonna be the reception to rock the underworld!

A/N- OK, so that was chapter two… I hope you all liked it cuz I sure had a blast writing it. Chapter three is on its way, these next couple f chapter are gonna be 1 regular story and 99.9 fluff… so be warned! You will find no smut in my stories.. Just pure, unrestrained fluff catch y'all in the next chappy, ciao for now!