Victor had run all the way out of town and stopped in the middle of the old stone bridge that separated the town from the church and the graveyard right by the woods.

"Every one must think I'm such a fool. This day couldn't get any worse." He mumbled to himself. Then he turned startled as the town crier yelling to all the town "Hear ye, hear ye, rehearsal in ruins as Van Dort boy causes chaos! Fishy fiancée could be canned! Everglot's all fired up as Van Dort disaster ruins rehearsal!"

Great. So now every body knows about it. Victor thought to himself.

He walked in the forest after deciding there was no way he could go back into town.

"It shouldn't be that difficult." He muttered to himself. "It's just a few simple vows. With this hand I will take your wine." He said. He sighed "No."

"With this hand…I will cup your-Oh goodness no!" he really needed to think before he spoke.

He walked on in thought.

"With this…with this…" He said coming up to an old oak tree. "With this candle..I will…I will."

He sighs giving up and sits down on a tree stump. "It's no use."

Something about this place in the forest seemed welcoming to him. He didn't know why. He felt as if he should stay in this exact spot forever.

He felt himself stand up and take the ring out of his coat. He starting saying the wedding vows. "With this hand, I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty for I will be your wine." The words came so easily to him. He was so happy saying them in this spot. He flicked the ring up in the air in confidence and catching it in one hand.

"With this candle." He said snapping off a tiny branch pretending it was a candle and bent down to another branch pretending to light it.

"I will light your way in darkness. With this ring." He said holding up the ring. "I ask you to be mine." He finished bending down on one knee and placing the ring on a hand-like root.

A cold wind blew through his hair and he looks back. He sees two dozen crows staring down at him.

Then his whole right arm was pulled into ground. It didn't stay that way that long. Out of fear he pulled his arm out but whatever was grabbing on to him was still there. He pulled back as hard as he could and flung backward landing a few feet away on the ground. He gasped for breath and soon realized that he had pulled the thing that grabbed him out with him. He lifted his arm and glanced at it.

He sees half a skeleton arm covered in twisted roots clutching his wrist. He flings the skeleton arm back and it lands a few feet away from him. He starts hearing a loud pounding sound and turned his head.

The ground started cracking. Something was under the ground was trying to get out.

An arm popped out of the ground and dug its nails into the soil in front of it. Then the whole body burst out of the ground and came up to reveal what was obviously a dead girl. She wore a long tattered wedding dress and veil. A light breeze blows her veil as she lifts it out of the way to reveal her beautiful face.

Victor stared at her lovely figure. Her skin was a blue smooth color and her hair was long, tangled and a darker blue. Her left arm and her right leg were just bones and you could see the bones of her right ribs. Her eye's sparkled in the moonlight.

Victor had never seen anything so beautiful.

She looked at him and slowly whispered "I do."

She moved her hand, reaching out to him.

Wait. She's dead. I'm supposed to run away aren't I? He thought. Like a normal person would do in the situation?

He got up and started running away. Though he didn't really want to. Which scared him and made him start running faster. He looked back and didn't see the small hill and tripped, crashing into a gravestone at the bottom. He turned and saw the Corpse Bride descending the hill so gracefully. He pushed himself against the gravestone and started using it to help him up while he stared at the girl.

Still staring at her he fell back past the gravestone, he scrambled to his feet and starting running once more.

He ran looking back over his shoulder staring at her and ran into a tree. His vision seemed to blur for a second as he put one hand over his eye and turned around. His one eye that didn't hurt widened as he saw the Corpse Bride only a few feet away from him.

He turned to run and ran into the tree again. He looked at her one more time then continued running. He ran down another small hill to a frozen river. He tried running across it but his feet just slipped on the ice not taking him any where.

He turned his head and saw her again then lunged himself forward before he fainted on spot from her beauty.

He stumbled through the woods, brushing away tree branches as he ran. He got caught in a tangle of tree branches but got out quickly also tarring his coat in the process. He ran to the old stone bridge and ducked as a swarm of crows flew over him. He turned around quickly and only saw the church and the forest. He looked around from left to right disappointed because she was gone.

She's a corpse, he told himself. You can't be in love with a corpse.

Maybe he had just imagined it all. He tried telling himself, though he knew that wasn't true. She had been very much real and no matter how much he tried to deny it he knew he had fallen in love with her at first sight. He smiled at the thought of her then turned…

His face was only inches away from the corpse. He jumped back in shock.

She walked toward him one foot before the other. Her dress and veil flowing gracefully behind her as she walked toward him, and put her hands on his shoulders.

"You may kiss the bride…" she said in a voice that sounded like angels singing.

His vision started darkening as she leaned toward him and pressed her stone cold lips to his. The every thing blackened as he fainted from her beauty and his undeniable love for her.