Disclaimer I own nothing! Tim Burton does! The lucky bastard.

Warnings: Alternate Universe, Victor/Victoria, Corpse Bride/Victor, SPOILERS, OOC

CHAPTER FOUR

''Who does she think she is, taking Victor away from me like that? He is my husband. I have more of a right to see him than she does.''

''Yes,'' the maggot in her head said silkily. ''But she was engaged to him before he was married to you. Wouldn't that mean you stole him from her?''

Emily titled her head a bit and knocked it a few times so the annoying creature would fall out of her skull. ''Look,'' she snapped as she glared down at the tiny creature on the concrete. ''Just whose side are you on anyway?''

''I'm on no body's side.'' the small green animal said. ''I am just stating the facts.''

Emily then turned to look out to the street she stood on. Maybe the stupid thing was right. He was engaged before he had met her, which would explain why he was randomly practicing his vows in the woods, but still, he had placed the wedding ring on her finger! By law they were married! The corpse looked at the brilliant gold ring and sighed. It didn't fit her bony digits and it looked like it was crafted with love for someone special. ''Maybe he does belong with her.'' she muttered and in a dreamlike walked back to her own home in the heart of down town Square Village. ''Maybe I'm just out of my league.''

The little maggot followed after her. ''No! That slimy little worm doesn't belong with him, you do.'' he said, making the corpse pause in her walking. ''Kill him. Then he can belong to you forever and that disgusting little woman will never be able to touch him again.''

Emily turned and stared at the small animal. ''You want me to WHAT?''

''Kill him. When he dies, he'll officially belong to you forever. No living woman would want a dead man, no matter how handsome he is.''

The corpse thought this over. It sounded like a plan. She could bring them some food or wine then spike it when she offered a toast to Victoria for her final victory. However, the poison she would have to use would have to work quickly. Victor was weak as it was and she couldn't possibly bare to imagine him struggling in his last few moments painfully to live. It would break her heart, what was left of it.

''Good idea. Let's go set it up.'' she said and walked back to the small worm, then picked it up and carried it with her back home.

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''Victoria, what was all that about ?'' Victor asked his fiancée when she finally let go of him and walked into the kitchen to make some breakfast. It was bad enough that he didn't feel very well whenever Emily was around for some weird, unknown reason and now that Victoria blamed her for an illness of some kind that he wasn't sure he had, well, he was thoroughly confused. ''What did she do to make you so upset?''

Victoria sighed a bit angrily. ''She is the one who's making you sick Victor.'' she answered as she set up the frying pan over the stove and carefully broke some eggs into it. ''Because she brought you here to the Land of the Dead, you've fallen ill and unless we can get you home, you're going to die here from that disease.''

''How can that be?''

''The dead need to energy of the living to move about down here. Usually those who walk through graveyards provide enough energy to do this, but since a lot of people walk through there the dead only take a little bit per person.'' she explained as she cooked. ''However, because you are a living man who has been in the Land of the Dead for so long, they have been draining you of your energy exclusively and are making you very ill.''

''Oh! So that's why I didn't feel well when she hugged me!''

''Exactly.'' Victoria said as she finished cooking the eggs and served them onto some plates she had found in the cabinet above and then set them on the table. ''Now, we need to hurry and find a way to go home.''

Victor, being the gentleman that he was, pulled out Victoria's chair for her and slid it back into place after she had taken her seat, then went to his own chair on the other side of the small table and took his own seat. He closed his eyes and bowed his head in a quick 'grace' then picked up his fork and began to eat. Victoria watched his carefully. This was the first time she had cooked for him and wasn't sure if she made the scrambled eggs the way she likes them. When his eyes widened and a smile crossed his face, she breathed a sigh of relief.

''Really Victoria." he said. "This is perfect! How do you know so much about my tastes?"

The Everglot blushed and shrugged. "Oh, I guess it's just Fate that I do."

Victor didn't say anything else until breakfast was done and when it was, he even helped Victoria wash the dishes, although washing the dishes was a very womanly thing to do. The pair then went into the living room, where he lit a small fire to keep them warm and curled up together on the couch. It was a very rare opportunity that they would get to do this and so they didn't mind the inappropriate intimacy that they were sharing for the moment. Victor had his arms around Victoria while she sat very comfortably between his legs since she was afraid her weight alone would crush his bones should she sit on them.

"You know, Victor, it's almost Christmas back home." She said quietly after a length of time spent in his arms. "I wonder, what should we do for Christmas if we stay here?"

''Well,'' he said and rested his head against her shoulder, his cheek pressed lightly against hers. ''We could always just forget about real gifts this year and focus on getting to know each other better, or we could…''

Before the poor man got to finish his comment though, Victoria had caught his lips gently with her own and as her long fingers clung to the lapels of his jacket, just as they did the first time they kissed, he felt different urges than he did that time, urges that were not necessarily innocent. He still deepened the kiss though, and gently lay her back on the couch somehow, his mind not full registering what he did, his senses completely engulfed in the feeling of Victoria clinging to him as her tongue tangoed with his in her mouth. He wished the moment would never end but it did with the sharp gasp of a surprised voice from the doorway.

Okay, so that was not that great but still! T'Was better than nothing! REVIEW FOR ME AND I'LL MAKE THE NEXT CHAPPIE EMILY/VICTOR!