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"You may now kiss the bride!"
At the words Fletcher turned to me with a customary Fletcher smile, held me at the waist, dipped me low, and planted a kiss on my lips that wasn't really appropriate in front of an audience and made me blush a ridiculous shade of red, but that seemed oddly right for the moment.
Huuurgh.
Show off.
It seemed to make everyone else happy, though. Cat calls and whistles and laughter rang through the church, and I could see Ghastghly and Tanith holding hands, golden rings of their own glittering on their fingers, and my dad was scowling at Fletcher, and my mom was trying to control my little sister, who was jumping up and down and waving her hands and screaming with everyone else.
Fletcher finally pulled me out of the kiss, smiling,
And yes, I said a church. Unusual, to say the least, given my experience with religious nut jobs, but, whatever.
Not that I'm saying the priest was a religious nut job, but. . . .
Actually, that's exactly what I'm saying.
Back to my wedding.
My face was split into a wide smile, and Fletcher was holding both my hands in his, our rings glittering on our finger's. Randomly, the thought entered my head that I was married now. Married! Wait, would I have to change my last name to Renn? Oh god, why didn't I think of this sooner?
I should really stop rushing into things.
My eye was drawn to the back of the church, where a tall, well dressed man stood, leaning against the wall holding a half filled glass of wine. He wasn't clapping, but a smile was on his face, and when he caught my eye he held the glass up in salute and gave me a nod.
I nodded in turn and winked at him, and Skulduggery, still smiling, pushed himself off the wall and without a backward glance walked out of the church, going who knows where, chucking the glass in a garbage can on the way out.
A waist of a good glass, if you ask me. Not that anybody did.
Later that night at the reception, Fletcher and I were sitting together at the head of the table, and Beryl was making a big speech in my honor, something so sticky sweet and sappy that I'm shore if I had been listing, I would have been gagging at the false sincerity in her voice.(God, who invited that woman? It serenely wasn't me!) And that's when Skullduggery's voice whispered right in my ear, like the stalker I know he is inside, "Having fun?"
I jumped a little, and wiped my head around and glared death and mayhem at him, and he denied to himself how truly terrifying he thought my wrath was and ignored me.
"I said it once, I'll say it again. You are a stalker!" I whispered furiously.
I turned back to Beryl so it looked like I was listening to her, but could still hear the smile in his voice when Skulduggery said, "The very best kind."
Fletcher turned and glanced at the stalker skeleton behind me, then frowned. "You shouldn't be here without your scarf and hat, just in case your façade fails again."
Byril finished her speech and everyone clapped politely, and when I glanced over, it looked like my dad was chocking on something, (possibly Beryl's false sincerity), and then the D.J. came on and said he was going to start the music back up, but slow things down a bit.
"Don't worry, I'm only here for a few minuets. I just needed to tell you and Valkyrie that. . . ." He trailed back into silence. I turned around to look at him and found his focus not on me,(which is a crime against nature) or Fletcher, but on something across the dance floor in front of us.
"Dam it. I told him to wait outside!" I was only half listening to him at that point, because when I turned back to the dance floor, who did I see standing there just out of reach of the dancers, but the one man who could ruin my marriage?
I tried to ignore him for a moment, and glanced over at Fletcher to judge his reaction. His face wore open hostility, and his hand found mine under the table, squeezing too tight. He appeared to be trying to have some kind of glaring contest with the man across the dance floor, which was made difficult by the fact that he only had eyes for me and was ignoring Fletcher.
Skulduggery sighed. "Well, I would love to stay, but it looks like some newly wed idiot is about to attack a vampire in public with mortals around, and I don't really feel like watching the vampire kick his ass, so I'll be going now."
Fletcher turned to glare at Skulduggery, but he had already disappeared, even without a nearby door or a crowd to disappear into, yet more stalkerish behavior. I kept my eyes on him.
"I'm throwing him out." Fletcher stood up, but I laid my hand on his arm and pulled him down.
"No!" I hissed. "Don't make a sean!"
"But. . . ."
"Let me talk with him."
"But. . . ."
"Thanks Fletcher."
"But. . . ."
Before he could finish I stood up and walked away, leaving him staring after me looking like a fish with his mouth hanging open. A fish, but a cute fish. I would never marry an ugly fish.
My god. I can't believe I really just thought that.
I strode over to the vampire staring intently at me from across the dance floor, (Skulduggery must be giving stalker lessons now) and walked right up to him, not too close, and waited.
Finally, after much heart-in-the-eyes, chick flick sappy, worthy of Edward Gay Cullen staring between us, he smiled half heartedly and said, "I almost didn't believe it."
"Neither did I." I said.
"I thought at the very least you would have told me yourself. I found out through a internet rumor, did you know that?"
"No. I had hoped if I kept my distance you would forget about me eventfully."
"You mean you hoped if you kept your distance, I wouldn't be able to convinced you not to go through with it."
I didn't answer.
He smiled sadly.
And then "Time After Time" started playing. How clishi.
Caelen hesitantly held out his hand, looking vonerable and o so scared, and asked, "Can I have this dance?"
I held his eyes, understanding more than was said with my secret womanly intuition, that he ment can i have this one, last dance, before. . . . something. my intuition failed me at that point.
I hesitated a moment, then I nodded and took his hand.
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Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
and think of you
caught up in circles confusion-
is nothing new
Flashback-warm nights-
almost left behind
suitcases of memories,
time after-
Still holding hands, Caelan led me to the dance floor and spun me around once before pulling me close. I rested my hands on his shoulders and he put his on my waist.
We began to dance.
sometimes you picture me-
I'm walking too far ahead
you're calling to me, I can't hear
what you've said-
Then you say-go slow-
I fall behind-
the second hand unwinds
We danced slow, and I rested my head on his chest.
"You haven't answered my phone calls." He said.
I didn't answer.
"I miss you." he whispered in my ear.
I sighed sadly. "Then miss me."
chorus:
if you're lost you can look-and you will find me
time after time
if you fall I will catch you-I'll be waiting
time after time.
I could see Fletcher out of the corner of my eye, standing off to the side and glaring at Caelan.
after my picture fades and darkness has
turned to gray
watching through windows-you're wondering
if I'm OK
secrets stolen from deep inside
the drum beats out of time-
"I still love you." Caelan whispered.
chorus:
if you're lost...
I lifted my head off his chest and looked him in the eye.
you said go slow-
I fall behind
the second hand unwinds-
I stretched up on my toes and placed my mouth near his ear.
Chorus:
if you're lost...
"Then love me." I whispered.
...time after time
"But when your done missing me. . . "
time after time
"And when your done loving me. . . ."
time after time
"You need to take a step back. . . ."
time after time
"And forget about me."
I pulled back and drew my face so close to his, our noses touched and our lips were just a hairsbreadth away. My eyes were locked on his.
"Goodbye, Caelan."
I pulled back and walked away, weaving through the crowd and making my way to Fletcher. I opened my arms and he pulled me into a hug, and I rested my head on his chest. He kissed the top of my head and glared at Caelan. My eyes gazed at his, and when I spoke, I knew he could hear every word with his supernatural hearing.
"I do love you, Caelan, but I love him more."
His eyes filled with pain, and he nodded, and then someone passed in front of me and my view of him was gone, and when they were past, he had disappeared.
"It had to be done." Fletcher said into my hair.
"I know," I said quietly. "but that doesn't make it any easier."
"I know." He said. And then he led me out onto the dance floor, and I kissed the husband I loved with all my heart.
Suicide at Seán O'Casey Bridge
It is reported that at 7:36 p.m., just before sunset on October the 22nd, a man was seen by a casual passerby about to jump off the Sean O,Casey Bridge in Dublin. The brave citizen then called the Garza, and attempted to talk the suicide down. The Garza, unfortunately, got there too late and was unable to save the poor man before he jumped. The attempts of the citizen to talk him down, one Demi Verona, were also unsuccessful. His body was found three hours later, about five miles downriver. His body has only been identified as "Caelan", last name unknown, and no one matching his description has been reported missing. He is reported to be 5"11, 134 pounds, dark haired, dark eyed, white male dressed in a suit. If you know someone by this description, and have not seen him in over twelve hours, the Garza ask that you step forward so that the body might be identified and properly buried. On a side note, in an interview with Demi Verona, she said, "It's so sad what the worlds coming to, when you could through your life away for a woman. Just before he jumped, I asked him why, and do you know what he said? He said, '. . . .Because I can't go on without her.'"
Article by Helena Johns, The Dublin Times
Copyright The news 23.10.2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
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