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The vicar. It took my mind a few minutes to catch up to the swirling events.
All the years of guilt: of running away were all for nothing.
I looked straight into the vicar's eyes. Honey gold glaring at red gold.
"You." I whispered accusingly, snapping my mouth shut to regain my composure. How dare he ruin my wedding?
"Yes it was me you silly little girl. It was me who caused the crash. Me who gave away your fathers weak blood to my wife."
I couldn't respond. Couldn't react. My body locked down in fear and guilt. He took my silence as an excuse to go on. "I thought it was my ticket to immortal life well it was for a while. But no Veronica wants your blood. The one that got away."
"Veronica." I finally managed to choke out.
In the blink of an eye my whole world had turned upside. I thought that Michael was here to kill me: to rip me apart and burn the pieces. But it wasn't Michael that wanted my blood it was veronica. The whole world spun around and around in my mind. It had occurred to Michael already.
"Veronica. My veronica! You're married to my veronica." Michael screeched his voice piercing.
"Michael! Young and stupid Michael. My veronica doesn't love you. She loves me it was a trick."
The vicar started to say something else when Michael lurched. His teeth were at the vicar's throat in a second. The vicar's dripping blood staining the floor crimson. The vicar's head dropped to the floor: a mocking smirk still on his face. Michael angrily ripped piece by piece off of the vicar. Laying them in a pile outside the house, before setting it alight. A thick black heavy smoke filled the air above the roaring golden flame.
Once he was done he stepped back to look up at me: a look of victory on his face. But I could spot the hurt and fear in his eyes. "Isabella." he says to me sincerely "its over now. You wont hear from me. I am so sorry." He chokes off as an arm grabs a firm grip on his ankle.
"Its not over yet!" I shriek. Edward is suddenly there, grabbing at the arm tearing it away form Michael's ankle. His teeth ripped at the wrist, snapping it off before flinging it towards the raging fire.
"Now its over" Edward sighs as he wraps his arms around me, staining my dress with the vicars blood.
Michael once again regains his composure, returning to his speech. "As I was saying you wont hear from me again. I have some business to attend to. You will have no problems from me again. I am sorry Bella." Without even giving me the chance to respond he was gone. Running full tilt towards the woods, disappearing into the woods in a matter of seconds. If I knew Michael he wont stop running till he found Veronica and killed her as well.
"Veronica." I mutter to Edward. "It's not done just yet! she still wants my head." I whisper worriedly.
Edward carefully turns me in his arms so I am facing him.
"Bella. She won't get to you. Won't get to us. We will protect you now and forever. I love you. I promise." Edward told me seriously.
"I love you Edward. I promise."
The promise was sealed with a kiss. Edwards warm lips pushing against mine.
"And I pronounce you husband and wife." Emmett chuckled behind us. But I didn't care I was safe. For now.