The Woman in Black
The woman strolled down the aisle, an older man accompanying her. Her fiancée waited near the altar, ebony eyes narrowed at the approaching woman. But as soon as the look came, it passed as a smile stretched over his handsome features. She strolled down, the white dress clumping behind her. Low cut, it complimented her and emphasized her great figure.
The Military officials in the rows looked joyful, all except the group at the front, the woman noted. Maybe they were just afraid of losing some of their master's attention, she decided. Her bridesmaids huddled excitedly at the front. All were jealous and happy that their friend was soon to be the wife of the Fuhrer, she would imagine that much. She finally released her accompanier's arm and took her place to the left of her dark-haired groom. He smiled at her, although he could not see her features behind the white veil. Her blonde hair peeked out from top of the hairpiece, the curls loosely cascading down her neck.
He raised the veil and looked into the blue eyes of the woman he was about to marry. She smiled back at him, batting her heavily made-up eyelashes as he gave her a small grin.
She knew why he had picked her, she was beautiful. Trim and slender body, feminine curves and soft features. Not cut like the women of the military. Rosy cheeks, pale pink lips and wide sapphire eyes... beautiful and flawless features. She knew that any man would die to have her in their grasp, but she only settled for the best. And the best was the handsome and powerful Fuhrer.
He looked past her for a second; a sad smile graced his lips. She turned to see where he was looking, nothing was there except for the wall monument. It was in remembrance of that one woman, the blonde officer that had died a few years back. It was the day after her fiancée had become Fuhrer, though he wasn't in a relationship with her back then. She had seen a picture of the military officer, kind of looked like herself, except for the eyes that is….
…..
The Priest took his place in front of the two, noticing the groom's eyes. The look of a haunted fellow, the Pastor noted as he began the ceremony. The woman on the other hand, was cheery eyed. He recognized those eyes anywhere. The eyes of the loud and preppy women that gathered in crowds with their handbags. He knew the type of woman she was by her voice, and her choice of Bridesmaids.
…..
They finished the vows, the man holding out her ring.
"I take Sarah Lilac as my lawfully wedded wife." The man stated in an emotionless voice. The Priest sighed; those eyes had seen more than they should at his young age. As the couple sealed their fate with a kiss, the man glanced over the blondes shoulder, near the shadowed window. The Priest followed his glance and his heart jumped.
There stood a woman waiting, a twisted smile on her lips, and a blood red rose in her hands. The dress reached the floor with thin folds of black sheen fabric. It cascaded past her waist and turned transparent, like the reaper itself. She was fully covered, from her collar to her fingertips and to her toes. Her blonde hair was held on her head by a clip, curls falling past her ears. Her brown eyes had flecks of gray as she just watched the man. The man in a trance pulled away from his wife, still looking at the woman. The Priest couldn't look away either. The.. thing's… smile widened, revealing sharp teeth as she raised a black clad hand and gestured with one nail. She mouthed to the groom. Come.
The Priest blinked as he heard shrieks of horror. He looked toward the wedded people before him and gasped.
The man, the groom, the Fuhrer had pulled away from his wife and collapsed onto the ground. The black clad woman was no longer there in the shadows, but as the Pastor looked at the ceiling above the dead man, he saw the two lovers wrapped in a kiss, floating through the air. The looks of sadness gone and the twisted smiled disappeared, leaving a radiation of peace. The Pastor shook his head and joined the panic of Military officers. He must have been hallucinating.
Only the front row of 4 men stayed in place, sad smiles on their lips as the glanced to the heavens above. When the Fuhrer was pronounced dead minutes later, they all sighed, but felt at peace, happy their friends had finally found love… in death.
Like I said. Haven't been in the best of moods lately. So RawR,, and help me get outta this depressing slump :P.