I know guys it's been ages, I've taken so long to upload this story, But it's come to the end.

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Epilogue

"CLAIRE DANVERS DO YOU WANT TO BE LATE TO YOUR OWN WEDDING?" Eve screamed up the stairs. Who in their right mind would make her their maid of honour? Oh yeah- I did. Claire thought to herself as she slipped on her white high heels. She stood up straight and smiled. She had dreamt of this day for a whole year. The good side of being a vampire was you got pale, spot free skin and nice white teeth- fangs optional for view if you feel like it. The white dress fitted her perfectly, giving her nice shape. Her hair had been put into long ringlets (which she had grown over the year especially for) with a small tiara nested at the top. She looked at her room once more then started to walk down the stairs. She saw Eve and her parents before they saw her. Eve had chosen to wear a deep purple dress, which of course she looked stunning in. Her dad looked handsome in his black tux and her mum looked beautiful in a white dress with abstract flowers patterned over it. The stairs creaked as she stepped onto it making the three of them turn around with a shocked look on their face. Claire ignored them till she got to the bottom of the stairs.

"You look beautiful." Eve grinned and hugged Claire lightly.

"So do you. That dress is A-ma-zing on you." Claire hugged her back and turned to her parents. Her mum had tears falling down her wrinkled cheeks.

"Darling when did you grow up so beautifully?" Claire hugged her mother tight, of course not too tight.

"When I moved to Morganville, it does kind of cut your childhood short." She smiled. It was true- physically, she would never grow up.

"Right, we got to get you to the church. We are late and Shane might tear the church apart due to nerves if we don't hurry." Eve laughed pulling Claire out of the house; they all got in Eve's car and raced to the church. Michael was standing outside and opened their doors and helped Claire out of the car.

"You look beautiful Claire, Shane's a lucky guy, and if he forgets that- I'll punch him in the face for ya." Michael grinned. Man- all the guys looked handsome today. Claire thought to herself as she hugged Michael.

"Thanks Michael, for everything, especially for taking me in after that Monica incident that long time ago."

"No problem, you're like my sister now so it was the best decision I ever made." He grinned at her.

"OI Michael as much as I love you- get your ass into the church and get the music started!" A stressed out Eve walked over breaking up the hug and making Michael light up.

"Yes Sir!" He kissed Eve lightly on the lips then disappeared into the church, followed by her mum.

"Once I've gone in, count to 10 and then follow." Eve kissed Claire's cheek- thank god she wasn't wearing lipstick. "Good luck sweetie." Eve then disappeared into the church. Claire looked up at her dad, he was getting older, more wrinkles appearing and his hair was turning grey. His eyes were red from a few tears that had escaped earlier.

"You ready for this then hun?" He asked smiling at Claire.

"I was born ready." She grinned at him; she took a deep unnecessary breath and entered the church.

Claire walked slowly, not noticing the people who were here standing in the pews watching her, her eyes were on the alter. Michael tapped Shane and like in slow motion, Shane turned around. Their eyes locked and Shane smiled a beautiful smile. Claire looked beautiful, his angel. Claire saw Shane as perfect, her prince, in his tux. Her dad placed her hand in his, she felt like she was home. The service was a blur, they exchanged vows and rings.

"Do you, Shane Collins, take Claire Danvers to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health for eternity?" The vicar asked Shane, who grinned at Claire. "I do." Shane replied, making a small tear drop down Claire's cheek, not in sadness, but obvious happiness.

"And do you Claire Danvers; take Shane Collins to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health for eternity?" Claire looked deep into Shane's eyes. "I do." She replied softly.

"Then I pronounce you husband and wife. Shane you may kiss the bride." Shane grinned. "You don't need to tell me twice." He lifted her chin up softly and kissed her. It was the most beautiful kiss they had had ever.

And that's when Claire got her happy ever after, well at least for that day.

- End of Story-

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