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Amelie's pov
Four months since my father; four month since that unspeakable night. Nor do I mourn for him but I do pity that death. My kind so sensitive to the power of metal silver; to twice be beaten by its force, agonising at the very best. But he's gone. Left the world so we can live in peace, in mercy.
Today is a day that holds a memory for the girl. A wedding so beautiful. I'll stand proud for her; I'll stand knowing she's worth her day. They came to me, asking permission; I couldn't reject. I granted immediate permission for the wedding they so desperately wanted. Both have fought; for me and for themselves. Young Shane, at only nineteen has fought more mental battles then many of my own. His father, his mother, his sister; yet he still stands. Claire fought from nothing to now have a lifetime in our small town. Pride in those trouble makers.
I stand in a pale pink suit; the colour of a freshly budded rose. My hair held in the formal crown. Oliver's touch catches me off guard; those cool perfect fingers. They trail down my neck; catching at the collar of my jacket. I shiver in response. Every barrier I've once held against my emotion is now gone; he warms my cooled heart. We together have the power. My second in command; my lover. Weirdly I'm not unsettled by his touch.
With father gone; it's now time to live, to breathe again. I never knew when or where he would return; who he'd take, or who'd be his sacrifice. Now I live. Morganville started as an experiment just to find our cure, but now it's so much more. It's our home. We live in relative coexistence; and that's all we need.
I have Oliver, I have Morganville, I can smile… but mostly I can live in peace, forever more.
'Set honor in one eye and death i' the other And I will look on both indifferently; For let the gods so speed me as I love The name of honor more than I fear death.'
For thy is how I long to live.
Claire's pov
Today. The beauty of one single day. I stand in a gown fit for many better than I. For today I'm able to marry. In memory of the one I lost. So much since that heart stopping time, but the wound still weeps. My gown is fitting; a white of such purity. With a bodice tight and corseted; and a skirt carrying a beautiful train, today I feel like a princess. Eve's gifted hands make my hair fit the standards of my dress; fitting an encrusted tiara and veil into my delicately curled locks. My eyes are dark and perfectly fitting; I don't look like Claire anymore. I don't look like I've previously been… because my past is forgotten and my future just begins.
Flowers; they hold such innocents. My wedding bouquets are beautiful lilies. I wanted something so ornate; something simple. They hold in them an idea of natural; of precious beauty… something that can never be lost. A lily can represent our home. Morganville is so pure; we battle for everything. Each right; each leader; it's always a cause for battle. Eve's bunch holds twelve singular lilies; with mine holding twenty four- I wanted equal; I wanted not one to be alone. I sound ridiculous but nothing should be alone- ever.
Less than an hour till my ceremony begins; I stand in the hallway of my home, the Glass house. Eve looks just as beautiful; in a simple deep purple dress; with the halter neck beginning attached by a intricate carved skull. Her normally shag cut hair, is held in a fierce whip like ponytail; with her heels being tall and pointed. Today she looks exceptional. She holds no nerves, her confidence is blinding yet my stomach is full and bubbling with butterflies. I know today can't be ruined; but I still worry… I still have my doubt. It just grows greater as the cars announce their arrival.
The ride is short but perfectly sweet; the church is decorated only in the lilies in which I chose. Father Joe; welcomes me at the gates. And then it all begins.
My father walks me proudly down the aisle as the whole of Morganville watches; Shane's face stops any of pre-wedding nerves. We stand hand in hand; prayers are spoken. Father Joe speaks the word holding 'Does anyone know why these two may not be joined in holy…' The wooden door at the back opens loudly; the wood rattling against the border. I turn to see her. Ysandre. She isn't alone. Her and her little army are clapping; clapping loud.
'I do.' Ysandre purrs.
The church turns to silence. Ysandre make a single movement; the church is chaos.
Well that's until Amelie falls; a stake is wedged between her ribs. Left side, right where heart should be. Oliver catches her; the chaos begins again.
'You didn't think Lord Bishop's death would gain no punishment.'
The church is surrounded in fight. Again a battle begins.
And that's the end; thank you to everyone who reviewed. I'm really touched by your lovely comments.
Yet if I get enough reviews asking for a part two; I will write another part to this story.
But thank you to everyone who has took the time to read my story.