Heeeeeey everybody! The wedding is here!
This chapter is 19 pages long. I could've separated it, but I wanted the whole thing to be one chapter, so I hope you don't mind the longness. The last portion will be in third-person, by the way. :)
The chapter title, and the song that Sayde 'writes' as her wedding gift, is Cosmic Journey by Solange Knowles. It's a beautiful and sexy song, and I think it sums up Sayde's feelings in that moment. Aren't you glad she's getting her feelings back, lol?
Ooh, the WWE Network is awesome. I've been doing the same thing you've been doing with it, Tanya. Taker matches, all day, lol. I just wish they had more of the old Raw and SmackDown episodes. Hopefully they gradually add more over time.
In other 'works in progress that I shouldn't be doing, but can't get out of my head so I had to write it down' news, I've decided that I AM going through with the Roman Reigns story. That damn man has done a complete 'Occupy her brain' on me, so I couldn't help it.
I have the whole story outlined from beginning to end. And I actually have seven chapters typed up already. I don't know when I'll post the first chapter, but I'll definitely let you all know when I do. It's the first story that I'm doing fully in third person, so that's been fun.
The links to the pics of Sayde and the wedding attires are on my profile page.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the wedding edition of Emalf! :)
Don't forget to review this extra long chapter, peeps :)
Emalf
Ch. 38: Cosmic Journey
"Rise and shine, Sweets." I was awaken by the overtly chipper voice of my sister. "Shut up." I mumbled to her, not knowing what time it was, but figuring that it was too early for her weird happiness.
"No can do. Get up. We got lots of shit to do this morning." She lightly nudged my shoulder a few times. I groaned, throwing the comforter off of me and turning my head to glare at her.
She was sitting beside me, a big grin on her face. "Okay. Your crown is something old, your dress is something new, you're using my makeup for something borrowed, all we need is something blue. Got something blue?" She asked, ignoring my frowning face.
"No. But I could beat you until you're black and blue. Would that count?" I suggested, giving her a sweet smile at her now frowning face. "And here I thought your emotions were coming back." She got up then, stretching before going to sit at her vanity so she could begin to sort through her makeup.
Since being rescued, Taylor has racked up mountains of makeup. She's had a makeup fetish since as long as I could remember, so as soon as we felt it was safe enough, me, her, and Shea went on lots of shopping trips. I didn't mind, cause I had no emotions. But even if I did have them, I wouldn't have. Going three years without seeing her smile was long enough. So if oodles of makeup makes her happy, I'm all for it.
I sighed, getting up and stretching. "Where are you headed?" She asked me quickly, head snapping toward me. "Calm down, vamp girl. I'm headed to the bathroom." She shrugged before turning her attention back to her task.
After doing my morning routine, I went back into the room. Rolling my eyes as I reclaimed my spot in the bed. Taylor was still messing with her beauty products.
"I know you're not about to do that now." I eyed her as she continued sorting her compacts. "Not yet. I'm looking for the nail polish." She was so into her sorting, she didn't even spare me a look.
"Oh. Well, I'll be downstairs, or something." I stretched and got out of her bed again. Yeah, I had to sleep in Taylor's room last night. The wedding brigade were adamant about trying to keep tradition, somewhat. I didn't have the energy to argue but Taker had a few choice words for them. Hey, at least he complied with them.
"You're not going anywhere. The guys are down there." Hearing me continue my trek to the door, she spoke again.
"Your guy is down there. Bad luck, remember. You'll see him tonight." She said to me, sternness clear in her tone.
I sighed and sat back on her bed. "This is not turning out to be a fun wedding day, Tay." I pouted. "And I didn't even hear anyone down there when I got up." She turned and gave me a grin. "I know what'll make you happy. Mani/pedi. Goth black and metallic silver." She held up two little bottles of polish. It did make me smile. "Okay. Today's beginning to look up."
"Oh, and the guys volunteered to cook breakfast." She threw that little tidbit in right before she began sorting out her manicure equipment. "Is Take included in this cooking scenario?" I asked, intrigued. Taylor turned to me in a flash.
"Umm. Hey, we can paint one of your nails blue. That'll be your something blue." I raised a brow at her horrible attempt at changing the subject. Then a wide grin appeared on my face. Without another word, I jumped up and sprinted to the door, forgoing shoes and a robe. The guys have seen me in less than a tank top and pajama shorts seeing as though I wrestle in lingerie, so it wasn't a big deal anyway.
"Hey, wait. He's not ready yet." Taylor yelled after me, trying and failing to catch me as I ran around the corner and to the stairs. "Bad luck, Sades. Very bad luck!" She continued her yelling as I bounded down the stairs, through the hallway, and into the kitchen.
I was stopped in my tracks by the sight I was greeted with. Bare feet rooted to the spot. On the island counter was a beautiful bouquet of red roses. Beside them was a plate of eggs, toast, and sausage. A big glass of orange juice beside it. It took me a few seconds to take my eyes away from the beautifully arranged food, but when they focused on the man a few feet away from it, I became a goner.
"Mornin' Lady." Taker spoke with a smirk, making his way to stand in front of me. He was dressed in all black, shoulder length hair in a ponytail. But the thing he was carrying in his arm had me floored. I didn't respond to his greeting. I just cocked my head to the side, ala, Glenny.
He chuckled. "I tried to stop her, but she doesn't listen and she's fast. Goddamn track star wannabe." Taylor grumbled from behind me. "I knew she wouldn't." He gave Taylor a grin before turning his gaze back on me.
"What's all this? And why are you holding an adorable little puppy." That's what he had in his arm. A little floppy eared brown puppy. If my emotions hadn't have been slowly coming back already, they surely would've started to after seeing that sight. Taker and a puppy. It's just too cute.
"Your wedding gift." He handed me the little puppy. "You got me a puppy for a wedding gift?" I asked, now completely entranced in puppy cuteness. "Yeah. I know how much Aphrodite meant to you, so I figured you'd like another girl." He shrugged like it wasn't the sweetest thing ever.
"Awww. Thank you, that's so sweet." I wrapped my free arm around him and squeezed him tight. "It's thoughtful, babe. Not sweet, damn." He grumbled, pulling me closer to him by gripping my ass.
"It's okay to be sweet to me. You're my sweetie." I leaned back to look at the annoyed facial expression I knew he'd be giving me. It was there, of course, complete with a little pout.
Taking my arm from his waist, I wrapped it around his neck and pulled his face down to mine. Giving his little pout a soft kiss. He kissed me back fervently, instantly igniting those insatiable urges of mine.
Since that day last month where I contemplated being an exhibitionist in front of Mrs. Dawson, he's been helping greatly with my urges. And with the addition of my emotions coming back, the whole experience became something indescribable.
So he was a little surprised when I pulled away from his lips. "Later. I promise." I thought to him. He gave me a smirk. "You cooked me breakfast, too?" I asked, trying to get a normal conversation started before I say to hell with later.
"Yup." He didn't say anything else on account of the little puppy in my arms wiggling around like a maniac between us. I looked down at her with a smile. "What the hell kind of dog is this, anyway?" I asked, noting that even though I could tell she was still a puppy, she was already as big as Alan.
"English Mastiff." He answered. I gave him a look. "Only you. She's gonna get way bigger than Alan and Hammett." Unhooking my arm from around Taker's neck, I started to gently scratch behind the little puppy's ear. She leaned into it and closed her eyes in contentment.
"I was not gonna go and buy a little rat dog. What would my big ass look like asking for a yorkie?" I was about to speak when he spoke again. "If you call me cute, sweet, or adorable, this wedding's off." He sounded serious, but the playful smirk on his face let me know he was joking.
"I wasn't gonna say any of those anyway. I was gonna say manly. You would've looked very manly. But I happen to like Mastiffs, so I don't mind you choosing her for your vanity." I winked at his frowning face.
"Uh huh. Your sister's hovering." He said that lowly, but I'm positive Taylor heard him. Her half-vampire enhanced hearing makes it very hard to keep things from her. "Not hovering. Just waiting for you two to stop smooching so we can get things going." She grumbled from around the corner.
I shook my head. He rolled his eyes at her, then turned them onto me. "Meet me in the woods later on. Say, six o'clock?" He gave me a coy grin. I grinned back. "I'll be there."
"Are you sure you got everything?" Taylor asked, satiny purple dress rippling around her as she power walked over to the dapperly dressed Shea. He nodded at her before giving me an exasperated look. I shrugged at him, completely used to my big sister's compulsive need to be in control.
"Sayde, you're leaning on the dress. Sit up, or you'll wrinkle it." She snapped her fingers at me. I frowned at her, but she didn't notice. She was too busy fluttering around the room, commanding the men, sans Taker, Kane, and Bearer, who arrived a few hours earlier, to grab things and put it in the van she'd rented. Taker, Kane, and Bearer had all went to the wedding site earlier.
We chose a spot that was virtually unknown to most people. It was a highly wooded area, but there was a narrow pathway leading to a circular clearing in the middle, where there was nothing but earth. No trees covering the sky, at all. Taylor and Chris said that it was perfect. I had to admit myself, it was really pretty.
Once Taylor had finished my nails, complete with one royal blue pinky finger, she, Chris, and Shea went down to set up. It took them about an hour or two, which was still to long for Taylor.
That gave me time to play with my new little girl. I decided to name her Venus, as a tribute to Aphrodite. As soon as they returned, Taylor had me to hop into the shower, again. She had to practically pry Venus away from me. I've already gotten her spoiled and I've only had her for a few hours, oh well.
Eventually, she managed to separate me and the puppy. We decided to leave her in our master bathroom, instead of letting her roam free. She gave me the sad puppy eyes, when I left her. I was tempted to bring her back into Taylor's room, but thought better of it.
Next on my agenda was the makeup, which Taylor really enjoyed doing. I kind of enjoyed it myself. We started reminiscing about our childhood. How we used to pretend to get married to teddy bears. All dressed up in mom's dresses, which were way too big for us.
That reminded me of the time mom caught us and joined in the pretend wedding fun. She had put lipstick on our lips, blush on our cheeks, and had given us each a piece of jewelry she had worn on her wedding day. That was and always will be the most fun I've ever had with my mom.
Just when I started to get all emotional about that, Taylor brought out a black square box. I was surprised to find the black and white crystal necklace and earrings we were just talking about. She told me that mom had given them to her when she turned twenty-one, in hopes that she'd wear it on her wedding day, and then pass it onto me.
Even though back in those days, the word marriage wasn't even in my vocabulary anymore. Back then, Taylor had been the one that we all thought would graduate college, get a great job, get married, and have about five kids. Sure, she was a little kooky, what with her phallus obsession and all, but she was really into the family life.
But then she got sick, and all that went out of the window. Mom grew distant, our relationship suffered, and then Taylor had died. Or so we thought. As soon as the tears started forming in my eyes, Tay started yammering all of the capital cities in the US. That's something we both used to do to stop each other from crying.
It worked, and she placed the beautiful necklace around my neck. I put the earrings on myself. They were absolutely exquisite. They were handed down from my mom's great grandmother. And another plus for Taylor, they matched my dress.
It was unspoken, but we both felt that by wearing mom's dress, it's like she's here in spirit. I might not have had the best relationship with her, but she was my mother. And I loved her.
After the makeup was done, she flat ironed my hair. Then she took a curling iron and curled the hell out of my dark mane. It was bouncy and gorgeous. She had me put on my dress, then. It really was an amazing dress. And I loved that it wasn't the traditional white. And plus, white so wasn't fitting for a Lady of Darkness.
The finishing touches was of course a pair of silver strapped heels. Once I was done, I stared at the mirror for a while.
This whole scenario was weird to me. Weird in a good way, but still weird. A year ago, I was still running behind Adam. Crying alone, having my heart being torn to shreds, slowly. And now, I'm a supernatural, about to be wedded to someone I used to be afraid of.
Speaking of him, he's come a long way this past year, too. My Taker went from not speaking to his brother and trying to fit in with people who would never understand him, to realizing his birthright and making me love him. Sure he's still moody and broody as ever, but I've come to realize that that's just him. It's endearing once you get used to it.
We both went from complete strangers to soul mates in only one year. Kind of fast, but with our connection, physical, mental, and supernatural, it was inevitable. And I wouldn't change it for anything in the world.
"It's five fifteen. Asses in the car, now." That was Chris, in all of his metallic glory, quickly making his way passed Rae and I. Speaking of Rae, he's been really quiet today. That's weird for him, but I'm guessing that he's missing Lily with all of the wedding shit going on right now.
I'm also guessing the others are thinking the same thing, cause they barely asked him to do anything after he got dressed today. He had finally told them that he had a girl named Lily a few weeks ago, but he didn't tell them that she was the one who Sunny had possessed at the sex shop. He says he hasn't talked to her in a while, poor thing.
"You ready?" Taylor asked me, reaching for my hand to help me up. I took it, easing up carefully. "As I'll ever be. Lets do this." I gave her a smile.
"We're here." Chris chipperly announced to all of us. He got out of the van and began to take things out of the back. Shea and Rae got out also, helping him grab things, leaving me in the backseat with Taylor.
She looked at me with a huge grin. "What?" I questioned her. She sighed. "I'm proud of you. That's all." That simple statement made my eyes start watering. She noticed, taking a piece of Kleenex from her small purse, and beginning to blot the corners of my eyes.
"I'm not usually a blubber monster. You know that. I guess I really am excited about this wedding thing." I gave her a soft smile. She nodded. "I know. Are you ready to do this, Queenie?" She asked, looking over my shoulder at a returning Chris.
"Hell yes." I replied. She nodded, giving me a quick hug before she had Chris open the door for me. She got out on the other side, meeting me on my side where I stood.
"It's really pretty. I think you're gonna like it." He smiled at me, holding his arm out for me to hook my own around. "She's gonna love it." Taylor reassured him, hooking her arm around my other arm as we began our trek into the deeper parts of the woods. The sun was just beginning to set, so we had to get there soon, unless we'd miss the eclipse.
Once we got closer to the clearing, my eyes began to slowly bug out. The clearing was completely beautiful. There were unlit metal tiki torch poles gathered around the circular area. Silver, black, and purple tied silk fabric hung from each, connecting to each other beautifully. Black chairs adorned with purple bows on the backs of each were on one side of the circle. A metal arch with silver and purple fabric intricately wrapped around it was in the front. And there was a purple carpet sprinkled with black and silver glitter that led up to it.
There was a table off to the side close to the chairs, completely filled with the random food items they had chosen a week before. The table cover was black, of course. The cake was also on the table. It was three tiered and white. A little goth bride and groom stood
atop it. Rae actually suggested that they put little crowns on their heads. I thought it was a nice touch.
When we reached the edge of the clearing, my eyes really did bug out. Standing at the arch was my future husband. In all of his black tux glory. He still had his hair in a ponytail, but it was fine to me. He looked absolutely stunning, and his eyes were gleaming when he turned his gaze to me.
His brother was standing beside him, completely expressionless, but still handsome in his black and purple ensemble. An adorably fancily dressed Rae was on the other side, a little grin on his face. It warmed me to see his grin. And beside him was Shea, who was beaming. Behind them all, directly under the arch was the short, but eerily jolly Paul Bearer standing on a stool. These emotions are really doing a number on me if I'm thinking that he's jolly. But the strange thing was, he really was giving off happy vibes, and that made me happy, too.
"Wow." I whispered to Taylor. She squeezed my hand. "Shall we?" Chris asked, a big smile on his handsome face. I nodded. And then the three of us began our trek down the purple carpet. Once in front of the arch, Taylor let go of my arm and took her place beside me. Chris did the same, going to stand beside Kane.
"Are you ready?" Bearer asked us, looking up at the now darkening sky. Taker looked down at me, taking my hand in his and giving me a smile. I smiled back. Then he looked at one of the tiki torches, instantly igniting them all. I was shocked to see that the flames were white, and they stayed that way.
"Take hands, please." Bearer spoke, his voice much deeper than I remembered it being the last time I'd seen him. We all took each other's hand. I took Taylor's, she took Shea's, Shea took Rae's, Rae took Chris', Chris took Kane's, and he took his brother's, making a complete circle.
I could feel the excitement coming off of Chris in droves. To him, this was as much his wedding as it was ours.
When we read through what the ceremony entailed, we realized that we needed seven people to form our circle. Hundreds of years ago, there were seven supernaturals, so there was never a problem. But now that our supernatural family has been dropped to only six we were one person short.
The last few times a crowning happened, the family had just chosen one of their member's significant others to stand in. But in this case, there weren't any. So I suggested Chris. He's already family to me, anyway. Adding him as our honorary seventh member was the obvious thing to do.
No one disagreed. In fact, Take seemed kind of happy about Chris finally becoming one of us. Chris was completely overjoyed. No, he wouldn't have powers, or anything. But he'd officially be one of us. We'd be able to sense him and vice versa. He also might be able to share the mind connection that we all have, but we weren't sure.
"Would you like to say something before we begin?" Bearer asked Take and I, brandishing a medium length silver dagger. Just seeing that had me ready to bolt. "Hey, you won't feel it." Taker reassured me, giving my hand a gentle squeeze, calming me down. I nodded, then I spoke.
"Mark, I love you." I made sure to look him in his eyes when I whispered that. "I love you, too Sayde." He replied, giving me a stare just as intense as the one I was giving him.
And then I felt a pinch in the middle of my entwined palm. I knew that Bearer had plunged the dagger into it, but I couldn't look down. Taker was right, it didn't hurt.
According to the texts, the dagger through our entwined hands signifies our bond as one. And the actual blood signifies one of the four elements, water. I took a deep breath, taking note of the darkening of the sky above us. That was the sign of the eclipse.
"Do you, Mark Calaway, accept your destiny to take the throne as the King of the supernatural world?" Bearer asked him. "I do."
"Do you Mark Calaway take Emalf Hawkins as your Queen, to rule with you until your return back into the earth?" Bearer asked again. Taker gave me a small smile before he spoke. "Yes, I do."
"And do you, Emalf Hawkins, accept your destiny to take the throne as the Queen of the supernatural world?" Bearer turned his gaze to me. I didn't see it, but I felt. "I do." I replied.
"And do you, Emalf Hawkins, take Mark Calaway as your King, to rule with you until your return back into the earth?" Bearer spoke again. "Oh yes. I do." I grinned widely at Taker.
"And do you both, as King and Queen of the supernatural world, accept Glenn Jacobs, Taylor Hawkins, Stephen Farley, Scott Levy, and Christopher Irvine as your royal court?" Bearer asked. In unison, we replied. "We do."
"Make a flame, please." Bearer said to us. We used our abilities to produce a flame in our entwined and stabbed through hands. "You may now kiss your bride." Bearer suggested. He didn't have to tell us twice.
Taker eagerly leaned down and put his soft lips to mine. While locked in the kiss, our other hands began to flame, igniting the whole circle's hands in a non-burning flame. Our eyes started to glow and a soothing electric shock ran through all of our bodies. That was the signal that all supernaturals feel when a King and Queen have taken their throne.
"In front of the sun and the moon, breathing in air, standing on earth, holding water, and being warmed by fire, I now pronounce you man and wife, and Lord and Lady of the supernatural world. Fully connected, in mind, body, and soul." Bearer finished off as we broke the kiss.
"I will now place the crowns atop your heads." He said to us before going over to a small table beside the arch, where two metal boxes were sitting. Opening them both, he pulled out a plain silver crown.
Getting back on the stool he was standing upon to conduct the ceremony, he reached up to place the garment atop Taker's head. It suited him well.
Then he got down again and grabbed the diamond encrusted crown that was in the smaller box. Standing atop the stool once again, he placed the crown on my head. "Gorgeous." He mumbled to himself as he took us in.
"We done yet?" Taker asked Bearer, giving him a brief glare from the corner of his eyes. "Oh, yes. It's official. Make merry. Let's celebrate." Bearer replied, all chipper and happy.
We ended the flames in our hands, and Bearer, gently as he could, took the dagger from our hands. That actually hurt. I let go of Taker and Taylor's hands instantly. Looking down at my injured hand, careful not to let the slowly dripping blood get anywhere near my dress.
"Gimmie it." Taker said to me, grabbing my hand and gently blowing on the stab wound. The cut slowly started to dissipate before my eyes. After a few seconds, there was no trace of it, besides the red stain of smeared blood.
I gave him an astonished look. "How'd you do that?" I asked. He gave me a smirk. "Enhanced abilities, babe." He replied nonchalantly. Eager to try it myself, I grabbed his much larger hand and brought it close to my mouth. Then I blew on it, seeing his palm heal instantaneously before my eyes.
"Cool." I mumbled when it was completely gone. He gave me a grin. "Do you feel any different?" Taylor asked, handing both me and Taker wet wipes to clean the now drying blood from our hands.
"Not really. Do you?" I asked her, knowing that all of our powers were supposed to have enhanced as soon as we took the throne. She shrugged. "No. Unless you count the fact that we can sense Chris now, different." As soon as she said that, I did let it register that Chris's nearness gave me a little tingle. It made me smile. "He's officially family, now."
He heard me and cut me an enormous grin. "So, what do we do now?" I asked Taylor's grinning face. "Ooh, we take pictures. Chris and I read up on photography and everything. We're like borderline professionals, now, huh CJ?" She glanced over at the silver surfer looking Chris.
He nodded, going over to one of the chairs they had set up and unzipping a black bag. He pulled out an enormus digital camera with a grin, swaggering his way over to us. "The hell did you get that big ass camera?" Taker asked, shaking his head at him.
"Photo shop. It's a new Canon professional photography camera. When Chris Jericho does something, he doesn't half-ass it." He gave us a wink. "Alright, you two. You're gonna be my royal dolls for today." Chris snapped his hands at us. We both turned our heads to him and gave him a glare. He grinned and snapped a picture. "That's going into the scrapbook."
After about five-hundred pictures, including ones with the whole family (Bearer included), Chris and Taylor were finally satisfied. We went over to the cake, after.
Taylor, Shea, and Rae had spent two weeks working on charms to keep all animals from the vicinity of the clearing while we were there. They actually succeeded, so I didn't mind eating something that Taylor's weird ass picked out.
When we cut the cake, Glenn had gotten into my head and dared me to smush a piece of it into Taker's face. I obliged, of course. And he got me back with the quickness, smearing white icing on my nose, lips, and chin.
Chris and Taylor decided that that would make perfect scrapbook pictures, so they took turns snapping away as Taker and I both tried to smear a piece of cake on the person who started it all, Glenn. He ended up jogging away from us, and I could not run in that dress.
Eventually, Rae caught him off guard and smashed a piece right onto his bald head. That was complete comedy. Even he had to laugh at it. After we all had cleaned up, we actually ate a piece of the red velvet cake. I tried to taste some of whatever the hell Taylor had gotten for appetizers, but I failed. After she and Chris teased me for my puny taste buds, Taylor suggested that Taker and I have our first dance.
That was something that Tay and I used to think about a lot when we were younger. We had both decided that our wedding song was gonna be Nothing Else Matters, by Metallica. So when she turned on the portable stereo, I wasn't surprised to hear the familiar strumming of that very song coming out of the speakers.
"Care to dance?" Taker asked me, holding his hand out for me to take. I took it without hesitation, letting him lead me to another area in the clearing where they had placed another black rug. This one was square, just enough room for all of us to dance on it if we wished. The wedding brigade really had` thought of everything.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and I wrapped mine around his neck, and we began our slow rock. I couldn't help the giddy grin that was on my face. It seemed as if everyone was in a completely good mood. Even Rae had perked up, the nervousness in him completely dissipated. We got through this without interference, we're all safe, and we're a real family.
"My name's Sayde Hawkins-Calaway now, dude." I said to Taker, putting a smile on his face as he looked down at me. "The beautiful Mrs. Calaway. Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" He asked. "Yeah. It does." I pulled him down for a quick kiss, but that ended up turning into a long kiss. And that long kiss turned into a heated makeout session, complete with his hands gripping my backside.
The others were occupied in their own world. Glenn and Chris were talking to Paul Bearer about his job as a mortician and Rae, Taylor, and Shea were goofing off. At ease for the first time in a long time.
"Get a room." Taylor yelled over at us, catching Taker and I completely off guard. So much for her being in her own world, huh?
We stopped the kissing, but his hands were staying right where they were. "We really should, you know. Get a room. Or at least go to our room." I suggested, eyes glazed over from that passionate kissing session a few seconds ago.
He raised an amused brow at me. "You miss it, baby?" He smirked at me. "Oh shut up. Don't act like you don't miss it, too." I gave him a look. We've been going at it like bunnies the whole month, so I know I can't be the only one craving.
"It's been what, three days? Yeah, I miss it. But I miss hearing you scream out more than the act itself." He shrugged.
"Oh please, Mr. Growly." I scoffed. "Please what? I can get you off with just a few growls and one of my fingers. Hell, I've done it, more than once." He gave me a cocky smirk.
"Okay. One hand, my tongue, fifteen minutes. Remember that?" I gave him a smirk of my own. His didn't falter, though.
"Months ago, in a hotel room. Your finger, my mouth. No other bodily contact. Five minutes, tops." He gave me a satisfied grin. I gave him a soft nod. "Fine. You win. I know when to bow out gracefully."
"Smart girl." He gave me a wink. By now, our song had ended. A goth-like slow song was blasting now. It didn't really matter to me what was playing anyway.
"I have a question about something Bearer said." I said to him after a few silent minutes of our rocking. "Shoot." He looked down at me, giving me his full attention.
"We're connected, mind, body, and soul. You said that to me a few months ago." I looked at him expectantly. He gave me a grin. "That wasn't a question, darlin'." I rolled my eyes at him. "How'd you know that?"
"I just did. I felt it. Our connection. Even though we won't be fully connected until tonight." He gave me a suggestive look. "What does sex have to do with anything?" I asked, now even more intrigued.
"We're already connected through mind and soul. But now that we've taken the throne, we have to consummate it in order to be connected in body." He explained. I nodded. "Can we go get connected now?" I gave him a saucy grin. He gave my ass a squeeze.
"You know I want to, but it'd break your sister's heart. She's really enjoying watching you be happy." He glanced over at Taylor and then back at me. Taylor really was loving this. It brings me even more joy to know that I've managed to bring her joy. "You're right."
After about three more songs I didn't recognize, Taker spoke again. "Did you name the dog?" That made me smile again. I reluctantly took my head from his chest so I could look at him. "Yup. Her name's Venus." He raised a brow at me.
"Venus, as in another name for Aphrodite." Realization hit him and he grinned. "Venus. I can deal with that." Content with my answer, we went back to our silent slow rocking. My mind going to Venus and the cute little yawn she does.
Then I remembered that Taker had given her to me as a wedding gift. And I haven't given him his. I eased out of his grip that instant, causing him to give me a confused frown. "I have a gift for you." When I said that, his frown curled into a smirk.
"Does it involve you wearing leather?" He wiggled an eyebrow. "Hell no. You wait here." I started to back away from him, his inquiring facial expression making me chuckle.
I made my way over to where the others were sitting, now all engaged in one big conversation. "I need keys, and you too." I pointed to Taylor, who was sitting next to Shea, in complete crushy bliss.
"Oh, the gift. Totally forgot about that. Be back guys." She jumped up, grabbing a flashlight to help guide us through the now dark throng of trees and grass. We made it to the van without incident.
"Help me take this thing off." I mumbled, trying to grab hold to the zipper of the dress. It was conveniently in the middle of my back. Taylor chuckled from behind me, unzipping the garment with ease.
Sitting in one of the back seats of the van, I leaned back and slid out of it. Taylor was already carefully hanging it with a hanger and placing it in a plastic cover by the time I sat up. She then handed me a silver version of her dress to put on. I scowled at her. "I told you to get me something comfortable to wear, Tay."
"It is comfortable. Flowy and easy to move in. And still sexy. Now shut up and put it on." She gave me a stern look and I couldn't help but laugh at her. I knew that she hadn't packed any other attires, so it was either this dress, or my black lace corset bustier and matching panties. I was tempted to go with the latter.
"Fine. Give it." I took the dress with a frown, sliding it up my legs and half standing in the van to get it up my body the rest of the way. Taylor happily zipped me up, then turned me around for her inspection.
"How come your boobs are so much bigger than mine?" She pouted as she adjusted the cups of the dress to accommodate my ample chest, and hide the black lace that was peeking through the low cut.
"Because you took after abuela." I chuckled. She did, too. "Abuela really was flat as a board up front. But at least I have something in the back." She turned and gave her butt a little shake, making both of us crack up again.
"We were both blessed in that department, sis." I said, once the laughter died down. "Hallelujah." She grinned, giving my boobs a little pat, letting me know she was finished.
"I hope he likes this song, Tay." We were now at the back of the van getting our acoustic guitars out of their cases. "He's gonna love it." She reassured me with a quick hug. "I hope so." I sighed. "Don't worry, I know he will." And with that, we began our trek back to the clearing.
We were halfway there when I spoke again. "I'm so happy you got to be here with me today, Tay." I wasn't looking at her when I said it, out of fear that I might start tearing up again. She didn't speak, she just stopped walking and wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big squeeze.
"Okay. Enough of the mushy. Lets get somewhere where there's more light." I said to her after a few seconds. She agreed with a nod and we continued down the path.
When we got back to the clearing, we were greeted with Chris, Rae, and Shea doing air guitar impressions. Bearer, Taker, and an amused Kane were sitting down, watching them. Seeing as though Chris was a pro, he was obviously winning the battle.
I cleared my throat to catch their attention. They all instantly stopped. "Having fun?" I grinned at the three air guitarists. "Irvine decided that an air guitar battle was a good idea. We were supposed to judge." Taker explained with a smirk.
"Well, who won?" Taylor asked, just as amused by the scene we walked into as I was. "Irvine actually looked as if he was playing a guitar." Taker shrugged. "Scott has the weird hair." Kane announced with his patented smirk. "They all look like idiots if you ask me." Bearer replied. That made me grin at him.
"How about if someone with an actual guitar, like say, me, joins in the little battle." I grinned, waving Voluptas a little. They all finally looked at us fully, a sexy smirk appearing on my husband's face.
"What the hell is this? Model in the woods day?" Kane grumbled as he took in my silver ensemble. "I would've been fine in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, but Taylor, my sweet big sister, decided that I'd be more comfortable in this. You like?" I did a quick twirl.
"You look lovely, Lady Emalf." Bearer smiled at me. "I agree." Shea chimed in. "Hey, we kinda match now." Chris gave me a thumbs up, I rolled my eyes at him. "Don't kill me for this, dead guy. But all I see is big boobs." Rae shrugged with his usual nonchalant grin.
"Actually, I agree with you, Scott." Taker replied, eyes not leaving my chest for anything. "You two are hopeless." I scoffed. "Yeah. But you love us for it." Rae gave me a wide smile. "Yes I do. And that means that something's wrong with me, too." That made them laugh.
"So, you're about to serenade us with your cover artist talent?" Taker asked after the laughter died down. I shook my head in the negative. "Nope. I wrote a song for you." My cheeks reddened when I said that aloud.
It was easy to write it. The words flowed out like a fresh stream. Taylor, Rae, and Chris enjoyed it. But the song wasn't for them. Damn those emotions of mine. Now I'm nervous.
"You wrote me a song?" Taker asked, seemingly astonished. I gave him a shy nod. "You gonna sing it for me?" He gave me a smile. It was a sweet smile, completely calming me. It's for him, and of course he's gonna love it.
"Grab those chairs, Shea." Once he had set the two chairs side by side in front of the three men, Taylor and I sat. I was sitting in front of Taker, of course. He was still smiling at me, that smile that he only gives to me. And that was enough to give me the confidence to sing my song to him.
"Ready, T?" I asked Taylor as I situated Voluptas in my arms. "Whenever you are, sis." She replied. I took a deep breath and began to strum, letting the smooth melody wash over me like the stars twinkling in the sky. Taylor joining in a few seconds later.
"Won't you, move closer than close can bring you to me
Just give me the only warmth to feel
Can we, lay in this space until forever?
Till the moments around us all are still
And tell me where do we go?
On this winding traveling open road"
Then Taylor harmonized the bridge with me.
"To the hills, where the love people go
Far in the night, you and I, don't look back
You will find me"
And then back to me for the chorus. I had started off with my eyes locked on his, but somewhere between the first verse and the bridge, they were closed. I was entranced by the words I sang.
"Cosmic journey
And I love you, I swear.
Cosmic journey
And I love you I swear."
"Won't you, go deeper than deep can dig into me
Make the words roll over your tongue to mine
As I probably kiss you better than I'll tell you
And the way that you touch feels so sublime
Taylor joined in with me again.
"Be all mine
And discover you in as you will find
To the hills, where the love people go
Far in the night, you and I, don't look back
And you will find me"
I finished the song off by myself, opening my eyes to see the warm expression he was giving me.
"Cosmic journey
And I love you, I swear.
Cosmic journey
And I love you, I swear.
Cosmic journey
And I love you, I swear.
Cosmic journey
And I love you, I swear."
We finished the song at a decrescendo. It sounded way better than it did last night, I must say. But my opinion didn't matter, cause I didn't write it for me.
"So, what'd you think?" I asked him, a tentative smile on my face. He had a twinkle in his eyes, much like the many stars that decided to come out and watch us. I was a little confused when he stood and took my guitar from me, handing it to his brother without taking his eyes off of me.
I was even more confused when he grabbed my hand and stood me up. I fully understood what he was doing when he instantly pulled me into him, crushing his lips onto mine. Searing me with one of the hottest kisses I've ever had.
And here I am singing about how my kisses tell him how I feel, when he's freaking writing me 'I love you' sonnets with his lips.
I was vaguely aware of Chris with his flashing camera as we embraced, but I didn't care.
I married my love today. I gained a strange but loving family today. I became a Queen today. For the first time in a long time, I'm happy.
We were snapped out of our wedded bliss when all of the flames from the tiki torches went out. "Did you do that?" I asked Taker, a sudden uneasiness filling me. "No. I didn't." His voice was sheathed in barely contained anger. I knew what was going on, now.
When Taker relit the torches, we found ourselves looking into the eyes of my father.
"Awww. Why wasn't I invited to the wedding, Button?" Santana Sanchez Hawkins, better known as Papi spoke as he eyed his daughter and her monster-sized boyfriend.
He took a few casual steps toward them. Grinning when his older daughter stepped beside her sister. The others, including the short, pudgy old man, all huddling around the couple. It made him laugh.
"Why are you here?" Sayde was the first to speak. She looked as if she wanted to cry, or lunge at him, probably both. He knew she wouldn't be able to get to him due to the grip her boyfriend had around her waist.
"You mean you're not happy to see your Papi, Button? What about you, Tiger?" He turned his attention to his purple clad daughter, Taylor. He saw the flash of hurt he caused her when he called her by her childhood nickname.
"Rot in hell, bastard." She spat. He laughed. "Oh, you watch your mouth, miela. I'm still your father." He mock scolded. Turning his attention to Taker, he began.
"So, big man. You enjoy fucking my daughter?"
In a blink, the much larger man was lunging at him. But all of the other family members held him back. Papi chortled. "Shouldn't I be the one trying to beat your ass? I mean, you are the one screwing my daughter, Mark." He gave him a conniving smirk. Taker growled at him.
He took a deep breath and then looked down at his wife. "Sayde, remember that plan I've been keeping from you?" He asked, quickly. She nodded, completely confused and not wanting to take her eyes off of her father, opting to look back and forth between the two men.
"Oh, that's cute." Papi taunted, watching the two intently.
"We were planning to kill your dad. It's the only surefire way to end this shit. We can do it, now. Just give me your hand." He reached our for it, but she snatched it away, taking a few steps away from him.
A few stray tears escaped her eyes as she contemplated what he said to her. "You were all planning to kill my father?" She ended her question with a gasp, her vision now blurry from tears.
"Sayde, it's the only way." Taker pleaded with her, trying to grab her hands again. Not to kill her father, but to comfort her. She snatched them away again. Shaking her head, frantically.
"No, no. There has to be another way. We can't just kill him. Taylor, tell him we can't just kill him." She looked to her sister, who also had tears in her eyes. She silently shook her head at her baby sis.
"I'm sorry Sayde. I agree with them. To end this, we have to end him." Taylor softly spoke. "Oh, so you wanna help kill your Papi, Taylor?" Their father taunted, having heard the whole conversation.
Taylor turned her sad eyes onto her father. They were now filled with rage. "You killed Isis in front of me, you bastard!" She yelled at him. Her father agreed, looking to the sky as if he was fondly reminiscing. "Good times."
"Papi, why are you doing this?" Sayde spoke up, allowing Taker to grab a hold to her waist again. "You know why, Button. And if you don't, he sure does." He pointed to her husband. Taker and Sayde shared a look at each other.
"Power." They said in unison. Papi clapped his hands in mock congrats. "You two are finally catching on." He grinned at them. "How long have you been planning this?" She asked.
"Since the day you were born, sweetie. When your abuela told me that one of you two fire children were going to become Queen, I knew that supernatural ability would be mine. So I read up on the supernatural world, found out about the Lord of lightning and the Lady of flame. Then low and behold, on the day of your birth, your mother decides to name you Emalf, or flame in reverse. The name of the new Queen." His confidence and nonchalantness was nauseating to Sayde.
"So… our whole childhood, our whole lives, has been a lie?" She asked, bottom lip trembling. "Heavens no. I enjoyed every moment of you girls lives. Really, I did. I love you two." He was sincere in his words, but a heartbroken Sayde and Taylor weren't buying it.
"So why do you want to kill us, then?" Taylor angrily asked, the redheaded Sheamus had a good grip on her arm, preventing her from lunging at her father.
"Because I love power more." Her father answered, as if it were the most logical thing in the world.
"So, what? Are you and Sunny gonna take our powers and rule the supernatural world? Or are you gonna try and take over the world?" Taker asked, still wanting to just end the man where he stood. Papi laughed. "Oh, you don't need to worry about what I'm gonna do with it."
They didn't have time to respond. Out of thin air, Sunny appeared beside Papi, dressed in all black, and all smiles.
It shocked them all, except Sayde. She used her husband's faltering to get out of his grips and lunged at the blonde woman. She stopped dead in her tracks when she got about two feet from her.
She stared into the woman's eyes for a few seconds, being sucked into her mind. What she saw forced those emotions she was gradually letting reappear go back. She was completely numb again by the time she got out of Sunny's twisted and warped mind.
She quickly looked over at a pained Raven. They eyed each other for a few seconds. A silent plea from him to her. And she gave him a slight nod before she turned her attention to Sunny.
Taker was behind Sayde in a flash, arm going around her waist protectively and a deadly glare on his face. "Oh, did I interrupt the wedding?" Sunny cooed with a sly grin. Sayde smirked back, her teary eyes long forgotten.
"No, bitch. We're married. See the crown? I know you felt it." She took note of Sunny's crestfallen facial expression. "He lied to me." She mumbled to herself, but everyone heard her and gave her a confused look.
"Well, we didn't come here for that anyway, Flame." Sunny quickly gained her composure, frowning at the newlywed couple. "Okay. I'm done with this. Can we at least kill her?" Taker asked Sayde.
"Oh, god yes. I thought you'd never as-" Before Sayde could get the last word out, and also before any of them could even think to freeze Sunny where she stood, she had pulled out one of her charmed flash cameras. She quickly snapped it a few times, stunning them all.
They're full fledged royalty, now. So the flash only effected them for a few long seconds. But a few seconds were all Sunny and Papi needed to make their escape.
Taking the new Queen with them.