The legends of dead people were not intriguing to most children but whenever her quirky uncle would come to visit he always had a tale to tell and his latest, and by far most amusing was one of a young girl who died on her wedding night.
Vivian Bijou Cecilian was indeed this strange child that liked to dance among graveyards to the bone chilling songs sung by crows. Her gaze was wild and bright, blue as the sky and sea was infinite, she had skin like pale buttermilk and was quick to tease the other girls who had to try so hard to achieve such a natural paleness. Everything about her was lively and wild, like the bits of blonde hair that grew from her head in crazy, untamable waves. And this peculiar beauty would run among the forest playing peekaboo with ghosts and always a little devil of the artistic variety would bring colors and paints and decorate any bones she found above the grave, not to deface the person that had once lived but instead to give them a new face and bring life and color to the gloomy cemetery.
She would make and bring paper flowers to put on their graves and always make up wild stories for the different people who laid to rest beneath her rampant little feet.
Everything she had continued until her uncle joined the dead, and not because his earthly clock expired but instead because he had disappeared without a trace, some say that he vanished, others say that he ran away, but all agree that he was gone much to the ease of people's minds.
All but Vivian, who was distraught after her uncle's death. She had loved the man dearly and his death put her at odds, furthermore than she'd ever been with her father, who struggled to love a child who had driven her mother mad, and further into the world of the dead.
She wished to join them sometimes, but she didn't ever dare because her father would kill her for thinking such a dark thought. Vivian couldn't help being curious, it was as most of her family on her mother's side had been, curious and wild, never afraid of anything. But here was the young matriarch cowering in fear of her father's hand or belt, or worse yet the logs for the fire or the fire pokers, such a sad state was she that any humor which she used to take in the little things was lost that year she turned seven.
And by the year she had turned eight trouble was only beginning. Whispers and rumors of the most awful sort spread about her and she was pained to show her face anymore lest she be heckled and mocked. Children were always prone to poke these things her way and she couldn't stand up for herself which only made it the worse.
Vivian Bijou Cecilian sat against the grave, whose name had long since been eroded away by weather, no one came here and it was covered in dead ivy and moss, obscuring anything that might have been preserved from the elements. She traced patterns in the stone and hummed something filtering through her brain at the moment and watched silently as a black widow crawled across her fingertips and dangled from a silver thread before going off to continue her work elsewhere. Vivian sighed, it wasn't entirely fair that her uncle disappeared, for he still hadn't finished telling her his eccentric story about a dead bride who supposedly was buried in a shallow-shallow grave in this very grave yard.
Voices carried across the empty land, harsh and angry, growing to such furious fever that Vivian hid behind the headstone. Torches lit up the gray landscape and shone against her face, a burly man picking her up by the sweater while other adults heckled her and spat insults. Vivian flinched but took it, not once saying a word until out of the group came her father and the priest, then her eyes went wide.
They were carrying a bowl with a piece of wood in it, she was confused and frightened by the look in her father's eyes. "Kill the witch." Was all he stated and the whole crowd was in an uproar. Terror coursed through Vivian and only then did she struggle against their grasp, but someone grabbed her ankles and held her feet still and somebody grabbed her arms and pulled at the joints until they threatened to rip from her very shoulder sockets. She cried out in fear and looked towards the moon in the sky, fat tears rolling down her cheeks as the crowd cheered, her father now holding the stakes as the priest blessed it, a beautiful blue butterfly fluttered across the moon and she smiled, no last words wasting her dying breath as her father plunged the stake into her heart with all his might.
The crowd cheered, and dropped her in a crumpled heap on the ground leaving her and the gravestones alone.
Vivian Bijou Cecilian woke up that night, with the full moon shining above her and the ground beneath her, it swallowed her whole and drug her down, but before the little child could or would've done anything about it she was still in the graveyard, but instead of the moon of pale blue, a moon of chilly gold glistened in the velvet night sky.
The grass beneath her hands was very dead and crunched beneath her fingers as she slowly sat up and looked around. Everything looked the same but instead had a nostalgic feeling about it. A black widow crawled across her fingers and up her sleeve and Vivian watched curiously as the spider crawled all over her and sat atop her nose and stared into her eyes with the sparkling, stunning, eight little jewel studded optics.
The spider smiled with her chelicerae and asked. "What are you doing down here little girl?"
Vivian blinked and tilted her head, cupping the spider in her hands, for some reason a talking spider wasn't all that odd, considering her father had just... killed her. She gently ran her finger down the widow's back and sighed at the sensation. She felt smooth yet also hairy, like the coat of some small dogs Vivian had been lucky enough to stroke at passing glance."I... I don't know Ms. Spider..." in truth she knew quite well why she was wherever here was and when she looked down at her chest it was clear to see.
In her shirt was a gaping hole between ribs and flesh her shirt stained with blood and what remained of her insides were on curious display when viewed from the proper angle. Such a strange and peculiar sight indeed.
"Spider?" Vivian asked and paused when she felt the bejeweled gaze return to her. "Where am I?"
This is different than my normal queue but I was bored the other night I watched this movie, it's a wonderful film. I don't know if there is any new content for this but it seemed popular around 13 so to any of you corpse bride fans who keep tabs on the stories uh? Tada!? I guess, this is new for me and I hope I do the fandom proud. (Don't worry I'll update everything else soon)
Happy Thanksgiving!
Sam dankefest! (German)
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