Disclaimer: I am not creative enough to think up these characters so I borrowed them.
Deep South – Part II
And in that moment his heart broke.
She stood on her father's arm, more beautiful than he had ever seen her, with one exception: tears were streaming down her face. Their eyes locked for a moment and Remy wanted more than anything to take her in his arms and run away from there. She silently mouthed 'I love you' and he lost his restraint. He took one step toward the end of the pew, then felt a strong hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see his father.
"Don't," was the only thing he said.
Still being held down by his father, Remy watched Rogue walk up the aisle, farther and farther away from him. With every step, Rogue felt a piece of her heart fall away. She stood beside her intended and barely heard any of the ceremony until it was time for the vows.
"Do you, Rogue, take Scott as your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"
Head down, veil covering her face, she whispered, "I do."
Scott's declaration was not heard over the echo of the church doors slamming shut.
A week after the wedding, Rogue was all packed up to move up North, to her new home. Remy stood off a distance, watching her say good-bye to her parents. Scott was loading up the carriage. They would travel to the coast and take a boat up North. Rogue looked up and saw Remy standing near the edge of the forest that bordered her parents' property. He walked up to her and twirled her around in a big bear hug.
"I will always be there for you," he whispered before letting go.
"And I will always love you," she replied. She stepped away from him then and turned to walk toward the carriage. Halfway to the carriage she turned to give him one last smile.
When the gunshot rang out, Remy felt a hot searing pain lace through his chest.
He turned to see Eric tearing through the forest after a man. Looking back to Rogue he ran to her and was horrified to see the entire bodice of her dress drenched in blood. He cradled her to his body and hugged her close.
"Chere, please stay with me . . . please . . . God please . . . I swear I'll be happy for her marriage if you let her live . . . stay with me . . . "
"Remy . . . I love you . . . always will . . ."
"Non! Don't talk like that . . . you'll be okay . . . we'll find a way . . ."
"Maybe . . . in another lifetime . . ."
"In every lifetime . . . I'll love you . . ."
When Rogue died in his arms he could do nothing more than clutch her close and weep for his loss. It wasn't fair. They were supposed to be together but everything kept getting in the way. And now . . . now she was gone.
Remy was shaken from his grief when he heard a body thrown down near him. He looked up to see an anguished Eric looking menacingly at the man on the ground, shotgun pointed at his chest.
"Why?!"
"She deserved it! She was a witch and as a Friend of Humanity it is my duty to rid the world of her kind."
"And as a father it is my duty to rid the world of you."
Remy didn't even flinch when the blood splattered across his face.
The funeral could hardly be called beautiful when he knew his beloved was the one being entombed. When everyone had gone, he remained alone to continue his grief. He kneeled against the door of the tomb and laid a bouquet of magnolias near the base.
"I will find you, my love, in every lifetime, until we can finally be together."