Thanks for all the reviews. Keep them coming.. So, I saw a lot of them wanting the next chapter so I thought I would just be the greatest writer in the world and give it to you. Tell me what you think.. Who do you think she should be with? ===================================================================== Chris orbed to her. He didn't know what to say to her. He didn't expect her really to be expecting him. He hadn't been there the whole time she had been there and it was basically because he had hated her for trying to kill his family. Surprisingly though, after what she had said and how she had left them he didn't really hate her anymore. Instead, there was another emotion that had taken over that he needed to asses sooner or later.

Now all he felt he needed to do was find and make sure she was okay.

Victoria was where Phoebe had guessed she would be. She was sitting there on the veranda steps. Her reddish- brown hair almost looked a dark red in the light and her ethereal features seemed to glow a bit like an angels as he looked at her.

The smell of roses wafted around him as he made his way to her. Her bouquet was laying in her hands and she was wrapping the yellow police line caution tape that she had found over the veranda around it.

He looked at the yard. It was beautifully decorated in roses and Christmas lights that lit the scene. The only thing off about the place was the endless amounts of police tape everywhere.

He walked up to her on the Christmas tree lights lit aisle way and only when he was standing right over her did she look up at him.

"I knew you'd come here after me," she told him quietly.

"Ditto," he replied.

There was almost something surrealistic about the place around them. It had been a beautiful place to be married in, but now it was a place shielded with death. He guessed if there were anywhere she should die it might as well be in the place she'd been the happiest. Even if that happiness had only lasted a few brief moments in time.

"You'd think I'd be grieving," she said.

"Yeah, but your way of grieving is becoming a homicidal maniac," he reminded.

"I didn't mean for any of this stuff to happen."

"Like blowing up my house or trying to brutally murder my family?"

"For one the door wasn't open, and two that was a mere misunderstanding. But yeah, stuff like that," she answered.

"Well, it's okay I guess. As long as you're over trying to kill my big brother." Chris told her.

"Oh, yeah. So over that," she smiled over at him.

"Good."

It was all he could say. She was hot. He'd never seen someone look so much like an angel with her ethereal beauty, but act so much like the devils advocate. He didn't know how he'd really fallen for her. Hell, he didn't even know when. One minute he'd wanted to kill her off and the next he was there with her at her place of rest.

It was creepy here. It almost felt like he was consorting with the dead.

"The whole revenge thing. I can see how it makes for good vengeance. It's not worth it at the end of the day though. Especially, when you're dying and you have limited time to hold onto life as you know it," she told him.

"Tell the truth. Wyatt kicked your ass," he joked.

"Uh, no. But I did get a few bruises I didn't need," she laughed.

It was weird how easily he could get along with her. It was as if he were already used to her and they had been together forever. It was a lot like trying on old clothes that you had just found all over again. You fit into them and you still loved them.

He wondered if it was the past life that made him get along with her so easily.

"As long as we've got that all out of the way," he said.

"Chris, why are you here? "she asked, bringing him back to the reality of things. The reality that they were only mere strangers to one another. The reality that she was dying.

"I guess I can relate," he said softly looking into her violet-blue eyes.

"So you were a bride once, too? That explains a lot," she joked.

"Hey, not cool. Not cool at all."

"Fine, then. Real answer, please," she ordered.

"I still don't really trust you completely. But I do want to protect you. You came to us for a reason. A big reason. I would have done the same thing if I were you."

"Is that your off-handed way of saying we have a clean slate?" she asked.

"Kind of. Yeah."

"Is that also your way of saying you think I'm hot?"

"Whoa, lady. "he waited a moment. "No comment. So how'd you meet him?"

"Look, Chris. You don't have to stay here and baby-sit me or make small talk even." she said getting up and looking down at him.

"I wanted to come here. Give me a chance why don't you," he cried, getting up and standing with her.

She stared at him for a moment. Then looked out onto the empty audience of chairs, "I guess it was fate. We both went on a trip to New York at the same time. There was a typo on the computer and we both ended up assigned to the same seat. We'd been together ever since."

"So it was love at first sight?" he asked.

"I'm not sure about that. I've only had that once before and that was in another life," she told him softly.

"What was it then?"

"He was everything I wasn't that I wanted to be. Opposites attract," she laughed, dryly.

"Sorry about all this."

"Don't be. It wasn't meant to be. Nothing for me was," she responded, shaking her head. She started to pry the pink rose petals their stems of her bouquet as he watched her.

"Now that's a lie. If it were true you would have never been born," he replied.

"No, I had to be born to be cursed. Remember, Chris?"

"Do you realize how exasperating you can be?' he asked, cockily.

"I've been told that on occasion."

Chris rolled his eyes at her and she threw her broken rose petals at him in return.

"Hey, watch it." he cried, beating the pink petals away as if they were an evil demon attacking.

"Don't you want to know who I had love at first sight with?"

"Should I?" he asked, warily.

She looked at him and then grabbed his face in her hands before he could even react. Before he knew it, her lips were pressing his smoothly. As they kissed his past life miraculously started flashing through his mind.

It was like seeing her all over again.

He saw her for the first time as a child. She was shy and golden as she leaned forward to him and kissed him on the cheek.

Then, it was years later. He saw her among the costumed dancers. She was dressed all in black. She stood out of the crowd like a sore thumb. Knowing as he saw her, that he loved her.

He saw her again as she unveiled herself to him and kissed him inside an English garden. Then she was running through the maze wanting him to come after her like a game.

Then, he saw her in a bath of golden sunlight reflected water as she splashed him and floated away like an angel floating in the sky.

He felt the happiness consuming his body as he felt their very first kiss radiate through him.

Then, the darkness descended through him as the harsh memories of past Wyatt came into his mind. He saw Wyatt following her around and then he saw him leaving her home after he had killed her family. He had tipped his hat to him and he had been afraid to find out what Wyatt had done to put him in such a good mood. When he had found her she had been crying hysterically at what damage Wyatt had done to her family.

He had brutally killed each and every one of them.

His arms folded over her collapsed as he saw her trying to get to him, but past Wyatt held her back. He wondered why she was so hysterical for a moment then he realized why. He was bleeding to death. He was dying and his own brother had done it.

His last thoughts had been of her.

The kiss that Victoria and he had shared ended, along with the flashes. As their lips left each others he took a gasp of air into his lungs. It felt like the first breath ever.

"We were... I was."

"Yes," she whispered to him, sadly.

"Wow, talk about a kiss."

Victoria laughed and leaned into him, "You haven't seen nothing yet."