And so begins the last few chapters of this story.... Dun dun dun.
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Victoria quickly parted the ivory canopy and slithered out of bed. From there she slowly walked to the bay window to look down at the backyard. She wasn't too sure on what she was going to find there.
Everything and everyone was lit in soft orangish pink hues coming from the sunlit sky setting a romanticism to the wedding going on below.
Small white and baby blue marble towers had been set up down at the ends of every aisle with red roses sprouting out of them almost as of they had grown there wild. The white chairs had been set up in the shape of a horseshoe around the aisle so that everyone would get a clear view of Victoria on her way down to the altar. Small white Chinese globes lit with pink candles covered the whole yard where everyone was sitting. Up and down the aisles and all over the veranda they had even set up a beautiful pattern of white glittering Christmas lights. The aftermath of all the soft glows and warm red hues along with the sunset almost blew her away as she looked down.
White and pink roses were strewn in patches crisscrossing over the white veranda's frame where she was to say her wedding vows.
Her father, oddly, was already standing at the altar. Her fiancé was standing with his back to her and exchanging a few words with the priest. He didn't seem at all that nervous. He seemed ready to get the show on the road.
People were waiting for her come. Everyone was seated and waiting for her to walk down the aisle towards her husband to be.
Everything was in its place. Everything was perfect, but she still had a chill flowing steadily through her bones that she couldn't get rid of.
Was this a dream?
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Her bedroom with its natural, familiar setting disappeared from around her as she looked down on her wedding.
The bays window view was the last thing to go.
All of a sudden, she found herself on the aisle where the white petals of the flower girls had been thrown. It was so surreal to find herself there all over again when she hadn't even made the effort to leave her own bedroom. She had somehow been brought down to her very wedding.
Now, she no longer was the spectator, but the bride ready to go down the aisle.
The bay windows frame slowly disappeared around her as she took a breath in and looked at the veranda. Now there was nothing in her path to the veranda where Mark was waiting for her. Chills flew through her body and into her bones as she started to make her way to the veranda and Mark.
Hadn't she been here before? Hadn't she done this once already today?
She tried to remember if she had as the feeling of déjà vu entered her system. Of course, she couldn't really remember it all that well if she had. It was a vague memory that she had of the wedding. Perhaps it had only been a dream.
As she went past the seats of smiling people, they turned in their white chairs and turned back into stationary puppets that they initially were. They looked like the shells of people that they had once been in life.
There in their natural positions they turned back into the dead state that she'd seen them in when she'd awoke to find everyone dead. Their movements seemed rusty and puppet- like as they turned away from her. Their expressions freezing on their pale, ghoulish faces.
This movement happened as she walked stilted down the aisle. Behind her, the row that she had just walked past turned back to face the veranda and once she had passed the aisle ahead of them they were completely wiped out of the picture. In their places, was a black hole. As the black hole consumed the people watching the wedding they turned to dust, the marble towers with the wild flowers growing from them withered, and then the whole background was engorged in a solid black.
This happened in a domino effect to every row that she passed on her way to the altar and her husband to be.
Mark hadn't turned to her yet. He was waiting for the surprise of seeing her as long as he could. He stood looking ahead of himself at the altar with a small smile on his lips that she could see from his profile.
Victoria looked down at her dress nervously.
Instead of the her long white silk strapless wedding gown that had fallen around her in gauzy white layers of spiraling icy frost she wore a darker version of it in the colors of black and dark red. Her long silk strapless wedding gown was a dark red underneath that looked like lingerie and then black gauzy layers spiraled around her body like black crystalloid frost.
Instead of looking like a Greek goddess now she looked like the angel of death.
It was then that she realized everything was all wrong here.
She wanted to turn and flee, but she couldn't. It was as if her legs had a mind of their own and they kept her on her path to the verandas wedding altar. She felt as if she were caught on film and that the impression of her walk to the altar was always replaying itself and she was caught inside of it.
Everything around her was black and white now. Unlike the world she knew that was in Technicolor the whole place and people were black and white. The only colorized things in this world were Mark and herself.
It seemed like it took forever, but she finally made it to the altar.
She'd made it to him.
She half expected Mark to turn to her. She still had the hope that her life had changed and she was living what should have happened at her wedding. She hoped that it was playing her wedding day now because the curse had been destroyed and she was able now to live what should have been.
She knew better though.
She knew it before he even turned to take her hands in his greedily. As he did turn to her color ran through the world around her again.
He smiled at her with his blue eyes searing into hers and then he kissed both her hands as she stopped in front of him, "It took you forever," he said, softly.
She knew what happened next. She would say, "God, I love you." And her tears would fall, and her happiest moment would occur in life. Then, everyone she ever knew or loved lives would end in front of her very eyes.
But she doubted that that would be her same fate now.
There was one very good reason for that and it was because Andrew stood before her at the altar. He had been the one who had taken her hands, the one who had replayed her whole wedding, and the one who had tricked her into believing that he was the man she loved. The man who she was supposed to be with.
It was hard to believe that everything around her wasn't the real thing. It was as if he had a hold of her memory and was replaying it again for her just to see if he could twist it to his own liking and win her over.
If there was a time to feel like she was going to go crazy now was the time.
She looked around the white boarded pink and white rose strewn veranda and what had been her backyard for help, but there was none. Everyone and everything that had been there before was gone. It now was covered in a black void.
The only thing that still existed where they were were the two of them and the veranda they stood on.
Wherever they were they were alone. There was no help coming. He had her and she knew it and she hated him for it.
"Wyatt?" she asked, in a half ass attempt of the only remaining hope inside of her soul.
"I think you know better then that," he responded. Then he kissed her wrist and proved to her that she was living her worst nightmare with one single word. "Nymphet."