The kiss was broken and all Beatrix could think to do was nestle her forehead serenely against Bill's; hands settled against the sides of his face, and a conflicted smile of emotion on her own face. This action was reserved just for him, she never allowed such physical contact with anyone, not even Tommy. It was Bill's, just like she was still his, the baby inside was still his, yet he was allowing her to be someone else's. That was what made it all right. He was letting her go and approving of the life she so desperately wanted for herself and her daughter.

Beatrix knew he didn't fully approve of it and that it had to be hard, but the mere fact he was there supporting her meant the world to her. The moment she'd heard the methodic and charming melody of the flute, and after the alarm passed, she was left with a smile that wouldn't leave her face.

If the wedding had been perfect before, it was beyond the point of being perfect now. Bill was here, with her, and fuck she had missed him. The last man on her mind had been the man she owed everything to. Slowly she broke the action between them and shimmering blue eyes locked with his hardened brown ones. She stared a moment longer.

Beatrix could only think of one more way to show her gratitude. It wasn't with another kiss; she had moved past the point of allowing actions to speak for words. She owed him better. Her lips pursed and she spoke up in a clear whisper, "Thank you." Her hands then slipped from him as she took a step back, her smile was soft, and she turned to walk down the aisle.

Bill stared at the retreating figure of Beatrix as she heavily made her way up towards the altar to continue on with the rehearsal.

There was a moment, a brief barely noticeable on the outside moment, where Bill felt a pang of strong remorse for what he was about to do her. What had just happened had not been in his plan. He had not planned on her coming back to him like that...in fact, he had unbuttoned his jacket in preparation to get the massacre underway, but then she had turned and walked back to him.

He could see the thankfulness and relief on her face as she stood closely in front of him. This meant so much to her...his presence...his support. She thought he was letting her go. He had her completely believing in his false act of coming here to have a 'last look'; although, that was true in its own darkly ironic way. He had played it perfectly of course, letting her believe he was willing to give her up, while showing a respectable amount of disapproval, disappointment, charm and moments of being a typical smart ass. He had done what he had to do, it had been fairly easy...up until now.

She had asked him if she looked pretty. What else could be said but, "Oh yes"...for she did, she looked absolutely radiant. At that moment, he couldn't even remember any woman ever looking that beautiful. She was breathtaking...and the real sting of it all...was that he was about to put a bullet into that beautiful head of hers.

When she had first leaned in to kiss him sweetly, he had made a slight effort to pull away...he didn't want her to kiss him. But, as stoic and unfeeling as he remained, he couldn't help but take a moment of serene pleasure in that kiss. And when she had kissed him the second time, which would have been a little questionable if he was indeed her 'father' as she had so wittily had her young man believing, he had allowed himself to drop the sociopaths shield for just a second or two, as the brief contact brought on a flood of extremely fond memories. She still did it all right; her hands on his face, the way she settled her forehead against his...it was all painfully familiar...everything that had transpired between them, everything that they had shared.

Then, she'd pulled away and thanked him...and that was when that small morsel of regret began to press up against his chest. It was not a comfortable feeling, remorse...he wasn't used to it, it didn't suit him. But, he kept it securely wrapped underneath that mask of steely calm. He knew the feeling would pass momentarily.

That had been it, his last sweet moment with Beatrix Kiddo, and he couldn't have pictured it any more perfect than that. He was consoled to see the adoration in her eyes when she looked at him...that meant something. It didn't mean enough for him to really think twice about what he was about to do, but it did at least mean something to him.

He'd had his moment of sweet sentimentality, now...it was time to become what he had been born to become, who he really was...a cool murdering bastard.

Blinking, he ridded himself of the last bits of emotional 'baggage' that were weighing him down. A killer did not feel, a killer did not sentimentalize, a killer did not care...did not love so unconditionally as to let such a betrayal go unrequited. He was a killer and Beatrix should have known better than to betray a killer.

Now, she would know...oh yes, she'd become very aware of it.

Standing stoically at the end of one of the pews, he waited patiently for the Viper's entrance. He continued to watch Beatrix, even when he could faintly hear the soft crunch of four pairs of feet approaching the open entrance of the chapel.

"What the hell…?"

Beatrix whipped around, her smile dropped along with her stomach, and her facial features contorted into a look of complete and total shock. Standing at the entrance of the chapel was four figures dressed entirely in black, all handling heavy fire arms. O-Ren, Elle, Vernita, and Budd, she'd know those faces anywhere; except seeing them here, at her wedding.

The distinct clicking of bullet chambers echoed through the silence, and that's when Beatrix snapped. They weren't here to support her and….neither was Bill. Oh God…

"NO! BILL!" And within those five seconds that she came to realize what was going on, her killer instincts burst out of concealment. The loud heinous sound of gun fire dominated the screams.

The tall blonde watched for a mere two seconds in stunned disbelief until she realized she had to move. Tommy was on her right and without a second thought she abruptly and forcefully pushed him out of the line of fire. Both groom and bride fell to the floor behind the set of pews.

Bill barely even gave the four entering Vipers a look; he was too intent watching the bloody tableaux unfolding in front of him. A small sadistic smile crept onto his face as he watched Beatrix go through those few short seconds of realization.

Now she knew. He could see it clearly on her face...she fully realized now, and that made Bill extremely happy. That look on her pretty features almost made his suffering worth it. And, of course, he knew she'd react so professionally, grabbing her fiancée and diving down behind the pews to avoid the bullet spray. Smart girl, she always had been.

Meanwhile, the four young wedding party members, three women and one man...didn't stand a chance. Neither did the reverend and his wife, nor the piano player. Between the heavy fire emitting from the automatic weapons carried by Budd, Elle, Vernita and O Ren, they were all mowed down within thirty seconds. If they didn't die instantly, they were going to very quickly thereafter. Bill didn't pay much attention to them though; they were just the afterthought in this whole thing.

Bill took his few seconds to enjoy the moment, and then making sure he was clear of gunfire, he moved into action. Yanking the 44cal Beretta from his jacket holster with one smooth movement, he marched up the aisle towards the pew that Beatrix and her fiancée had ducked behind for cover; his cowboy boots clomping on the wooden floor. He wore that expression that Beatrix knew all so well, the cold expression of a true killer at work.

He stared down at the two of them. Beatrix was looking at him with the utmost pure hatred and shock. But he didn't fear her in the slightest, there was nothing she could do in her current state and she knew it. Her tall blonde young man on the other hand was staring at him with complete confusion; obviously completely flabbergasted as to what was going on. Stupid fucker.

With a snarl, Bill reached down and grabbed Tommy by the lapels of his tux, whilst still holding onto the gun. Even though Tommy was far larger and far younger than Bill, the power of anger, and stamina of lifelong training made this easily possible. Bill, stared Tommy right in the face with distain. This was the asshole who'd been fucking his woman, the one who'd knocked her up. This was what she had taken over him.

Baring his teeth, Bill kneed Tommy right in the groin with the force and skill of one who knew exactly how to do that to the utmost efficiency. That was for fucking her. Hefting the gun in his right hand, Bill then plowed the barrel up into Tommy's face as the taller man bent over in pain.

Yelling out, Tommy clasped at his bleeding face, taking a few reeling steps backwards. Wasting no time, Bill swung the Beretta up one handed and shot Tommy point blank in the head; all of this with a look of complete unfeeling stoicism.

The tall blonde man fell forward onto the wood floor with a loud thud; face down in his own blood and gore. He twitched a few times and then remained still. Frowning, Bill lowered the gun and giving Beatrix a quick almost dismissive glance, he swiftly turned his back on her and her now dead fiancée.

The rest of the Vipers were standing back a few feet away, smoking weapons in their hands. The look on Elle's face was purely murderous; the others...save for Budd perhaps, were similar. Bill gave them a silent nod and then walked away.

For the moment, Beatrix was all theirs.