Disclaimer: I do not own Corpse bride…for if I did, Victor would have married Emily instead.
My Perfect Bride
Chapter one
A lovely calligraphy pen flew across the pages of a leather book, filling the pages with neat scribbles, the pitch black ink contrasting with the pristine white pages that where soaking up the darkness like a sponge, scaring the pages with black. The young man was sitting there writing barely taking note of what he was writing for he was thinking of what we do not know. With his neatly combed hair and a black tailed suite with a dull tan under vest and a silver tie, he was very handsome and looked content there writing, but the circles under his eyes where darker than the norm, told a different story. Told a story of darkness plagued dreams and sleepless nights.
When he stopped writing he looked at the passage that he had written
: Dear Journal,
I've been married to Victoria for a month and a half now and everything is going well…we have are own house, and enough money to live richly for the rest of our lives…but…something missing. I'm now restless and feel caged. Nothing is of interest anymore, not even the once stunningly beautiful, blue butterflies. They only bring sorrow and memories of a time where I almost died….sometimes I still wish I did. I know I should not feel this way especially for HER she's just a memory; I have a wife now, a beautiful, kind, proper wife from a high class family. Every man's dream, But for some reason it's not mine. I have dreams of the world of death and of HER…my wonderful…lovely…kind...fun….trusting…willing Emily, my beautiful Corpse Bride::
The pen fell onto the paper splattering lightly across the page as the man fell back looking scared and tripped over the stool he was sitting, on, falling not so gracefully on his bottom. He sat there, a look of horror on his face directed at the diary sitting there on the study table innocently.
He came out of his stupor when there was a light knocking on the study door.
"Victor…are you alright? May I come in?" called a young ladies voice from the other side of the door.
"Come in Victoria and yes I'm fine… I just fell that's all" Victor spoke trying to keep his voice calm as the door opened to show a lovely young lady in a fancy brown dress. She had her brown hair in a neat bun on top of her head and a kind smile on her face. When she saw him still on the floor she frowned slightly looking worried.
"Victor are you ok…you still have not gotten up, is anything broken? …shall I call the maid?" Victoria's voice was lased with worry.
"NO! …ummm I mean no, no it's ok…I must have fell asleep at my desk and I ummm had a nightmare, yes that's it…just a bad dream…no worry's!" Victor got up quickly and almost fell again when the blood rushed to his head.
Victoria giggled lightly, but was still a little worried about her husband. "Well if it was just a bad dream…" Victoria looked away unsure of what to do.
"Yes! …yes! …just a…bad…dream. Nothing at all to worry about" Victor looked out the window only to see the first stars in the sky just starting to light up.
"Well Victoria it's getting late. It's time for you to sleep; I shall see you in the morning."
Victoria smiled knowing that Victor was up and as steady as he'll ever be. "Good night darling" she spoke sweetly giving him a kiss on the cheek then walking out of the room closing the large door behind her.
Victor sighed and picked up the stool and put it back in place. With a sigh he glared and the book and put it away in one of his desk drawers locking it and putting the key safely away. He blew out the oil lamps and walked out of the now dark room, down the hallway to his bedroom. Victoria's was right across the hall. His last thought before drifting off into his dreams was 'I miss you….Emily'.
-------------------------------------------9 months later-----------------------------------------------
The calligraphy pen once again flew across the leather bound pages for what seemed like the millionth time. The large book was now filled with pictures, words and even small stories. All of witch mention or center around Emily, his one and only corpse bride. Victor never meant for the book to be filled with all that lovely death….but it just came out subconsciously, making Victor wonder why.
As the months flew by Victor slept even less now that Victoria was almost at the birthing time. He was both worrying about the baby and Victoria herself, he had a bad feeling that something wrong was going to happen…something horrible….something that would change his calm, boring, caged life forever.
Though they didn't know he knew, but the maids talked and blamed him when Victoria got ill later in the pregnancy, blamed him for making her worry. Some even thought he caused the sickness…for he almost married a corpse…they thought he was possessed when he almost married Emily, and that bits of the black magic was still there; Hurting and haunting Victoria. In truth…there was no possession….there was no black magic, just a Bride and a groom and a goblet of eternity there to bind them; they where just hoping to wed and be with each other for all of forever …But then Victoria came…
Some times he even resented Victoria for coming just then, but then he would shake his head and think 'isn't it better to be alive…then in the world of death?' then Victor would look outside and see the same old gray houses and the same old streets and then he would wonder 'is it truly?.'
This was one of those times that victor was once again pondering life or death. Then a frantic nock on the door made him jump and almost fall a few times as he scrambled to open the door. Once it was flung open the maid spoke in a frantic voice
"Vitoria's having trouble giving birth, come quickly!"
Victor bolted from the room pushing the maid aside yelling a "sorry' over his shoulder. He ran down the hallways dodging things and tripping over his feet hear and there then stumbling trying to catch himself so as not to fall.
'I can't loose her…then I'll have no one left!' Tears came to his eyes at the thought making it hard to see. Finely he reached the door to the room Victoria was in and opened the door quickly gasping for much needed air. He looked around quickly only to see some of the nurse maids staring at him. He blushed slightly before he saw Victoria panting and gasping, face deathly white looking at him. He rushed over to her side quickly a worried look on his face.
"Victor? Is that you?" spoke Victoria quietly with hope in her voice, her eyes where slightly glazed over from pain, she lifted up one of her hands slowly to touch his face.
"yes…Victoria its me…don't worry you'll be ok!" victor spoke this with barley hidden hope and sadness. When her hand touched his face he brought his hand to lay over hers on his cheek.
Victor smiled a watery smile witch quickly turned to a look of panic when Victoria screamed in pain ,went limp and her eyes closed.
"Victoria! Victoria? Are you ok! Speak to me! Please Victoria!" tears where coming out of his eyes now…even though it was frowned upon for a grown man to cry, Victor was never one to follow stereotypes.
After a few seconds Victoria's eyes opened halfway and a small smile was on her face. Victor wiped his tears away with his sleeve and smiled back. Tears still in his eyes he spoke lovingly to her.
"Oh Victoria…I thought I lost you….don't ever scare me like that again!"
Victoria smiled sadly "oh Victor even if I wanted to…I will never have the chance again"
"what do you mean Victoria?" Victor spoke this while panicking " you'll make it through this, then you me and our baby can live peacefully for the rest of our lives"
"As nice as that sounds….my time is up" Victoria spoke softly "but don't worry Victor…darling, you shall not be alone" she smiled a bit as the light starting to fade from her eyes
"Victoria what do you mean? ...please Victoria don't leave me…Victoria!" the tears started to fall once more, but this time harder than ever.
"Victoria…please don't leave" victor sobbed.
On Victoria's last breath she whispered she love for victor, and with a smile on her face, the darkness took over.
Victor screamed her name into the night. he spent the night weeping and mumbling to himself and hugging the now dead, smiling Victoria.
Neither Victoria nor the baby made it that night it was the news of the town. Many wept for the loss of the lovely young lady herself…but almost none cried for Victor's sake…not even his parents sadly enough, for they where too busy to hear the news.
Chapter 2: will be up soon