A Bride's Story

This is the story of Emily and how she became our Corpse Bride…

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Chapter One: Early Morning

A girl with long, black hair sat on the brim of a water fountain. Dipping her slender fingers into the water, she sighed sadly. This girl wore a long, blue dress with the corset spotted black. Random strings of hair fell in front of this girl's face as tears fell from her eyes. All night she had been out dancing in the moonlight until her father came and found her. She'd thought the woods were her own special place, that no one knew about it. Apparently that wasn't the case because her father had found her quite easily. Blasted footprints in the snow, they ruined everything.

Making little ripples in the water, Emily was trying to forget last night's fight and make today a new day. But when she was a prisoner to her own home it was rather hard to forget all the negative energy around her. She was in her gloomy back yard trying to find a way to get over everything.

Hearing something crash behind her Emily jumped slightly and before spinning around she wiped her eyes of all tear stains. Seeing that it was merely the new maid dropping some plates on the patio floor, she eased up a little. The young woman of 19 years ran over to the maid and helped her with the shattered pieces even though the maid protested. "Oh please miss, don't worry yourself with this. I can clean it up fine"

Emily just shook her head. "Oh Jane, it doesn't worry me at all." Within a couple minutes, the two had gathered all of the shattered plate shards. Jane and Emily stood up together and smiled. "I thank you miss. Bless your stars you hadn't grown up spoiled like your friends." With that the maid disappeared into the house leaving Emily standing on the patio utterly confused.

Yes, she wasn't spoiled with so much money, but were her friends? No not her friends. But her neighbors were. This was considered 'snob hill' by her friends. The people her parents wanted her to be friends with were exactly that; spoiled snobs who absolutely need to be taught a lesson. Her mother and father always thought that Emily needed to associate with people of her own class, but how could she when they were never outside playing?

Ever since she was a little girl Emily had found friendship in the common children of the town merely because they knew how to make friends. Mother and Father had always frowned whenever Ben or Nellie came over. They were considered ragamuffins to her parents so why bother bringing them around anymore? Meeting in the forest was their way of hiding secrets. But now that father had found out about the secret hiding place there was no way to meet, or even tell them. Perhaps she could send them a letter?

Today she would write it and tomorrow send it out before her parents even thought to check for the mail person. With that happy thought, Emily went inside and ran up to her room. She hadn't even noticed her parents in the living room talking about her and her silly little dreams.

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As Emily was upstairs writing to her friends a stranger came into town. He had striking features. A prominent chin, beautifully crafted, long flowing black hair that was parted to the side in a very rich looking fashion. And he dressed very well mannered. But something in his eyes made him look rather…devilish. This stranger looked like he was looking for something and wouldn't give up until he found it. Well, to some people that was a good thing, a very strong feature that shows that he is very diligent.

But what he wanted no one knew.

After un-mounting his steed the man looked around the small town. At once glance one would just pass by this town, but not this stranger. He saw potential and possible money in the over-sized houses and the many coaches. Yes, potential he did see.

Walking into a pub called 'The four Ladies' his nose wrinkled up at the stench of alcohol. He wasn't usually the one to drink; this man found it the devil's beverage. But if one was looking for answers this is where he was to go. People often had loose tongues in such pubs.

Fixing his over coat the man who seemed to be no older then 25 years of age spotted the right man to ask some question. He slyly made his way across the room and pulled up a stool. After quickly dusting the seat off this stranger sat down on it, "hello friend. Would you mind answering a few questions for a stranger?" The drunken fool looked at this fine dressed man and thinking he was a noble grinned though missing teeth and said, "Well shir…what questionsh should I be anshering?" Every "s" he said turned out whistling due his front two teeth missing.

This stranger tried his best not to cringe at this old man's nasty whistling and horrid breath. "If I were to be looking for a wealthy young lady to wed…where would I look?" he could be so open to this old man because who would believe the drunken fool?

The drunk scratched his head while sticking his tongue out in a thinking matter. "Hhhmmm Well thatsh an eashy one that ish Miss Emily Carter. Her family ish the richesht family in town, and she ish quite beautiful at that." The stranger grinned tapping his fingers together. "And you're sure they are the richest?" his drunken companion nodded taking the last sip of his drink.

Noticing that the newcomer yelled to the bartender, "Ah, this good man needs another drink." And with that he placed a 5 pound bill on the table. "Thank you kind sir, I do hope you like your next several beverages." And with that he asked one last question, "Where would I be able to find

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Me- ok, so this is one of my favorite movies, Corpse Bride. I didn't really know her real age or last name so I just made them up. Please review lots and keep following this Fan fiction! It will sure to keep you entertained

And a special thanks to VincentValentine13 for getting me obsessed with Tim Burton