When I was in my room once again, I walked to my wardrobe and looked within at all of the beautiful gowns that hung upon hangers, awaiting me. This was truly amazing! I still had to adjust to this new life; a wealthy one where I didn't have to worry anymore about anything for the rest of my eternal life.

I didn't even have to clean up my mess, if I ever made one. There were Mark's staff around although I haven't seen any of them around. I wondered on why that was as I observed all of the gowns. Many were blood red as well as pitch black, purple, emerald, and turquoise. All were quite beautiful, but I didn't know which one to choose. Maybe another one that matched my eyes? I sighed then chose a turquoise gown that made me rather happy with its blank design. I didn't need gowns with flash. I was a plain and simple woman but now that I was to become a queen, did I need that flash now?

I sighed then floated to the bathroom where I undressed and showered for tonight…

Space

Mark chose a black suit and a black silk shirt. After his shower, he dressed and looked at himself in the mirror. He didn't look flamboyant but sophisticated and wealthy. He smirked at his reflection. His life finally felt whole and complete now with Angie. She was his salvation, his happiness. And now being able to meet the people who brought her into this world had him rather excited. There were certain times in a man's life where he would become excited.

But would they accept him like Angie had? Would they be happy, or would they despise him for being a Vampire? His smirk faded. If they despised him now they would always despise him. Well then, for Angie, he would try his damnedest to show them that he was worthy of Angie.

He thought back to what Angie said about how awful his mother was how lucky she was to have a man like him in her life. He wasn't so bad and after all of this time, he accepted it. Hopefully this would be a good thing. Angie was so excited about this and he didn't want to disappoint her. Her happiness was first priority here. Maybe he was overreacting about this whole thing. He just didn't want her parents to think the worst of him. Not like his mother had.

His eyebrows furrowed, and he shook his head. No, that wouldn't happen tonight. This was supposed to be a joyous time, not an upsetting time. So he took a deep breath, letting all of those negative feelings go. He closed his eyes for a moment then opened them and looked back at his reflection. His hair was mussed about and he smiled. He loved it like that, not to mention how Angie found it rather sexy.

But it couldn't be mussed with her parents coming tonight so he brushed his hair then put it into a ponytail, braiding it. He then placed his crown atop his head and finding that he looked presentable, he then flitted to her room…

Space

"You look so beautiful." Harley said over my shoulder as I looked into the mirror.

I blushed and smiled softly. "Thank you, Harley. You always make me smile, you know." I said, smiling in spite of myself.

She smiled as well.

"I try, Your Highness."

My eyes widened as I looked at her in the mirror. She just kept on smiling. Maybe I should get used to that but with becoming queen soon made me nervous. I couldn't believe that I was to be a queen! For a moment, I thought of all the people I went to school with who picked on me. Boy, wouldn't they all be surprised to find that the shy nerdy girl was happily married to a king and was a queen for eternity?

Life was rather sweet sometimes.

"This gown really compliments your eyes so beautifully." Harley said and flared my long hair about my shoulders.

I smiled and looked at my gown in the mirror. It wasn't all bland or without some flash. I'd admit I did like some flash. The gown covered my shoulders but left both of my arms completely bare. It didn't flare out at the waist like the gown I wore to Glenn's ball had done. This one just fell straight down to my feet and I loved it. It hugged my waist, as a nice gown should. I never saw myself wearing long gowns before but now it was an everyday thing for me. a simple but amazing thing.

I turned as Harley kissed my cheek then hugged me. I hugged her back and smiled. I then thought of a question and decided to ask it.

Now was as good a time as ever.

"Harley, are you married?"

She sighed softly then pulled away.

"I was married once, though not anymore." She said sadly.

I frowned and immediately regretted my decision.

"Harley, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have opened my big mouth."

"It's all right. He died of the flu long ago because he was a Mortal. Why do you ask?" She asked, looking at me now.

"Well, is there a way to bring him back?"

Her eyes grew wide and she shook her head furiously.

"No! It's forbidden to even think of such a thing! It's against the rule of the supernatural world to bring the dead back from the grave. It's forbidden to us supernatural beings."

I pursed my lips and placed my hands upon my hips.

"I heard of that rule once but never really believed it. How can this be forbidden? Harley, you've been alone for Heavens know how long. You can't tell me that has never crossed your mind."

She looked away and wrung her hands before her. I could see that she had thought of this and now it made her uncomfortable to talk about. But no one should be alone, and this was exactly what I told her, but she continued to shake her head.

"I don't have the power to do such and I wouldn't want to, even if I could." She said then turned.

"But why?" I asked before she could flee.

She paused then sniffled. I felt so bad for pushing but I was only curious. Curiosity killed the cat, though.

"Because I want him to rest peacefully and be happy amongst the Angels. I couldn't bear to do that to him. Your king approaches, my Lady. Be safe and good luck with tonight." She said then vanished.

So that was it? But was he happy in the Heavens? I could see that Harley was unhappy with this sore subject, but she had to feel lonely. And it wasn't fair but maybe it was his time then. She said he was a Mortal and that meant he didn't belong to the supernatural world then. My eyes grew wide. She broke one of the supernatural world's laws and she was still here? The Ancients must favor her.

But why was wanting to bring someone back forbidden? Why when clearly she was so lonely?

"What's forbidden, darlin'?"

I gasped and spun, seeing Mark striding towards me from the doorway. I placed my hand upon my pounding heart and took a breath to calm myself. When I did calm, I looked down at my hand and frowned before lowering it to my side. Mark was now before me, looking down at me, his green eyes beheld wonder and curiosity as I gazed into them. I sighed then grasped his hands in mine.

"I was talking to Harley just a few moments ago about her husband and I wanted to know if he belonged to the supernatural world. I also inquired if she ever thought to resurrect him."

His eyes widened, and he shook his head.

"Yes, Harley had the same reaction." I said and looked down.

"Angie, it's forbidden to do such a thing in the supernatural world. That would break the laws that we must follow."

I looked up at him then.

"I know but why? No one should ever be alone, and she is alone, Mark."

He nodded. "Yes darlin', I know that she is alone. But there is nothing we can do."

"Are you sure, Mark? Couldn't we find a way to do something?"

He shook his head. "Unfortunately I'm afraid not, love. Come, we should be ready when your parents arrive."

I sighed then nodded. He softly held my chin and looked down into my eyes.

"Are you hungry?"

"No, are you?"

He nodded. "A little but I can wait."

"No Mark, with my parents coming here, you may grow hungry and you know that can happen. Once you feed, you'll feel better." I said then removed my hair from one side of my neck.

"Feed, Mark."

His fangs suddenly ached even as he refused. I stood there patiently awaiting his bite. His hands tightened around my shoulders as his now black gaze zoned onto my exposed neck. Bite her. He thought. There's no problem? The problem was that if he fed from her now, he would become horny or rather hornier than he already was. He growled and released my shoulders.

"Damn you, woman! Must you tempt me so?" He growled, running a hand through his hair.

I looked up at him and lifted an eyebrow.

"Tempt you? What makes you think I'm tempting you?"

He then scowled down at me. I continued to stare up at him, awaiting an answer. He sighed then grasped my arm, flitting us to the kitchen where he released me. He stalked to the refrigerator and snatched open the door. He grabbed a blood pack then slammed the door closed. I wouldn't flinch, I told myself repeatedly as I watched him move angrily about the kitchen.

"I'm sorry if I upset you." I said as he looked blandly at me.

I sighed then, looking frustrated.

"What do you expect me to say, Mark?"

He shrugged, and my eyebrow rose.

"What happened to you feeding from me?"

He paused as he was lifting the glass of blood to his lips.

"It's no longer valid at the moment."

He began to drink, and my eyes narrowed.

"What do you mean, 'no longer valid'?"

He finished the blood then slammed the glass down upon the counter and glared at me.

"Well?" I asked, placing my hands upon my hips.

But before he could respond, the doorbell sounded. He sighed in relief.

"Saved by the bell."

"For now." I said, looking up at him through narrowed eyes.

He smirked then as a butler answered the door…