Alright, chapter 2 is finally up. Sorry it took me so long, but I sat down and really thought about how to word things. It had to be just right, I knew, so here it is.

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Chapter 2

Victor snored slightly, rolling over in his sleep. He felt something warm and soft press against his side, an arm wrapping itself around his waist, pulling his closer. He smiled, flipping over to view the lovely face of his sleeping bride. Victoria was so beautiful, always an angel to him. In the dark, her pale skin seemed to glow with an unearthy quality that Victor couldn't explain even to him self. All he knew for certain was that he loved her with all his heart and than he wanted her to be happy until the bitter end. The bitter end ... It made Victor shudder slightly even as he pulled Victoria's warm, sleeping form closer to him as she moved to rest her head on his shouldering her sleep, smiling sweetly up at him. Victor thought sadly of how close he had come to never experiencing any of this, of how close he had been to killing himself to be with Emily even though in his heart he had known he had loved Victoria. But Victor had thought she had moved on, and so he had decided to move on as well.

Victoria shifted in her sleep, opening her eyes to look up at him blearily. Once she saw he was awake as well she smiled, laying her head back on his shoulder, her arms going to cirlce around his neck.

"What's wrong dear Victor?" Victoria asked sleepily. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just can't sleep, that's all." Victor had said, stroking her hair lightly with his hand. "I love you so much Victoria."

"And I love you, Victor." Victoria said sweetly, looking up at him. She leaned forward to kiss his lips tenderly and...

"WAKE UP WILL YOU?"

Victor jumped, falling out of his chair. He had fallen asleep, dreaming fondly of his love. Elder Gutnecht had shouted loudly as he could to wake him, slamming a book down his desk. Victor picked himself off the ground, brushing the dirt off his pants as he walked over to the desk.

"Well, can you help me Elder Gutnecht?" Victor asked quietly, looking up at Elder Gutnecht through heavy lidded and watery eyes. His dream about his love had only made him want to get back to his Victoria that much faster. "Is there a way?"

"Of course there is, I only had to find the right book. Do you remember the haunting spell you and young Miss Emily used a while back? How about that then?" Elder Gutnecht asked, pushing his glasses up again. Victor paled, if that was possible.

"Yes." Victor said, his voice tight.

"Good, then stand just there okay?" Elder Gutnecht said, smiling with his toothless grin. "Just say hopscotch to come home then." Elder Gutnecht broke the egg over Victor's head, and Victor closed his eyes. He was back, standing in the roase bushes in front of the house under the balcony he had fallen from.

"Oh Victoria!" Vctor sighed, running to the door. He opened the door, rushing inside and up the stairs to her room. He opened the door to their room quietly, peeking inside. There she was, lying on her back on the bed, dead asleep. Victor walked over to the bed to look at her, tears rising behind his eyes. She looked so sad somehow even as she slept, as though life without him had robbed her of her happiness completely. Her hair was down, fanning out around her on the clean, white pillows. There were red makes around her eyes and down her cheeks, evidence that she had cried for him. She looked so strange, lying there all on her own, not snuggled up against him. As he watched her, she flipped over, turning away from him as she sighed in her sleep.

Victor longed to touch her face, her hand, to kiss her plump, red lips, to feel her wrap her arms around his neck, but he knew he couldn't. He wanted to wake her, but no. He stood by the bed, watching her as tears fell from his eyes for a long time. Victor felt it would be best to let her wake up on her own, as not to scare her. He felt due to the current circumstances, he should let everything figure its self out without any help from him.

Victor heard someone pulling on the doorknob and he gasped, ducking behind the curtains pulled over the balcony to hide as the housekeeper walked in the room, a bowl of warm water in her hands.

"Poor Miss Victoria." The housekeeper sighed, placing the wet cloth over Victoria's forehead. "She's just so ill, and the shock of Mr. Victor's death and all isn't helping. She blames herself, poor thing. Oh, my yound mistress is dying from heartache, she is. What am I to do?"

"Hmmm." Victoria sighed, opening her eyes slightly to look up at the housekeeper.

"Oh my! I'm sorry to wake you Miss." The housekeeper said, flustered. "I meant no harm."

"I know, you didn't wake me. I woke on my own, I promsie." Victoria moaned, pulling the covers higher up over her feverish body. "My head feels so hot, but the rest of me is chilled to the bone."

"I'll leave you then. Get some rest Miss." The housekeeper said, bowing out of the room. Victoria pulled herself up a little higher on the pillows to prop herself up. Sighing, she placed a hand over her eyes, crying again. Victor squirmed uncomfortably from behind the curtains. He wanted to rush out from behind the curtains and comfort her, pull her into his arms and hold her tight, but he couldn't, he knew that. And it killed him inside ... Sort of.

"Oh my dear sweet Victor, how I miss you!" Victoria sobbed, pressing her hands over her eyes sadly. "I wish I could see you again, just once! That would be enough for me!"

"I can help you there." Victor said softly, stepping out from behind the curtains at last. Victoria gasped, looking up at Victor from behind her hands. She gasped, pulling back slightly. "I can to see you, but you were asleep, so I waited, but then the housekeeper came so I hid, I'm so sorry."

"Victor, is it really you?" Victoria gasped, pushing back the covers, making to get out of the bed.

"Don't get up, you're ill!" Victor said, rushing forward to stop her. His hand touched hers, and she pulled back.

"You're so cold." Victoria said, touching his hand again. "Oh Victor, I missed you!"

"I missed you too." Victor said, wishing he could wrap his arms around her, but he didn't. "What are we going to do? I have to go back to the Land of the Dead, eventually."

"Do you?" Victoria said, saring up at him through heavily lidded eyes shining with tears. Victor hated to see her cry. "Do you really have to go, so soon?"

"Not this instant, no." Victor said, walking to the other side of the room. "But eventually, I mean look at me. How long do you really think you can hide something like me?"

"We'll think of soemthing." Victoria said, slumping back along the bed. Then she sprang up again, a smile plastered to her face. "I have it! The answer to all our problems!"

"What?" Victor asked quickly, going to sit on the bed. He didn't like the look on Victoria's face. He knew this wasn't going to be good, whatever it was. It was going to cause problems, he just knew it!

What's Victoria's marvelous plan? Find out next time, right here on the 'Slightly Disturbing Stories Channel' LOL, Just kidding! Until next time then, ta ta for now!