Sorry it took me so long to update, but I was busy with school and my other stories. Here we go then!

Disclaimer: I don't own Corpse Bride, Tim Burton owns in... though I am making Emily out of clay form my Craft-Pottery-Sculpture class project (hee he!) I do own the plot however

Chapter 4: The Last Chapter

"I love you so mcuh Victoria!" I smiled, kissing my wife on the top of her head as she giggled, returning to her needlework. "Victoria dear, may I ask you something?"

"Of course Victor dear, ask me anything." Victoria smiled, never once looking up from her needlepoint, her hands pulling and pushing the needle this way and that.

"Well dear, I was just wondering how you felt about... about having children." I said softly, looking at her through slanted eyes. Victoria and I had not yet once descussed the topic of children, and I didn't see why now wasn't as good a time as any other to bring it up.

"Well that can never happen now." Victor sighed to himself sadly, returning to his mug. Sitting in the familiar pub where Emliy had once explained that they were married, Victor awaited the time when Victoria would rouse from her fainting spell so they could speak privatly about what to do about their unintentionally ended marriage.

"Why hello there Victor!" Mayhew said cheering, patting Victor on the back. "See you decided to oin us eh? And what about Miss Victoria?"

"She's here too, but not quite in the same way we are I'm afraid." Victor sighed to his old friend, emptying his glass in one swigg. "Victoria is now a wealthy widow, and I'm dead. What are we going to do?"

"Ah, you'll work things ou with her, don't worry about that Sir." Mayhew smiled, and poking Victor in the ribs pointed at the door. "There's the lady now, why don't you go discuss things with her?"

And sure enough, there was Victoria standing in the doorway looking a little pale and confused but otherwise unharmed. She looked around the room, and spotting Victor and Mayhew, made her wauy carefully around the many occupants to them.

"Hello dear." She said sweetly, placing her wamr hand over Victor's cold one.

"Hello, are you feeling better then?" Victor asked, his expression filled with concern. Victoria nodded and sat down beside him looking like a confused child in a way, so strange to her was everything and everyone around her. It was obvious she didn't quite fit in with the rest of the occupants of the Land of the Dead, if only becasue unlike them she was still alive and breathing. "Victoria, Elder Gutnecht has found a way to solve all our problems if only you'll agree to it."

"What is is Victor, you know I'd do anything for you!" Victoria said eagerly. Victor looked into her eyes. They were shining with the same loving, determined look they he had beheld there on their wedding day.

"If we had a ceremony, muuch like a wedding ceremony as it turns out and you drank the Draft of Living Death." Victor said slowly, not meeting her gaze.

"You don't approve of the plan, do you?" Victoria asked quietly, her voice filled with sadness.

"I don't like the idea of my late wife, meaning you, to have to drink poison just so she can be with me is all. It just seems cruel to ask you to throw your life away for me." Victor said, his voice unsteady. "How could I ever ask yuou to do such a thing Victoria?"

"You don't have to ask me." Victoria said, her voice sending all of his doubts down the drain. "It's like what you would have done for Emily, I want to be with you. I'll do it."

The cry had gone up some hours before of Vicotr's intention of once agin making Miss Victoria his own, causing much excitment in the gathered crowd in the pub... and the rest of the Land of the Dead once the word was spread around thanks to the spiders.

"Come on!" A motherly skeleton called to the small corpse children wabbling behind her. "We're going to be late to the wedding!"

"Oh how I love weddings!" Another chorused, skipping just behind. "And to think, no objections this time! And that's Sir Victor's promise!"

"Hurry up now!" Yet another called to his friend, moting for him to hurry. "It's a long walk to the Land of the Living, and if we don't hurry we'll never get there in time for the ceremony!"

"And do you, Victor, take Victoria to be your lawfully edded wife - again?" Elder Gutnecht asked loudly enough for the entire congregtion sitting inside the church.

"I do, again." Vicotr chuckled, sqeezing Victoria's hand lightly. She smiled nervously, her eyes turned towards the floor.

"And do you Victoria take Victor to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The old skeleton asked lazily.

Silence throughout the church ensued. Vicotr blinked several times, confused. He looked down at Victoria, who was looking at Elder Gutnecht with a mixture of pity and self-loathing, her face pale as her wedding gown. Still she remained silent. The waiting crowd murmured amungst themselves, wondering what was keeping the flushing bride from completing her vows.

"Victoria dear, do you or don't you wish to marry Victor?" He asked again, growing inpatient.

"I..." Victoria said squeekily, her eyes filling up with tears. She looked at Victor, her hand shaking in his. "I do."

"And now let us complete the ceremony! bring forth the goblet!" Elder Gutnecht cried, raising a bony arm into the arm. A small child-like corspe came forward, holding a cup filled to the brim with a harsh smeeling amber liquid. Victoria shuddered, taking the goblet she was offered. Rasing it to her lips her took a deep breath, prepairing to swallow it in one gulp...

... and then pushed the cup back down, the liquid inside untouched. A ripple was sent around the room, the spectators shocked by what they were seeing.

"I can't do it." Victoria sobbed, thruusting the goblet back at the shocked little corspe. "I can't take my own life, I just can't do it Victor! I love you, but I..."

"I understand Victoria." Victor smiled weakly, taking her hand in his again and pressing his cold lips against it. "You're too innocent and pure to do something that drastic. I never should have usggested it to you. I'm sorry dear."

Victoria looked at him as he turned and began walking down the isle away fromher, intent upon returning to the land of the dead on his own. If he had bothered to turn around, he might have seen Victoria sob once before reaching again for the golden goblet, but as he was too depressed by the recent proceedings, he didn't turn. At least not until he heard the collective gasp from the room at large. Turning he saw Victoria, smiling widely, the empty goblet held upside down in her trembling hand. Victor watched her for some moments, shocked, as Victoria gasped for air before sinking to her knees. When she rose again, she was no longer breathing.

"Looks like you won't be rid of me that easily now Victor dear." She smiled.

"I suppose not." Victor smiled, opening his arms so she could run into them. They were never seperated again.

Well that's it. Sorry to disapoint you with a short chapter and an ending like that one, but I liked the ending... but maybe it's just me. Who knows? Review please! The submit buttons oh so close! (Hint: CLICK IT!)