LIWDF chapter 3

Disclaimer: Judging by Corpse Bride's ending it is pretty clear I don't own it.

Greetings, my rocken' readers! Once again, thanks to everyone who reviewed, you have all been so nice and encouraging, and you help me keep going. I made a mistake in this, and some other stories, by starting them before I really knew how I was going to end them, so that is part of the reason my updates are not as frequent as I would like. Ah, well, I do what I can.

Enjoy this chapter. It features the song 'Fallen' from Pretty Woman, which I also don't own. It is a very sweet movie, and I think of Victor and Emily every time I hear that song. This is my first time doing a songfic (chapter, anyway) so please keep that in mind.

And please review, it makes me feel happy.

Oh, just one more thing...

Important - I have story ideas in the following categories: "Carl Squared" and "Class of the Titans." (Cartoon T.V. Shows.) I have looked everywhere I could think of, but I couldn't find sections for them. Does anyone know where they might go, or what I should do? They don't really work in the Misc. section. Please, guys, I really need help on this. Anyone who helps me out will receive my heartfelt thanks and a virtual hug of mythical proportions.

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"Hurry up, wench, I haven't got all night!"

Victoria tried to go faster, but her ankle turned on a stone and she fell, biting her lip and filling her mouth with the iron taste of blood. My blood is iron, she thought dizzily, as Barkis cursed behind her. Like chains inside of me. But it seems I'll be free of them soon.

The clamp-like hand on her arm tightened, and she was yanked to her feet. She sucked her breath in sharply, as his grip slackened and her wait was full on her injured ankle.

The wan rays of moonlight that made it through the thick branches of the forest were enough to show her her ruined wedding dress. The thick trees and bushes had been unmerciful, clutching and tearing at her dress as she passed. And the many falls she had taken, of which this was only the most recent, had left smears of dirt across the delicate fabric.

Her ankle chose that moment to give out again, and she dropped to her knees in a pool of white lace. Barkis dropped her arm in disgust and leaned against a tree.

"You can have five minutes," he said grudgingly. "If you can't walk after that I'm going to drag you."

Victoria did not respond, she was praying. But she did not pray for rescue, she knew the chances of that were slim to none. No, she thought of the people she had seen in the church, the dead people. And she thought of the peaceful look on Victor's face after the poison had done its work.

Victoria prayed for death.

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The waining moon was rising as the wedding guests departed. There would be a reception later, of course, but the living guests were not planning on attending that, and were busy saying goodbye to their friends and loved ones. The guests also understood that the new husband and wife wanted a few minutes alone before the party, so the various corpses and skeletons headed back to the underworld after a last look at the sky and a few parting words.

Victor and Emily stood side by side on the old bridge. Her hand was on his shoulder, and his arm encircled her waist. Together they watched the water, frosted sliver by the moonlight, as it flowed under their feet and away.

"It moves on, we don't," Emily murmured. She smiled at her husband, memorizing his every feature, though they would not change for an eternity. His black hair was just a little unruly, testament to his poison-induced convolutions, and his smile was gentle.

I can't believe it, you're a dream comin' true.
I can't believe how I have fallen for you.

"When I was a child," Victor said softly, watching the water. "I used to sit on this bridge and dream. Dream about going away, far away from all the rules and constraints. But I never really believed it would happen."

And I was not looking, was content to remain.
And it's ironic to be back in the game.

He turned and smiled at his wife. My wife, he thought happily. His arm tightened around her slightly, just enough to communicate the love he was feeling. Strangely, he felt more alive now than he ever had during his life.

You are the one who's led me to the sun.
How could I know that I was lost without you...

Victor turned a little more, Emily turning with him until they were completely facing each other, and Victor took his arm from her waist to clasp both her hands in his own. He felt a brief uneasiness when he first touched her left hand, from the feel of bones against flesh, but it faded and was gone. She was what she was, and he wouldn't change her for the world.

She gazed up at him with eyes whose brightness rivaled the moon, and were not nearly so remote.

And I want to tell you, you control my rain...
And you should know that you are life in my veins.

He leaned close to her, inhaling the scent of dried flowers that hung about her, and brought his lips close to her ear. "And I definitely didn't think anyone as beautiful and clever as you would want me for a husband," he whispered. His tone was light, but Emily could tell he meant every word.

You are the one who's led me to the sun.
How could I know that I was lost without you...

She giggled softly, then withdrew her hands from his and wrapped her arms around him, delighting in the feelings that seemed to pour from him in torrents, which filled her with wonderful, indescribable feelings.

I can't believe it, you're a dream comin' true.
I can't believe how I have fallen for you.

She had not felt love for a long, long time, and she could never remember feeling what she did now, not even with the man. She felt his arms come round her, hesitantly at first, then the hug became firmer, each person communicating what they could not express in words with their bodies. Knowing the other was aware exactly of the message they were sending and was responding in kind.

And I was not looking, was content to remain.
And it's erotic to be back in the game.

Slowly, without speaking, the couple parted and, holding hands, walked gently over the bridge and into the forest. No one existed except them, and the moon. And it was only there to light their way.

My, my, my, my. You're a dream comin' true

I can't believe how I have fallen for you.

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There you go, chapter three. I hope I handled the song part okay, I rather like how it came out. Please review and tell me how I'm doing, or you could give me compliments. I don't have a problem with that. ;)