AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just a note here: I DON'T OWN THIS SONG: The Remains of the Day.

This is a great song by Danny Elfman. Anyways, I hope you like the next chapter in this exciting

Fanfiction that is a lot harder to write than I originally thought mainly because I'm focusing on

Victor's perspective rather multiples.

Victor began to regain consciousness, his heart sending his blood flowing through his veins. His breath was shallow and he was muttering but he couldn't get out what he was trying to say. His mouth worked on trying to form words but his tongue felt leaden in his mouth, which made speaking difficult. Finally his mouth was able to for some semblance of speech.

"Where-."

Victor's eyes tried to open but they seemed to be sealed shut. He was cold, overly so where ever he was, which with his eyes being held shut he was unable to look and see. He realized then that his head was laying on something soft. He shifted his head and his neck cracked which sent a sharp pain down his spine and he winced slightly. Warmth began to fill his hands and feet as he wiggled his fingers and toes to try and get some feeling back into his limbs.

Muffled voices in the distance began to come to him alerting him to his returning hearing. The voices weren't really clear, instead they sounded low and far away with a high pitched whiny undertone. He could also hear low music from what sounded like a piano and a bass.

His senses all came rushing back to him and he felt his clothes being tugged at. His eyelids finally opened and he was able to get a look at the people that were talking.

"By joe! Looks like we got us a breather, fellows!" A man exclaimed.

Victor glanced at the man, but he looked a bit off to him. Instead of having peachy skin, he had light blue overtones all across his face and what appeared to be a tree branch sticking out of his neck. A tiny hand began to poke at his sides, making Victor giggle a bit.

"He's still soft!" The boy who was poking at him shouted to the room. Victor put his elbow down on the ground to stop the poking and turned his head, right toward a woman and his stomach churned as he stared into the eyes of a corpse.

"Are you alright?" The woman asked, her bony hand reaching to rest on Victor's neck. Victor pushed her skeletal arm away and grasped for anything behind him, grabbing the edge of a counter to help himself stand. He slowly looked around the room, taking in all the blue and skeletal faces around him. "A toast then!" A voice from afar said. Victor looked around to see a dwarf dressed like a captain with a sword protruding from his rib cage.

"To the newlyweds!" The dwarf shouted, downing the rest of whatever was in the cup he held. Victor's eyes widened and looked at the corpse in her torn up wedding dress.

"Newlyweds?" Victor asked, shock coloring his voice.

"Ah yes, in the woods you said your vows so- "The corpse began twiddling her bone finger with a gold ring on it. "-perfectly" She finished grasping Victor's arm.

"I did?" Victor asked, more to himself than anyone else. He glanced around the room and he tried to remember what he had said, nodding his head when he remembered. "I did!" He shouted beginning to bang his head on the bar counter. Gasps filled the room as Victor knocked his head on the shiny wooden counter over and over again. "Wake up, wake up, wake up!" He exclaimed on every bang of his head on wood.

"Bonjour!" A voice exclaimed from the counter. A head resting on a pile of trotting cockroaches began to approach Victor's now resting head. "My name is Paul, I will be hosting your wedding feast!" Paul exclaimed. A thick French accent present when he spoke.

Victor began to breathe heavily, breaths that seemed to echo through his own head as he took them. His struggle for air was meant to try and slow his heart rate down but it didn't work, all it did was make him slightly dizzy and made his already foggy thoughts worse. Victor's feet began to shuffle backwards and caused him to bump into several skeletons and corpses as he did he landed against another countertop, right next to the dwarf captain. Taking a quick look behind him, he grabbed the handle of the sword sticking out of the short little man's chest. His first attempt to the pull the sword out of the captain failed, instead the dwarf became a weapon himself. Victor lifted the handle pulling the dwarf along with it and pointed the blade at the sea of dead folk around him.

"Alright everyone, just listen! I need some questions and need them now!" Victor shouted.

"Answers, I think you mean answers." The dwarf reminded. "Ah yes thank you. Now I need some answers! Who are you?" Victor exclaimed pointing the blade at the corpse bride.

"Well… that's kind of a long story." The dead woman explained.

At first there was a long pause, everyone absolutely silent, Victor still holding the dwarf and his sword. Out of the sea of blue corpses, there came a voice from against the far wall.

"But what a story it is! A tragic tale of romance, passion and a murder most foul." A skeleton with one eye said. Victor raised an eyebrow, drawing in deep breaths as chatter rang through the crowd. "This is going to be good." The dwarf stated, still dangling from his blade. Victor, who was starting to go into shock, dropped the sword he held.

"Hit it boys." The skeleton demanded. Victor watched as three skeletons lined up and turned themselves into musical instruments. One used his skull as a drum, the middle skeleton was used by the one eyed skeleton as a xylophone and the last one a drum as well. Victor's eyes traced the one eyed skeleton to the piano, hearing a sudden harmony of a piano skeleton playing a verse.

"HEY! Give me a listen, you corpses of cheer, least those of you who still got a ear! I'll tell you a story make a skeleton cry, of our own judiciously lovely corpse bride!" The one eyed skeleton sang.

A group of hands pushed Victor along the spotlight and into the corpse's bride's arms. Her crooked smile made Victor shiver and she put an arm around him, engulfing him with no space in-between them. The skeletons on the stage made cheers of joy and sounds that made Victor feel even more creeped out. Then the three skeletons began to sing and so did the crowd all together in harmony.

"Die, die we all pass away, we don't wear a frown cause it's really okay. You might try n hide and you might try n pray, but we all end up in the remains of the day!" Everyone sang.

Victor and the corpse bride took over the center of the room and she locked hands with him. He looked at her face, into her eyes, panic setting in once again as the one eyed skeleton sang on.

"Well! Our girl was a beauty known for miles around, till a mysterious stranger came to town. He was plenty good looking, but down on his cash. And our poor little baby, she fell hard and fast, but her daddy said no, she just couldn't cope. So our lovers came up with a plan to elope!" The one eyed skeleton sang. Victor and the corpse bride began to dance together, not of Victor's free will but rather the dead woman's desire. The three skeleton instruments repeated the previous verse, alongside with all the corpses watching with their dead eyes.

"Die, die we all pass away, we don't wear a frown cause it's really okay. You might try to hide and you might try n pray but we all end up in the remains of the day!" The crowd of corpses sang in unison. The one eyed skeleton broke the bond between Victor and the corpse bride and Victor couldn't help but feel relieved. His fright resurfaced as the one eyed skeletons eye began to roll through his skull. Victor's sight began to blur and he began to feel numb as he watched. The room went dark and Victor was spun around, confusing him even more, the sound of bells jingling sounding off around him.

"OH, THAT'S RIGHT!" The one eyed skeleton shouted from the now greenlit stage. Victor was pulled onto the stage by a random skeleton and he stood helpless not knowing what to do. He watched the instrumental horror show of the one eyed skeleton with a bowler hat, play each individual skeleton like they were actually instruments of music that they were trying to mimic.

"Come on Chance, TAKE IT!" The one eyed skeleton demanded. A skeleton came out from behind Victor and it looked as though he had a leg bone guitar. Shivers traveled down Victor's spine as one eye approached him and spun him in circles a few times.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah YYYEAAAHHH!" The skeleton shouted as he pulled Victor back and forth. His devious laugh made Victor's skin crawl as he was pulled along by two other skeletons. The one eyed skeleton then turned his attention toward the crowd and the music got louder.

"YEAH! So they conjured up a plan to meet late at night, they told not a soul kept the whole thing tight!" One eye sang pulling the corpse bride up onto the stage. "Now her mother's dress fit like a glove, you don't need much when you're really in love." he continued, lifting the bottom of her dress over his bowler hat, almost like a veil.

"Except for a few things or so I'm told, like the family jewels and a satchel of gold!" Victor glanced at the wall behind the singing skeleton and noticed shadows moving to the song's lyrics, appearing to depict a woman under a tree.

"Then next to the graveyard by the old oak tree, on a dark foggy night and a

Quarter to three! She was ready to go, but where was he…?" A dark overtone voice came from behind Victor making him jump out of his own skin. "And then?"

"She waited…" The one eyed skeleton continued. "…And then? Another voice came from behind Victor. "…There in the shadows, was it a man? The one eyed skeleton dramatized. "… And then?" Yet another voice creeped from behind Victor's already shaking body. "…Her little heartbeat so loud." The one eyed skeleton sang while gripping the inner part of his ribcage. "… And then?" A fourth voice asked from behind Victor. "…And then baby… everything… BLACK." The one eyed skeleton said allowing the lights to fade from the stage. Just when Victor thought that the nightmare was over, the piano began to play once more and the one eyed skeleton laid on top of the piano, still singing.

"Now when she opened her eyes she was dead as dust, her jewels were missing and her heart was bust. So she made a vow lying under that tree that she'd wait for her true love to come set her free…" The one eyed skeleton sang along with the ever growing bellow of the corpses voices behind Victor. As he tried to make an exit, hands gripped his shoulders and a pair of boney fingers pushed his backside toward the corpse bride. She caught him halfway and began spinning around. Victor's insides began to roll as he noticed her growing smile and her giggles.

"When out of BLUE comes this groovy young man, who vows to be forever by her side! And that's the story, of, our, corpse BRIDE!" The one eyed skeleton practically screamed into the air as the corpse bride spun Victor around. Victor noticed an opening from her right arm and he was released into the crowd of corpses. Hands pushed back on him, back toward the bride and then they went back to clapping and chanting. Victor swung his arm up and down, trying to get the arm to disengage from his own. The skeletal arm flung in the air and he looked back toward the one eyed skeleton still holding the same note from the final verse. He looked around at everybody else and began to mimic the corpses, hoping it would provide him with an escape. He swung to the side and he dashed out of the room and out into a lowly lit street. His eyes flashed around the area, his ears still catching the sounds from inside. He looked up at a twirling sign posted on the building. BONEJANGLES: Bar and Welcoming Center. He shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to figure out what to do next. Just then, he heard his name being called by a sweet voice.

"Victor!" The voice called from within the bar. "Uh-no! It's her." Victor exclaimed and began to run. A pain shot through his chest and he halted against the nearest wall he could find. His right hand plastered to his chest and his breathing was shallow and weak. His heartbeat began to increase and every nerve in his entire body began to tingle almost painfully.

"Victor! Where have you gone darling?" The voice grew louder as he saw a veil end fly into the air. His eyes widened and he sucked in a breath trying as hard as he could to work through the sharp pain he was feeling. It shot through his insides and there was nothing else that Victor could do besides take in a heavy breath before each stride. He looked behind him and notice the torn up wedding dress slowly appear out of the bar, then the blue pallor of the corpse bride appeared with it.

"This can't be happening!" Victor huffed trying to outrun the nightmare behind him.

His legs clenched at the pain now spreading through his body, but somehow he kept running, past little shops and coffins that he didn't bother looking at. He tried to ignore the corpses walking in front of him and he forced himself not to glance at the bones strewed through the alleyways. 'I'm in hell! How could this- 'Victor's thoughts raced at the sound of his heart punching against his rib cage.

Victor came to a full stop in front of a well as his throat began to feel warm.

He covered his mouth and coughed into his hand. He tasted blood. He looked down at his hand and what he saw there made him feel faint. In his cupped palm was a smear of blood that he had just coughed up. "What is happening to me?" Victor asked aloud, his voice rasping. "Victor! Is that you darling?" The bride asked from a far. Victor spun around to see that the corpse bride had nearly made it to him. His heart sank and the feeling of fear creeped up his spine. He went to run around the well he was standing against but was stopped once again by that awful, blistering pain in his chest. His hands grasped his shirt and he wheezed and coughed trying to fight against it. "Victor?" The corpse bride called from behind him again, this time closer than before.

Victor whipped his head around and saw the pale, blue faced nightmare of a bride

Standing before him. He tried to run again but stumbled over his own feet, falling and hitting the ground hard. He yelped, backing toward a wall while still on the ground, his hand plastered against his chest.

"There you are silly!" The corpse exclaimed with a smile. "Please, I-I didn't mean to d-disturb your rest! P-please just let me go." Victor stuttered out, fear coloring his voice.

The corpse bride seemed to find this funny and giggled, holding her skeleton hand in

Front of her cold lips. Her heels clacked and her head tilted as she approached him. Victor's hands pushed and scraped at the ground as he pushed himself up the wall, only to find that he couldn't find the strength to do so. The corpse knelt down in front of Victor and giggles as she looked into his eyes, and he looked into hers. Victor tried to look away from the death bound creature, he glanced back at her, into her eyes. He was expecting to see pure darkness, pure hatred and most of all death, but all Victor Van Dort saw in the bride's face was dark brown eyes that reflected his own fear stricken face back at him. She giggled some more and put her hands on Victor's cheeks, making him blush profusely. Her lips collided with Victor's and his eyes widened at the contact. His hands twitched at the feeling of cold winter's day erupting in his mouth and as he began to stir, so he began to relax. All he could do was close his eyes and for a moment no fear clouded his thoughts. The kiss came to a stop and she released him, still and he saw that she was blushing as well. Victor rested his head back against the wall, his heart slowing to a stop.

AUTHOR'S NOTE – Once again, sorry for the longer wait for this update but like I said, I've been dealing with other things. I promise Chapter 5 is coming along with Chapter 6! Keep on reviewing, keep on liking this fanfiction and please keep reading. Oh and guys, if you would when you review please take a moment to comment about the writing style and the choice of words in the fanfic, because my reviser is doing an amazing job so please make sure to give her the support you've been giving me :D. Review, Like, Follow, Keep reading and have a terrific day!