Disclaimer: I own Vivian, Faith, Geena, Christine, August, and 'Friend' with no name.
Chapter Nineteen: Passion's Killing Floor
Vivian had a hard time concentrating on her friends that night, he proposed!! He proposed. HE FUCKING PROPOSED!!
"Viv? Come back to planet hell!" that cute guy that she was hanging on to said to her, what was his name again? Conner… Cameron… yeah, I think that was it.
"Sorry, I'm just a little tired."
"Well, I suppose that's a good thing since we're here."
She looked up and realized that they were at her suite. 6277 was bolted down right in front of her nose in golden metal numbers.
"Right, thanks"
Cameron leaned in, Vivian turned her face and he caught her cheek.
"G- Goodnight," She stammered, turning to unlock the door. Shutting it in his pouting face, she shot the lock home.
She didn't know if she should dance, sing, hide, or just be fucking scared. She loved him and forgave him, but he was kind of a psycho maniac when it came to blood. She would have to be more careful in the future.
Would he come if she called him? The cool night chilled her as she walked out onto the usual meeting spot; the balcony. Vivian pulled Ville's trench coat tighter around her, engulfing herself in his scent.
Would he be able to hear her? Yeah, he would. He probably had been listening to her all that night.
"Ville?" She whispered. She waited a few seconds; rubbing her arms, not from cold but worry. Then decided that he couldn't hear her, before turning to go into her room.
"Viv?"
She turned, wiping the recent tears off her face. He opened his arms to her and she leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Um… Can we go somewhere else?"
"What?" She looked up and saw Ville's eyes glowing bright red, he was biting down on his lip, hard. "Yeah, c-coarse." She eyed the door, how could I be soooo stupid.
Ville turned around and signaled her to climb onto his back, um ok? Doors and stairs work too.
"This is faster," he pointed out.
"Hey! Stop that." She growled, climbing up on his back.
"Sorry."
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It was better then she could ever describe. Flying faster than humanly possible, zipping though skyscraper and not hitting a thing. Everything was a blur; her eyes stung from the icy wind. She snuggled into his back, trusting him completely. New concept.
"We're here."
Vivian opened her eyes, realizing that she had fallen asleep. She blushed as she slid off his back on to… where were they?
"Oh," she gasped. Ville and she stood on the head of the statue of liberty. And, "Oh. You can see the stars!" she marveled.
Ville put his arm around her, she leaned her head on his shoulder. "You wanted to ask me something?"
"Um. Well; not really one something, a few some things." she paused for a second and then started hesitantly. "If I were to marry you, how would we work that out? You are vampire, I'm mortal. I don't want to tempt you every night we are together."
Ville, shifted uncomfortably. He motioned her to sit down as he did. "Vivian. I wanted to ask your permission, and I was hoping by proposing to you would loosen you up to the idea." He took a breath and spilled it out to her slowly. "I want… to change you."
"I don't think I understand," her brain refused to work, was he speaking English?
"I want to turn you into a full vampire. I know you don't like the idea, but Vivian I want to… I want to be able to be with you always. I don't want to sit and watch you grow old as I stay forever young. I know I'm being selfish, but I want to spend eternity with you. I want to be able to… to touch you with out my gloves and not hurt you." He said as he placed a gloved hand on her cheek.
Vivian pulled away a little, and then stopped.
"I love you, Vivian. I want to spend all of my nights with you. I want to be able to hold you, feel you… and not worry about losing control. Please Vivian," He pleaded. "Do this; not just for me, but for both of us. Please."
"Can I think about it?"
"You can have all the time you want," but Vivian knew she really couldn't.
"Will it hurt?" her head was back on his shoulder now, his arm wrapped around her.
"Yes." She shuddered. If it was two things Vivian couldn't stand, it was death, the other was pain.
"Ville, there is no way I could really refuse. I'm just afraid." Vivian knew that was the whole truth. If she didn't do it, she would be letting go of the one thing that actually mattered to her. The one thing that actually mattered.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Leto. There is no hope left for him, he is not going to wake up. It's your choice."
Vivian was in hysterics at Shannon's bed side as she watched his almost lifeless form stare off into space. His eyes far away not focused on anything. She took his hand and squeezed it; hoping… praying that he would squeeze back. He didn't.
"I'll leave you to think on it," Michael Way said and retreat from the room.
When the door was shut and the doctor's foot steps had retreated, she spoke. "I don't know if you can hear me, but if you can I want you to know… I love you and always will. You are the one and only thing that actually mattered to me."
It was then that she made her chose. To keep Shannon lying in that bed would only be selfishness on her part.
"When do you suggest we have it?" Ville ask.
Vivian sighed, knowing she would regret it later. "Can we do it tomorrow night? I don't want to be the eager beaver or anything, but I have this felling that you need it to be soon."
"I do, but that shouldn't matter. You are sure that you want it tomorrow?"
"If I don't, I might chicken out."
"Fair enough."
"Where will we have it?"
"Actually; when vampires change, it's always taken place in a cemetery."
"Oh…ok."
"Is that ok?" Vivian nodded. "Is there one around here somewhere."
"There is one behind the old church on the other side of the city. Should I take a taxi?"
"What?"
"It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding."
"Oh. That's up to you. Shall I meet you there?"
"Preferably."
They sat up on the statue till Ville told her it was time to head back to her house.
After climbing back on his back, she fell asleep almost immediately.
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She had butterflies in her stomach as night approached. She was in her room looking down on her bed at the dress that Shannon had given to her. She decided that this was the occasion she had been waiting for.
Knock knock.
"Come in,"
"Hey Viv."
Vivian had asked her friend to help her get ready, but she told her she was going on a date.
"What do you want to do first? Hair, Makeup, or your dress?"
"Dress, that's the part that is going to be the hardest."
10 minutes later, Vivian was clinging to her bed post and her friend was telling her to suck it in! The red laces on the back of the corset dress were so tight that she could hardly breathe.
"Ok, now that you can hardly breathe and your chest is about to spill out of your dress, what do you want to do next?"
"Hmmmm. Let's see if I can put on my stockings." It was tough, but the fishnets did go on eventually. Then the boots. Her friend clasped the choker on her neck; a black leather band with swooping chains and a dangling blood red rose in the middle.
"Hair?"
"Yes," Vivian answered.
Her hair was pulled up high on the back of her head and put in a bun that made it flow down like a waterfall. Two strands were left to fall on either side of her face.
And now, the part she hated the most. Makeup. "Only a little," she reminded.
"Just some foundation, blush, and a little eye liner. And if you decide you want any, some eye shadow."
It ended with a little foundation, a soft pink blush, and some black eyeliner. Her eyelashes were so thick and plush already she didn't need mascara and she refused to put on eye shadow.
"Oh, come on!!" Her friend chased her around with the lip stick tube. "Only a little."
"No. I agreed for lip gloss, not lip stick."
"Fine." She said, pulling a light pink color out of her pocket. "Now go look."
Vivian slowly walked to the bathroom. "I look like some painted up doll," she complained.
"You look great," her friend said, and then kissed her on the cheek. "Common, lets call you a cab."
But just before Vivian went out the door, she grabbed a small velvet bag.
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Vivian was shaking as she got out of the taxi. Ville would be waiting for her in the cemetery, could she do it? Yes!
She walked around the back of the church and walked thought the first couple of tomb stones when...
"You look beautiful."
Vivian turned on the spot to see Ville, in black slack and a black dress shirt. The shiny black tie around his neck looked a little too tight for Ville's taste. A black top hat sat atop his dark wavy hair. And of course there were the gloves but they were a pair a dress gloves. Instead of fingerless ones, there was a pair of black gloves one might wear to an opera.
Ville held out his arm for her to take, "are you ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be."
He led her through grave after grave until they reached a small hill that had no tombs on it. The moon shone down on this spot making almost perfect in Vivian's mind.
"Well, considering we have no preacher, we will make this quick." Vivian nodded. "Vivian, will you take me to be your lawfully wedded Husband?"
"I do." She pulled the silver band out of the black bag and placed it on Ville's ring finger. It was given to her by her father, supposable, but she never knew why. Ville stared at it in aw, almost as if he had found the lost city of Atlantis. "And Ville, do you take me to be your lawfully wedded Wife?"
"I do." He pulled a ring out of his pocket and slid it onto her finger. It was a sliver band with two red rubies sitting on either side of an onyx jewel. It was… "It's beautiful."
"Can I kiss the bride now?" He asked, smirking.
She didn't answer, she just plunged in herself. Ville was quick on the follow up; it was a passionate kiss, unlike any before. Ville trailed kisses down her neck as she tilted her head to the side to allow more access. With out warning, there was a sharp pain in her neck, she cried out. She felt drained when Ville did pull away; his eyes red and blood dripping off his chin. He ripped open his arm through his shirt and held it out for Vivian to drink. She wanted it… No… She craved it. She snatched at his arm greedily and drank till Ville pulled away.
She felt perfectly fine for all of 5 seconds, and then came the pain. It rushing in like a train wreck, spreading through her body. Her legs couldn't support her anymore and she fell to one side. Vivian thrashed violently, every part of her felt like it was on fire. Her head felt like it was going to explode, tears streaked her face.
She turned to find Ville in the same state not far off. Top hat rolled off to one side and wavy hair gone wild. Bloody tears streamed down his face. He noticed her looking at him and held out his hand for hers. She grasped it and squeezed it like a pregnant woman in labor.
The pain lasted all of and hour, both panting as they lay in the cemetery. Then, with new found strength, they were both on there feet. Vivian wiped the blood streak off Ville's face; looked at it, then stuck it in her mouth. It was sweet; almost like sugar but completely different at the same time.
"Are you alright, my darling?"
"I've never felt better."
They cleaned themselves off as best they could and walked back to Vivian's suite. Ville ripped the doors off there hinges and flung them out into the night, the black curtains now blowing in the night breeze.
When he turned back around, Vivian met him; her eyes full of desire. She picked up Ville's hands ane one by one took off his gloves. She put her hands on the back of his and pulled them toward her.
"Touch me," She whispered, almost in a plea
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Ok. I love that chapter a lot. I didn't know how the rings worked in a wedding so i just kind of made it up as i went along. WARNING TO ALL!! NEXT CHAPTER HAS SEXUAL CONTENT!! Did you expect it not too? Don't read it if you don't want to. I'll try to get the next chapter out as fast as I can cause I know y'all are curious now. R&R!!