Author's Note: Well, Happy Late Halloween… I was going to update, but I had work that night. Suck. So anyways! Thanks to all of you who are still reading! I'm sorry it took so super long to update. I've had paper after paper after paper due literally every freaking week! So here is the second to last chapter! Enjoy!

Chapter Five: Here Comes the Groom

Friday

All of Thursday and Friday morning were going fabulous for Chase! Yesterday, Morgan had left to Hong Kong to get another dress. This also was unfortunately ruined by Jack Spicer, who had finally been found by someone and given medical treatment. Then Morgan had started to send out invitations by birds that conveniently when 'missing'. Both the birds and the letters… I imagine Chase's cats had something to do with that. And best of all, the priest who had been hired was demoted from his status for chasing after girls. Something about being curse and needing a son. I'm sure you all know who I'm making a reference too! Wink Wink! Nudge Nudge!

"Damn it! No cross-overs!"

What the-? Who just broke the fourth wall without my permission!? Just you wait! I'll find out who you are and then it will be the fuzzy bunnies for you! Damn rebellious characters…

So on with the story-

For this morning, Chase had eaten breakfast without being hugged, snuggled, or loved in any way at all! Morgan had once again locked herself way in her room. For all he knew Morgan may have committed suicide from the mounting pressure.

Chase lazily stirred his evil soup while he read MacBeth. Even though it was regarded as a tragedy, Chase found it to be more of a comedy especially since he had known the real MacBeth. He smiled as he got to the part of Lady MacBeth's suicide. He was just imagining Morgan as that character. He could just see her wearing an ornate red dress jumping from a window. It was a magnificent fantasy. He went back and reflected a little more on that red dress… and those curves… and her-

"Morning Chase." He looked up from the classic play. He noticed how hot he had gotten. What the hell! Just when it had gotten to the good part! Of the play! Sure. Chase. Sure.

Anyways, it was Morgan's mother who had interrupted him. "Morgan has come out of her room and she is holding a 'special meeting'."

"Fabulous."

The two walked together down the blue halls towards Chase's library. Chase hadn't really used his library in a long time. He kept a few personal favorites around and read them often. He only kept the library because he had several dark magic books he occasionally used for references. Chase and Mrs. Le Faye rounded a left corner and came to a dead end hall with two large medieval oak doors decorated with iron. Mrs. Le Faye raised her eyebrow at the old fashion décor.

"I haven't had time to redecorate…" He muttered as he effortlessly push open one of the doors. The two passed many dusty rows of books before they reached the center of the library. Mrs. Le Faye had to admit she was certainly impressed now!

The room was an open two story library. White marble spiraling staircases connected the top and bottom levels. All the bookshelves were tall and pointed to the center of the room where a cozy sitting area and desk were. Morgan sat on the desk with her legs crossed in her pajamas. She looked just as pissed as she had been the other day only she was less red. Chase noticed that Lance had taken his favorite chair… again. Chase opted to stand and allowed Mrs. Le Faye to sit in the only remaining chair.

Morgan motioned for Chase to come stand by her. He reluctantly obeyed her request only after catching the death glare from the soon to be father in-law. There was a score to be settled, but not now…

As he took his place he saw all of Morgan's bride's maids and maids of honor sitting on the floor looking nervous. Even Jack was there, perhaps more afraid than anyone else. The poor boy was sweating bullets. His usual 'goth' make up was slightly smeared from the cool sweat.

"All right." Morgan said in a somewhat controlled toned voice. It sounded ready to snap. "Here is what we're going to do. And by 'we' I mean you! The bride's maids and maid of honor are going to pick up their dresses I ordered for them. Dad, you and Mom are going to finish handling the invitations. Chase and I are going to finish decorating. Does anyone have any questions?"

Jack's hand feebly rose. Morgan looked as if she was going to kill him for dare having a question.

"What?"

"Wh-What should I do?"

"You're going to stay out of the way and try not to be so damn stupid!" Morgan snapped so viciously she could have taken a head off. Jack shrunk back in a pitiful ball. "Now do what you've been told!"

No one moved.

"NOW!"

The girls scrabbled way screaming in terror. Even Lance and his wife hopped off their seats and scurried out. Jack however stayed behind, curled up in a defensive position. He was doing his best to obey. Morgan sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. The evil Heylin master had to admit she was pretty impressive. The engaged couple stood in the silent library for a few minutes until Morgan spoke first.

"You know I found out that the catering I order had been cancelled by someone." Chase froze. How did she find out? No! She couldn't find out whose fault it was! Not at all! Could she? He waited for her to speak again. "So now I'm going to have to do it all myself."

There was a sigh of relief that she didn't go into to detail on the subject. Although he knew she was suspicious of something.

"I'm obviously going to have to find another new dress." Morgan looked directly at Jack through silted, narrow eyes. Chase looked over at his unwanted fiancé. She was completely calm, unmoving. He could see how pissed she was. He wouldn't be surprised if she turned out to be some kind of homicidal maniac.

Dun! Dun! Dun!

"Where'd that noise come from?" Morgan snapped out of her scary-fest and looked up at the ceiling with curious wide eyes.

"Don't ask…"

"Anyways, I'm going to get a shower." Morgan said as she walked away. Chase watched as she went to go wash up, do her hair and whatever the hell else she did to herself to make herself 'perfect'. He knew that no matter what the outcome of this misadventure, she was the only one who was going to get hurt.

"Uh. I feel gross." Chase muttered at the huge out of character moment I just forced him through. "I can never unread that. And what was with those thoughts hm? I thought this wasn't a romance!"

It's not! I never said that you cared. I was just showing some development in your character!

"Well, it's not an accurate portrait at all! I mean everything about this story is messed up!" Chase yelled.

"I know! I am not that cowardly!" Jack chimed in.

What the- Who said you could break the forth wall! Now shut up and go back to you pitiful fatal position! Jack squealed and curled back into a ball.

Sheeze… The story really is in rebellion!

"Damn straight!" Shut up Chase! That's it! I'm cutting ahead in the story!

Chase ached for the first time in fifteen hundred years. Should have been nice to me and I wouldn't have made you suffer!

After Morgan had pulled herself together she worked him like a dog. He had argued with her on almost every decision she made. In the end she won. Everything. Chase found out, or so he thought, why Lance feared his own daughter and why Hannibal wanted him to marry her. Morgan Le Faye was the most demanding, self-driven person Chase had ever had the displeasure of meeting. Unfortunately, for Chase the decorations look hundred times better than they had originally. Morgan displayed her a little of her own magic to create any girl's fairytale wedding. To top it off, Morgan wasn't a good cook. She was a fantastic cook! She had prepared a huge gourmet banquet. Somehow in just eleven sentences, she had also made biggest butter cream frosting cake ever created, complete with sugar flowers and various decorations. And this author says- Thank you imagination for filling in the blanks so I don't have to write it all out! Yay!

Tomorrow wasn't looking too good for Chase…