AN: My sincerest apologies for it being so freakin' short. Originally, this chapter wasn't going to end where it did, but I'm not in the best of moods at the moment. A lotta shit has gone really wrong over the past few days, and I'm just . . . yeah. That and I guess this was a good place for this chapter to end. Suspense and all that jazz. Again, I'm really really really sorry. Thanks to Animekitty47 and Dark Angle Erissa for the reviews.

Chapter 1: You may kiss the -- WTF?!

It looked like the entire Neitherworld had crammed itself into the church. Lydia and Nightshade stood in either side of the doorway, peeking around the door. The grooms were already at the alter, so the brides were simply waiting to get this over with.

Nights looked over at Lydia. "Ya sure ya don't want me to do anything with your hair? Seriously, I could braid it real quick."

"No, I want to leave it down. Like yours," she said smiling.

Nights had left her hip length golden hair out if it's usual ponytail, and had braided the bangs into a sort of crown around her head. Lydia's had grown to about the her lower back over the past five years.

The ghost smiled back. "Y'know, when I designed that dress, it never occurred to me it would be B's bride wearing it."

"Strange how those things happen," she replied, running her gloved hands down the front of the red wedding dress. "You were rather surprised when Beej told you you already designed our outfits."

"Definitely made things a helluva lot easier for me," Nights said, examining her own dress. She had never expected to have another wedding day, so she had never given much thought to what she wanted to wear. But she did know she wanted nothing like the monstrosity her mother tried to put her in. She'd jokingly say that was one of the reasons she escaped that impending marriage. This dress, though . . . . This one was perfect. Sheer, long, flared black sleeves, a blood red bodice with celtic triangle knot embroidered on the top, and full black skirts.

When the organ music (finally) started to play, Nightshade grinned at Lydia.

"Ready, Lydibug?"

"Do you think the boys would care whether we're ready?"

"I highly doubt it."

"Then let's get walking!"

As the brides made their way down the aisle, no one payed much attention to the red head playing the organ. Or the two extra brides' maids, one with light brown hair, the other with raven black. Or the preacher with the dirty blond hair, dark orange nails tapping the cover of the book in his hands.

The red head hit a particular combination of notes that caused every musician to cringe, including Beetlejuice and Nightshade.

Then everything went dark.

And just as quickly as it started, everything stopped.

Everyone was still in the same place. Nights was still halfway down the aisle, her bouquet of black roses in her hands. Beej was still next to the alter.

Everyone was still in the same place except for two people.

"Ace?"

"Babes?"

Lydia and Derrick were missing.

AN: This is so short! Goddamn! I'll do my best to make up for it in the next chapter.