Don't Be Scared Little Alchemist

OKAY! Well here I am again, finally updating the story I constantly vow to update and then always forget. But you know what- this, my lovely readers, shall be the last chapter! I don't know how to feel... I'm sad but happy at the same time, but I know it will be amazing to be able to finally view this thing as a completed project. So... here we go I guess =D Also- remember: this wedding is 3 months in the future! Therefore, if Sydeny and Adrian seem more... um intimate... there's a reason- Sydney's way more comfortable by that point.

Chapter 13:

I stared down the aisle of the church from my seat on the middle row of the left hand side, beaming with pride for a million different reasons. The place had been decked out beautifully, Sonya Karp- who had taken the liberty of putting the entire wedding together by her own free will- had really gone to town. All the way up the magnificent stone pillars, roses climbed from floor to ceiling, branches of stunning red and white flowers weaving and intertwining with each other. The high ceiling was also covered in flowers (how they got up there is a mystery to me!) and the blood-red carpet leading up the aisle had been scattered with delicate white petals. At the end of it was a large wooden arch- decorated similarly to the pillars- under which stood a beaming yet considerably more nervous than usual Dimitri Belikov. He cast a quick glance in my direction, noticing I had been looking at him, and smiled while giving me a polite nod. All of the animosity between us had vanished over the course of the last few months and he had become a man whom I greatly liked and respected. I was happy for him- even though he was marrying the girl that I had once dedicated my every thought to, all of that had been swept under the rug. Looking behind him, I saw Christian Ozera- clearly the best man- amoung two paige boys who I didn't recognise. All of them waited nervously in anticipation for the Bride to walk down the aisle.

Music began to play and everyone in the pews- myself incuded- rose from our seats to greet the bridal party. The great wooden doors swung open towards us, first revealing a beaming red-haired Janine Hathaway in a relatively long black dress. This was the first time I had ever seen the woman out of Guardian uniform and for the first time, I could truly see how much she resembled her daughter. Behind her were two tall, thin girls wearing matching strapless red dresses made of a floaty material and that came down to just above the knee. Princess Jill Mastrano-Dragomir was the first through the door, her usually unruley brown curls tamed so that they fell neatly over her shoulders and down her back, giving her a look of beauty and elegence that was unusual for her, but sutied her none the less. Next was Lissa, looking as graceful, elagent and queenlike as ever. She even wore her official royal tiara. As she walked, she glanced over at me, a full, satisfied smile spreading across her face and her eyes gleaming with a happiness that I had long since seen. She and I had talked a lot since the power surrender incident and had both decided that the strength of our powers had been lessened for the better. We could still walk dreams, we could still see auras and use compulsion and could still heal minor things such as cuts and bruises, but we suspected that our days of raising the dead were most likely over. It was only a small price to pay for our minds being free from spirit madness. I looked quickly to her wrists and ankles where the wounds were now merely faint scars. They would last a lifetime, but I could see that they didn't matter to her. She- like I - was content.

Next through the door was Rose accompanied by her father Abe Mazur who- as usual- wore completely clashing clothes: a bright orange shirt and a turquoise tie. Somehow it worked for him. Rose, however, was dressed beautifully in a long white dress, her dark hair falling around her with a delicate beauty. A year ago, I would have looked upon her with intense jelousy, dying to be the one marrying her. I may have even had a spirit related breakdown. But I didn't. All my feelings of love and lust for her had entirely vanished and I had begun to see her like a younger sister, similarly to how I saw Lissa. As she entered, I couldn't help but sneak a glance at Dimitri who looked about ready to cry, completely and utterly enraptured by her beauty. A smile grew on my face which reached from ear to ear. Call me a hopeless romantic- I sure was becoming one- but it was one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen. Maybe it was because I was happy for them, maybe because I was proud I'd moved on, or even perhaps because I had hope that someday soon I would be able to have a moment equally as beautiful with the one I loved.

Speaking of the beautiful little Alchemist, she was next- and last- through the door, holding the train of Rose's dress and wearing a matching dress to Jill and Lissa's. Her golden hair was up in a bun, a red rose tied into it, complimenting her skin tone and making her etherial beauty shine even brighter than it usually did. Sydney was perfection, the most beautiful person in the bridal party, the most beautiful person at the whole wedding. She caught my eye and beamed, her smile lighting up her face. She and I had been very happy together over the past few months and she had all but completely moved into my house. She got on well with Eddie and Gareth, they approved of our relationship no matter how unconventional it may have been. As for the Alchemists, those who worked closest with Sydney and were in charge of her placements knew of our love. Though they certainly weren't pleased, they knew how valuble Sydney's skills were and with a little persuasion (*cough*compulsion*cough*cough*) from me, they had agreed to allow the relationship and keep it a secret from the rest of the Alchemist world. Everything had worked out. We were happy, we were sorted. My life was finally where I wanted it to be.

I watched the wedding happily, beyond pleased for the bride and groom. However, tearing my eyes away from my beautiful girlfriend was near impossible. The spectators laughed, cried and sung where necessary (Abe cried the most by a landslide despite his tough mobster exterior- I made a mental note to never let him live it down) and I couldn't help but chuckle when Dimitri's sister Karolina brought her son- Dimitri's nephew- down the aisle to give the rings and he fell over, sending them flying. All was well though, and the happy couple said their vows and 'I do's'. I looked upon them and felt no jelousy, no hatred, no anger and most importantly, no spirit induced madness. I was finally, completely and utterly free.

When the couple came apart from their first kiss as husband and wife, they departed the church, gradually followed out by everyone else. Not being one for bothering with getting swallowed up by crowds, I waited until last, exiting with the bridesmaids and paige boys- also giving me a chance to tell Sydney how incredibly stunning she looked and walk out of the church with her hand in mine.

It was sunset outside, just warm enough for the Dhampirs and humans to be comfortable and just cold enough to not drain us Moroi too much. Once all the wedding pictures were over and done with, Rose did the ultimate cliche and threw her boquet over her shoulder and into the crowd. I was willing to bet a million dollars that it would either fly over all of our heads or knock someone out cold due to the bride's immense strength, but neither of the above occured. Instead, it was caught one-handedly by the girl standing beside me as I held her other hand in mine, her beautiful little face lighting up in pride as she displayed her catch to the rest of the crowd while they cheered.

"I guess you have a ring to buy me" she told me jokingly between giggles.

"I sure do" I replied, my tone more serious than hers, before placing a deliciously sweet kiss upon her lips. One day I would buy her that ring, I thought to myself. My time with her had proved it. I was completely and utterly, undeniably and powerfully in love with her. She completed me, she was the missing piece to my life. My soul mate if you believe in that stuff. This was it for me, I had already decided on it the moment I confessed my love to her.

I was drawn out of my thoughts by a newly named Rosemarie Belikov flinging her arms around me and rambling about how glad she was that I could come, while Dimitri chatted away politely to Sydney.

"Hey, no worries" I replied to my former love with a smile, "it was worth it. I'm so happy for you"

"You mean it?" she asked me, her face lighting up.

"Sure do- you and Belikov are good together, I see that now" I admitted. "And besides" I continued, humour creeping into my voice, "my love lifes fantastic at the moment- and would you believe it's not even because of the sex? Though it's damn good trust me."

She chuckled "WAY too much information dude!". I couldn't help but laugh along with her, so happy that we were finally getting along like friends, just as we should have been all along. "In all seriousness" Rose added, placing an arm on my shoulder "Sydney's a great girl. She's as smart as they come and clearly beautiful. She's the type of girl who will never put herself first, she'll do anything for the benefit of others. She's done things for me that have changed me- she's saved mine and Dimitri's lives and now I can see she's saving yours. It's up to you to remind her that she actually needs to be selfish once in a while!" I laughed a little at this, but was beyond happy that Rose saw my relationship in a good light. I was pleased that me moving on had made her so happy.

"I'll try" I promised with a chuckle, "and Rose- congratulations. I couldn't be more proud of you right now."

And it couldn't have been more true. -
When Sydney, Gareth, Eddie and I got home from the wedding, the dhampirs decided to retire for the night, insisting that they were exhaused from being on guard all day long in such an exposed environment. In other words- they didn't want to stick around and see yet another gloriously intimate Adrian and Sydney love fest so they decided to go hide away and play 'Call of Duty' on low volume so we both thought they were sleeping. It had happened more than once of you hadn't already gathered that. Nevertheless- I couldn't help but adore any alone time I got with my perfect girl.

As soon as the guardians were out of sight, I scooped Sydney up into my arms, relishing in the sound of her giggling as I did so.

"Adrian put me down" she laughed, trying frantically to pull down her flippy dress to stay modest in case Eddie or Gareth came back in. I for one, would have rather it stayed up but beggers can't be choosers.

"Hmmm" I said, falsely pondering whether or not to let her down, "nope I don't think I will". With that, I spun her around in circles, chuckling as she tried to free herself... then she reached up and tickled my neck. Ah. My one weakness. Suddenly, I stopped spinning and let her down, itching my neck where the tickling had taken place. Sydney plonked herself down on the sofa, looking up at me with a smug smile on her face.

"We agreed that you would never do that" I said, feigning seriousness...though idea's we're coming to my mind- sexy ideas. I looked her up and down and bit my lip, approaching her slowley. Why did she have to be so damn beautiful? She looked up at me in anticipation as I straddled her sitting form, sliding one hand up the side of her leg, under her dress, and tangling the other in her hair. She let out a sharp, excited breath. "Naughty girl" I finally finished, leaning in to kiss her on the neck. I kissed hard, sensually, sucking on her skin just a little, trying my best to draw a moan out of her.

"Mmmm..."

There we go.

I moved my lips from her neck to her ear, a grin widning on my face, deeply enjoying this feeling of dominance. "I love you" I whispered to her, "I really do. You saved me Sydney... I can never thank you enough."

"I can think of a good way to start..." came the whispered reply as I felt a hand trail down my torso and a finger tuck gently under the hem of my trousers, tugging me towards her. I moved my head so my eyes gazed into hers. I could tell exactly what she was thinking- she wanted me badly. And damn did I want her too. Desperately, I crashed my lips onto hers, butterflies raging in my stomach and fireworks exploding in my head. I needed this, I needed her, just as I so often did, but this time even more so. Seeing the wedding today, coming to the realisation that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Sydney Sage... well that was a lot of love to express. And boy did I express it. Frantically, I pressed myself closer and closer to her, desperate to make any space between us melt away, for us to become one being. Being this close to her was a feeling that gave me power, it made my heart want to explode out of my chest. I ran my hands up her body, reaching the top of her dress and tugging it off, revealing a black strapless bra and lace panties. Sexy. As. Hell. I couldn't help but stare in awe, regardless of how many times I'd now seen her this way, the novelty never seemed to wear off. She was just far too beautiful, a creature of true perfection and brilliance. Sydney took my brief moment of weakness to take control of me, ripping my dress-shirt from my body (quite literally... it soon had to be binned. RIP favourite shirt), the buttons flying everywhere as she did. She ran her hands along the lines of my toned chest her eyes taking in every detail. The way Sydney and I admired each others bodies as though we'd never seen them before each time we got undressed, just showed how truely attracted to each other we were. I could safely say I had never felt like this before in my life, nor would I ever again if she were to leave me.

"You're beautiful" she commented, a breathy tone of wonder in her voice, "I can't even describe it. You're like a god, a perfectly sculpted piece of artwork. How did I get you?".

I smiled, placing a kiss on her forehead. "You lived" I replied simply.

She wasted no more time. Her lips colliding with mine, she instantly began undoing my zipper, allowing my to shake off my trousers. Her lips roamed, kissing all down my neck, up around my throat and all down my body. I just wanted to melt under the heat of her kisses, each one was like a tiny little electric shock urging me further and further towards throwing her down and giving her everything I had. And that was totally about to happen.

It wasn't long until we were completely naked and I swivelled her around so that we were sitting across the sofa long ways. Roughly- though not too roughly of course- I pushed her down so that I was lead on top of her. She smiled up at me, as if encouraging me to go all the way. I just had one puzzling thing to ask.

"Sydney" I said simply, a slight moan escaping my lips as I realised where her hand was currently going. "How is it... that you... an al...chemist... have-mmmm..." I tried to get out between moans. Of course- I was going to ask her how she could love a vampire like me despite her beliefs, but my body was screaming at me that it just didn't matter. I could guess it was just because she loved me. Love does crazy things sometimes.

And so it happened, as it always did though with noticably more passion- our hips moved together, our lips collided and our tongues danced. Nails dug into skin, hands became entangled in hair, hearts beat faster and faster. Sydney was so warm, so sweet, so delecate yet so sexy. I kissed her forcefully, pushing her back into the sofa as far as I could. I kissed down her neck, all down her body, caressing her as I did. I wished with all my heart that the moment could last forever and ever... but it couldn't.

After what felt like an eternity but was in fact 20 minutes (not my personal best I swear...) I rolled off of her and reached for my underwear passing Sydney hers too, at least wanting to be semi-modest is the guardians were to walk in... although judging from the commotion we had just been making, I guessed that they wouldn't be back here any time soon. I grabbed the throw from over the back of the couch and allowed Sydney to cuddle up into my side before wrapping it around us. She sighed and rested her head on my shoulder. Bliss.

I stroked her hair, doing my best not to catch my fingers on any of the tangles I'd previously made. Even in such a dishevelled state, she was still an angel, and she was all mine. I thought back to earlier, what I had been contemplating at the church.

"Hey Sydney" I said, lightly pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"Mmmhm" she mumbled in return, turning to look up at me.

"I was thinking today. Rose and Dimitri made me think about... about how happy I would be if I could have a wedding like that someday".

"Yeah, it was pretty" she replied nonchalantly, not quite getting the hint that I had been imagining us in their position.

"It was lovely. I could just picture me standing there like Dimitri was, getting all nervous. And you.. you'd look so beautiful in white-"

"Me?" she responded, "you can see yourself marrying me?" Her deep golden eyes lit up like glittering fire, full of hope and wonder.

"Sydney" I replied, taking her face gently in my hands and staring straight into those eyes. "I can see the rest of my life with you. I'm completely, inescapably in love with you. Marrying you would just be a bonus."

She stared at me for a while longer, her face quiverring slightly as if holding back tears. "Adrian..." she responded, breathtaken. "I love you so much".

I couldn't wait anymore, I had to kiss her. A soft kiss this time, very contrasting to earlier. But soft kisses were my favourite. They were filled with beautiful emotion. They made me believe that she really, truely felt a love for me as deep as I felt for her. She was simply perfect.

She was my everything. She was the love of my life. She was my little Alchemist.

And I wanted her forever.

TADA MY LOVELIES!

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