T/W blood and sexual content
For most women, their wedding day would be one of their happiest memories. But for you, it invoked a sense of dread. You had spent the last few weeks making preparations for the day and it became easy to lose yourself in the planning. Something you could obsess over, from flowers to dresses and guest lists and color schemes. Every finite detail would be perfect. But you were not the perfect bride, you may have looked the part in figure and form. An ivory gown with matching lace overlay, flutter sleeves, a deep neckline, and tiny pearls placed down the length of it to match the diamond and pearl headband you wore. Your bridal makeup was smokey eyes and with a bold lip and layers of pearls hanging from your neck. However beautiful you looked on your wedding day, you could see the sadness in your eyes as your reflection stared back at you.
Emilie entered your room and you quickly placed a smile on your lips as you finished up your hair. You expected another barrage of comments on how she had found out about your upcoming nuptials through the radio rather than Alastor coming to tell her. When you had both gone to visit her to break the news she had proceeded to hit him with her hand towel until he apologized, something that came to your great amusement. Saying how she should have been the first to know, how he should have told her before even popping the question. However, once she had calmed down she had said "I knew there was something more between you both, a mother always knows these things." giving him a playful nudge at the same time.
Emilie approached you, you could see there were tears of joy welling up in her eyes. "Vous faites une belle mariée." You had picked up a few words of French from Alastor, he would occasionally speak it on a morning when he would rise, or in moments of frustration, although those moods were far and few between with him. You understood the word Belle meant beauty or beautiful. "Um, pardon?" You see a flicker of anger flash across Emilie's face. "And my boy still hasn't taught you French. What do you two do, spend all your time canoodling?" You couldn't help but laugh at her statement, it couldn't have been further from the truth. Alastor had been a gentleman in all aspects of your sham of a relationship. "I said you make a beautiful bride." She finally explained in a language you could understand. "Thank you, I never thought I'd see the day I wore a wedding dress. But if I am to be married to anyone, I could not ask for a better man than Alastor." You caught yourself at the end, not wishing to sound too somber on a joyous occasion.
"Pfft! Don't sugarcoat things. I tried my best with him but he's far from perfect but you will understand the struggles of a mother more when you have your own." Your stomach tightened at her mention of children. "Well you've certainly done a good job of raising this one, he's an absolute gent and I couldn't ask for a better man to spend the rest of my life with." You could feel the words catching in your throat towards the end. Emilie gives you a quick glance but seems to have bought into your words as you can see her swell up with pride. "You are too good for him. I hope you will keep him fully in line." As she speaks she pulls out a brooch, gold gilded with floral details and a blue stone set in the center.
"I notice your entire outfit is new, so here is something old, borrowed, and blue for you. To welcome you into the family." You'd never put much thought into traditions, you'd never thought or prepared for marriage although most girls would have a mother to walk them through the traditions. After Emilie pinned the brooch to your dress, you stood up and wrapped your arms around her. "You know, even if I wasn't marrying Alastor. I am so grateful to have a mother figure like you in my life. I will wear this brooch with pride and hope I can give you the same pride in me as a daughter-in-law." Your words had been true, Emilie had accepted you fully as her own. Showing you what a mother figure could be. "Oh hush now child, you'll have me ruining my makeup. But I shall leave you to finish yours dear, I just popped in to give you this."
You had heard stories of grooms getting cold feet before a wedding but for a bride, it was unheard of. Your feet, however, did not feel cold. They were burning hot and ready to run away but you traced your fingers over the brooch Emilie had given you, how happy she was to invite you into the family. You imagined you and Alastor going to her house, cooking meals together, sharing in music and laughter. The family life you had always dreamed of but you'd never had. You had been lost in those thoughts when Ruth peaked her head around the door. "Everyone's seated, are you...well ain't you a picture." She had stopped mid-sentence when you stood up. It was time.
As you stood at the end of the aisle, everything was perfect, every one of your requirements followed out to their last detail. You caught Emilie looking back at you, handkerchief already in hand. Your father took you by your arm and the wedding march began to play. Time seemed as though it was moving in slow motion as you walked. You reflected on how ironic it was for your father to be giving you away when he had already given you away all those years ago by sending you to a catholic school. You would have happily had him trade places with George, someone who had stepped up to the plate as a father when your real father stepped away. However, such things would be frowned upon.
You caught whispers of the crowd as you walked by them. "Doesn't she look stunning?" Your aunt had commented. "She looks like a proper little lady." Your uncle had replied. "I see she didn't wear white." Maria tried to whisper into Ruth's ear but not really trying or even lowering her voice. Anna, who you were surprised she even turned up, wouldn't make eye contact with you as you walked passed. At the end of the aisle, your father handed you over to Alastor and took his seat. For the first time, Alastor turned to face you, you could see his eyes widen slightly. A smile crawls over his lips and for a moment you genuinely believed you had caught a flush to his cheeks.
When it came to the vows, you could tell how much Alastor had rehearsed his words, not that he had indulged you on his script as you had him, with yours."People use the phrase twin flame to describe a person who will change the course of your life forever, an intense connection between two individuals, two halves of a whole. I can say with no doubt that you are mine. I never felt a part of me was missing until I met you. Through the fire of your soul, your passion, mine is ignited and we shine brighter as one than as we do alone." You felt the truth to his words, this was not just something he had put together to win over the crowd but instead how he felt about you. You had felt it too, the first night you had spoken, you had sensed a kindred spirit in him.
It was then time for your vows, you had just about forgotten them, and panic was setting in. But standing hand in hand with Alastor, he gave your hand a subtle squeeze and it eased you. You had spent so much time perfecting the vows and now they were gone from your mind. However in that moment, staring at his face, his warm eyes, his inviting smile, you spoke from the heart. "People will tell you that all you need is love to have the perfect marriage. They are wrong. A marriage requires compassion, empathy, and understanding. The feeling of security that opens the door for honesty, trust, and communication. Love, in my limited understanding of it. It is simply the absence of hate and what is that to base a marriage on? That is why I am lucky to have found you. You do not just offer me love but understanding, warmth, and safety in your embrace. You offer me so much more in my life and that is why I am sad to say that I can only offer you me, but I offer you all of me, the good days, the bad days, and all the days in between. If you will take me."
You could not bring yourself to look to the room, expecting to see the disappointment on their faces from your speech. Instead only looking to Alastor, who had heard your planned vows and knew you had gone off script with them. Just like there had been a sincerity to his words, you had spoken freely from the heart. You had been so fixated on Alastors face in that moment, trying to concentrate on nothing else that you had not heard the vicar speak. The next thing you knew, your body was being thrown back into a dip and Alastors lips met yours. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck to brace yourself and deepen the kiss but as Alastor pulls away from you he whispers in your ear. "Save it for tonight." A phrase that brings a flush to your cheek but you have no time to think about it as you are whisked off to the next part of the festivities.
Whilst the production, transport, and sale of alcohol were prohibited, many of the guests in attendance had brought drinks from home. There had been no laws around the possession or consumption of it. For the first time in many months, you were able to let your hair down and truly enjoy the night. You danced the night away but noticed as the night dwindled on, your new husband was nowhere to be seen. Had he got cold feet after the act? You began asking around the guests, it felt as though all of uptown was in attendance but not a soul had seen him. You took to the streets, planning to have a quick walk around and if you could not find him, return to the party and hopefully await him at home.
As you walked down the street, it was eerily empty. The only sound of life was coming from the venue of the afterdo, a sound that seemed to travel quite some distance. You were startled by the sound of movement down one of the alleyways, fueled by alcohol, safety was not at the forefront of your mind. As you looked down the dimly illuminated alley, you caught sight of another person, the first person you'd seen outside since you started searching. You began to approach the person who was hunching over something on the ground. "Hi, I don't suppose you've seen..." You stop in your tracks, you found him. His face, his clothes, his hands all glistening red.
"Darling." He started but did not seem to know how to continue. You look down to the body on the floor, then back up to him. "Friend of yours?" You should have been shocked at such a sight, repulsed even. But you found the sight of your husband covered in another man's blood to wake something deep inside you. "I don't know if I would call him that." Alastor offered, his tone uncertain. "Well then I feel I should be exceptionally angry that you have neglected your new wife to spend time in the company of someone you don't even consider to be a friend." You look at the dumpster in which you presume he was trying to hide the body in, until he could properly dispose of it like he had done with Charles.
"Need a hand?" You offer, now moving towards the corpse but Alastor stops you. "You wouldn't want to ruin that beautiful dress of yours now, would you?" You ignore his advice and instead grab the ankles of the man. "I don't think a little blood matters when I intend for you to rip it off me in a moment." You purr out and you once again catch that glint of excitement in his eye as he grabs the torso and between the two of you, throw the body in the dumpster. "I must say, you're taking this exceptionally well." Almost sounding as though he was marveling at your assistance. "Did I not just say only a few hours ago that a marriage is about understanding, compassion, and honesty?" You affirmed to him. "You are something else mon cheri."
Before you knew it your body was being slammed into the alley wall, Alastors hand firmly around your throat. "But you are also a witness." You should have been scared at that moment, your life was on the line, his grip growing tighter around your throat but yet you found yourself only feeling excitement in that moment. In hindsight, you should have tried to remove his hand from your throat, but you didn't. Instead reaching for his in return, your nails digging into the delicate flesh. "Carotid artery, am I right? I might not have the strength to rip it out but you get a wound like that on your neck and your new bride is missing. It would not be good for publicity." You challenged him with a ferocity in your voice.
"So I should just let you go, and trust that you won't go running to Daddy?" You tried to reply but it felt like he was slowly crushing your windpipe. "Y..o..u." You choked out and he loosened his grip on your throat, just enough to let you catch your breath. "You forget, you have the same leverage over me. I turn you in and you could do the same to me. Although I do suspect your body count is higher than mine. Not something many men can boast." You croak. "And you could just say I was guilty of that one too." For someone who seemed so calm on the surface, you were now only beginning to see the panic and paranoia that lurked below. "You are now my husband, we help one another." You let go of his throat and moved one finger down his chest, over the blood-splattered shirt, and stopping at his belt. "You feed into my desires and I will feed into yours." You purred out, lowering your gaze down his body. He finally releases you but only for a second, now grabbing onto your cheeks and bringing you to look at his face again. "That sounds an awful lot like blackmail, are you sure that is a wise move for a woman in your position right now?" He said, sounding like a warning. Something you were sure he would not give twice. "My dearest, you could rip my heart from my chest here and now but it will always be yours. Why would I betray you when we could have such fun together? But please do tell me more about the positions you would have me in."
Alastor loosened his grip, now looking you up and down. "Truly something else." He said, fully releasing you from his grip. You took the hand that was not looped over his belt and brought it to his jaw, grabbing his cheeks like he had done to you. pulling his face to yours, and locking lips with him. Whilst simultaneously pulling at his belt to bring his hips towards you. At first, it felt like he didn't know how to respond but soon you felt him kissing you back, his tongue gliding over your lower lip, signaling you to part them to which you followed his lead and found your tongue intertwining with his. You could taste the whiskey on his breath. A drink you had never cared for but when it was on him, you found it intoxicating. Or maybe it had been the slight metallic flavor that came with it, the blood of another that had been on his face, on his lips, and now was getting mixed in with the passion of the kiss.
He pulled away momentarily. "Should we return to the house?" He whispered but you were already reaching into his pocket, your fingers locating the blade you knew he had on him. "But home is so far away and I'm here, and I need you now. Let's not make your friend the only one who got impaled here tonight." You flick the blade open and make a cut into the fabric of your dress. The lace ripped easier than expected and your legs were braced with the cool, night-time air. You place the knife in Alastors hand. "So how about another demonstration with that? I remember there being somewhere on the inner thigh but you might just have to show me again."
He needed nothing more than that as he slipped to his knees, taking your leg and placing the blade to your inner thigh, the tip pressing into your skin. "Iliac artery. Maybe this will help you remember." The blade presses deeper until a crimson bead forms, he then drags the blade down your inner thigh, you try to pull your leg away but he holds it firm and steady. His face leans in and you feel the wet heat of his tongue slide along the cut. His face moves further up still until you can feel his breath through the lace of your pants. You throw your leg over his shoulder, allowing him better access to you. Giving your consent for him to continue as though you had not made that clear enough already.
He once again takes the blade in hand, this time cutting off the pants and as he slips his blade under the fabric, the cool steel also runs across your skin once more. Then you feel it, his tongue parting the folds of your lips, finding its way across your clit and stopping at that point. He flickers his tongue over you a couple of times and each movement causes a shudder through your body. It had been so long since you had been this close to a man and never had one put your pleasure first but the movements of his tongue, then incorporating his fingers into the mix, this was all for you. He started slow, seeming to enjoy the reaction of your body to each agonizing lick, every beckoning motion of his fingers inside you.
Despite the sounds of music and celebrations filling the air down the road, you still try and remain quiet. Something that becomes increasingly difficult as he continues, now making thrusting motions with his fingers and circling his tongue bringing you a pleasure you had never experienced. This is only heightened when he digs his nails into the flesh of your thigh that is over his shoulder. He switches his hand and tongue, now rubbing his thumb against your clit as his tongue darts inside you occasionally making lapping motions, as you can feel the mess he is making between your legs. As you feel your orgasm approaching you take a fistful of his hair and he proceeds to eat you out as though you would not allow him air until he makes you cum. Which came as a blissful release only moments later, you feel your body slouch slightly but he lifts your leg off his shoulder and stands up straight, now offering you his hands for support. You instead grab onto his arms. "Well, that was something new." Your voice still catching breath.