Title: Danny, Jackson and Emma

Author: Angel Starbeam

Word Count: 905

Disclaimer: I do not own rights to Corpse Bride. I'm just a fan with an overactive imagination and no money.

The house was tall and majestic despite its dilapidated state. The mist surrounding it made the ground glow and the moon cast shadows, particularly ones of skeletons. Tall and white, long and elongated, they barley seem human, quite strange due to their origins.

It was also strange that they were so gleeful.

Then a large black blot appeared on the page.

"Christ," a fountain pen quickly scratched the ink creating a range of lines.

A slender hand ran through raven locks and coal black eyes narrowed in merged concentration and frustration. The fifteen-year-old boy attached to these, sighed as he tried to correct his mistake.


He then stopped, recognizing the shrill and loud voice that was summoning him.

They're here already?

The bedroom door opened and a woman with a motherly face and red hair streaked with grey entered.

"Danny, you better come downstairs," her face was showed sympathy.

Danny groaned and put down his sketchpad. Resigned to his fate, he followed the head maid, Mrs. Hilde, out and downstairs to the main parlor.

Deemed the main parlor because it was closest to the entrance hall and it was slight larger than the other rooms. The floor was polished wood, with its walls painted a pale yet sunny yellow. It was quite a cheerful room, while its occupants were not at the moment. Danny first saw two others, another young man and a young girl around his age sat on the floral print comfortable couch. They were not comfortable but because of the couch but of because the elder people standing before them.

These were their aunt and uncle, about two positions removed. Maybe third or forth cousins would be a more appropriate title but since they were much older, they prefer the titles suggesting seniority. Sitting on the singles stuffed chairs were the two great aunts. Danny affectionately called them "aunties," because they were kind and sane to them. Unfortunately, they believed that this was for the children's own good. They still loved them.

"Here he is," Auntie Alison smiled and her hand directed him to sit next to his cousins.

Danny obeyed and next to Jackson, and Emma, his other cousin smiled. It was an executioner face-off.

It was a stark contrast between the adults and them. Aunt Beatrice (called Aunt Bea because she hates it) was imposing, with her ghostly skin and dark eyes perpetually in disapproval. Uncle Fergus (Fergie), a short, fat balding man, hardly a fault, but he was a jerk. They were siblings that lived close together so to monitor one another concerning the Will. It had been that way since Fergie's wife went to "holidaying" in Venice and Bea's former husband found a more feminine life companion, a landscapist named Howard.

On the other hand, Danny and Jackson were second cousins. Both were a few inches close to six feet, their faces were handsome and their eyes were wide and expressive. Danny's black hair was straight and thick and tended to go over his eyes, which he did little to correct. Jackson was with light mahogany hair, wavy and uncombed with striking hazel eyes framed by his glasses. Emma, another second cousin, was a blend of dark and light, dark brown hair, amber eyes, and so short that she could see eye-to-eye with Uncle Fergie.

Danny often thought about their relation to them as well some other relatives. He did not know much about his family history, his father did not bother with teaching him as he did with literature.

He did though, tell Danny that one branch of the family was of noble blood and old money while the other branch was the nouveaux rich, and joined by marriage by the Everglots (old money) and the Van Dorts (new money). This was because the Everglots were broke while the Van Dorts were rich by their fish-mongering business, now a still-going-strong corporation (renamed it Norshire Lake Co. before the First World War, then Norshire Lake Corp. during the nineteen-forties).

None the cousins, part of the latest generations, shared the name of Everglot or Van Dort. Danny was a Thatcher (his grandfather was an ordinary man who married his grandmother Nancy, they met while in university in London, England), Jackson was Van Buren (his great-grandfather was an employee of the company and wedded a Miss Eleanor Van Dort) and Emma was a Farrow (her father Benjamin married her mother Wilhelma Van Dort). The only one who actually was close to the town of Norshire (The Everglots and Van Dorts home), was Emma, who lived in the next town of Bedlam. Jackson's family lived in Manchester while Danny resided an ocean away, in the United States. The distance away was probably a reason why the children and their own parents came out normal.

But the children were not in Bedlam, Manchester or the United States. They were in Norshire, with their relatives, the snobs and socialite elite, hounding them down. There was only one good thing about this; it was only Uncle Fergie and Aunt Bea at the moment. It could be worse, like Aunt Bernice (Aunt Burns) was close to hundred pounds with fat cheeks covered blush and was usually dressed in the lasted fashion. No one told her that the fashion designed was for hundred and ten pound women did not suit her. Danny was not sure who more at fault was: Aunt Burns for her oblivious nature and vanity or the culture that cannot comprehend plus sizes and health and value women who never eat.

"Children, last night's performance was a disaster." Aunt Bea's eyes narrowed.

"Good morning to you," Danny flatly replied. The retort earned him two glares of death, so he added, "What did we do now?"

"I received a report of your behavior."

The list began.


A.N: This is a rewritten chapter