She was sitting on the fence next to the church, her hair bundled up on the back of her head, in long pants and a sweater. It almost seemed like she was trying to portray a man, but I knew better. Marina liked to dress however was comfortable. In this crisp fall weather, she was well aware that what was comfortable was men's clothes, tight and not fluttering as a dress or skirt would, and tied up hair so it didn't blow into her face with the wind and blind her.
I smiled and ran to greet her. "Carlisle!" she smiled. I lifted her off the fence and kissed her. She broke away, giggling.
"What?" I asked, grinning in the glaring autumn sunlight.
"Oh, it just feels… strange to be kissing in front of a church," she elaborated. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and dragged her to the left. "What are you doing?" she shrieked, feebly batting at my arms. I stopped, kissing her again.
"It feel so strange to kiss outside my house?" I whispered. Father and I lived in the house right next to his church. Marina shrieked again, ducking down.
"Carlisle Cullen, are you crazy?" she hissed. I bent down, trying to pull her up, but she was stubborn. "What if he sees us?"she said, referring to my father.
"So what?" I replied. "We're not Romeo and Juliet. No point in hiding anything." Giving up in pulling her up, I kneeled down to be at eye level with her. "I love you, Marina, and I'm going to marry you."
It was then, of course, of course, because life is just that unfair, that Father came into the yard and saw us crouching just behind the fence. "Carlisle?" he called hoarsely. "Is that Marina?"
I straightened up, accompanied by a thoroughly embarrassed Marina. "What were you two doing down there?" Dad asked in his gravelly voice.
"We were looking at a worm," squeaked Marina. "On the ground."
"Is that so?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No," I laughed, looking at Marina, who was blushing. "Actually, I was proposing to Marina." He smiled.
"You are aware," he began, laughing a bit, "that it's only the man who kneels?" Then, in a slightly worried tone, he added, "You spoke with her father before this, son?"
"No, I thought we'd run away and elope," I joked sarcastically. "Of course I spoke with her father."
"Splendid!" He clapped his hands together. "Tea?"
And he disappeared into the house. Marina looked a bit dazed. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders for reassurance. "Shall we go in?" I asked. Nodding slightly, she began to shuffle towards the house.
"Wait!" she cried, coming to an abrupt stop. I looked around, thinking she'd seen something. The scene before me was exactly as it had been a moment ago. "Yes," she said with a shaky laugh.
"I never answered you," Marina explained. "Yes, I want to marry you." She kissed me, and then I led her into the house.
Tea with Father was pleasant. He could sometime be eccentric, especially around guests. Luckily, he seemed to be on his best behavior. He even joined in the wedding talk.
However, at the end of tea, when he'd dismissed Marina and she went home, he turned to me, a grave expression on his face. "Carlisle," he said solemnly, "she's one of them."
"What?" I asked, baffled.
"Marina," he explained, something awful in his eyes. "She's a vampire."