LAST CHAPTER! I hope that you've enjoyed the entire story & I will post the new story asap!
Be prepared for this bumper chapter! Lot's will happen, so without further ado...
Dreams are lovely things. Even vampires are granted the enjoyment of a pleasant way to pass a few hours. Oh, I cannot wait until I hit a decade and I can sleep for more than three hours at a time... It drives me insane, not being able to pass time sleeping. It's just meaning that I have more time to worry about everything regarding this wedding going wrong.
Or apparently my phone going off could be signalling this.
"Hello?" I say sleepily although I am fully awake, trying to cling desperately to the stupor I was in moments ago.
"Claire, are you awake yet?" Amelie's voice asks the pointless question.
"Um, does the fact I've answered the phone answer that question?" I ask her and she actually laughs. Maybe it was just some sort of mood she was in and now she is back to normal.
"Only because you are getting married in fourteen hours will I allow you to get away with that," she says with a smile in her voice, which makes me smile!
"Good - so what was it that you wanted, other than to ascertain my state of consciousness?" I ask her as I pull back the bedsheets to stand up. I'M GETTING MARRIED TODAY!
"To simply inform you that you need to be at my home for 9am sharp and to wait in the living room until Myrnin leaves," she says promptly - so I'm going to be in the same building as Myrnin? No, he's going to cheat! "I understand being in the same building for a short period may be problematic, given Myrnin, but we have arranged it so the crossover time is seconds. Sam will escort him to the Glass House to get ready as soon as you depart."
"Okay then..." I say slowly, heading out of my room and into the hallway. "9am sharp, gotcha. Over and out," I say, wasting my time at the end before hanging up! Honestly, why on earth I said that to Amelie is beyond me... If I hadn't have hung up, I'd have been there until Christmas explaining 'over and out', it's meaning and when it's used. And as it's only March, you get my picture.
I head into the kitchen to find Michael preparing a breakfast which smells gorgeous.
"Hey, how are you?" he asks me, grabbing the orange juice bottle and pouring me a glass as I sit down.
"Good - I just managed to weasel out of explaing to Amelie what 'over and out' means by hanging up on her... Guess I know what I'll be doing for the rest of the day," I sigh, pretending to be upset about this. He laughs before mussing up my hair, something I'm not too bothered about given that I'm having it all styled later on - and washed!
"Your breakfast is ready," he says with a huge smile, only five minutes later. He hands me a plate stacked with bacon, pancakes and sweet waffles - yummy!
"You know, if I wasn't a vampire you would have been in big trouble here," I say as I smother the food in delicious maple syrup.
"Why's that?" Michael asks, completely confused - my, men are so oblivious to the struggles women go through.
"Human women put on weight," I say simply. "Therefore, if I was wearing a skintight dress - which I would have been slimming to wear for about a year before the wedding - why on earth would I eat a fatty breakfast like this one?" I ask him and he seems to understand.
"Ahhh right, gotcha!" he says, doing that gay thing where they point their first finger at you with their thumb in the air. It's as if he's still in secondary school!
"Michael, please tell me that you're actually going to get ready today... And not just play on the Xbox, PS3, Wii or whatever other games consoles you've got," I beg and he nods. Probably because I've grabbed him by the front of his clothes - wise man to agree with me!
"Ok, I will not turn on any of the games consoles I own," he says with a small smile - I bet he'll have found some way around this injunction. Still, at least I have done what I can to make sure they spend the day wisely - if they don't, then it's their fault if they turn up to the wedding half dressed!
I enjoy the rest of my breakfast, savouring the wonderful taste of the rich bacon with the maple syrup, whilst Michael cleans up. I guess that's one benefit to getting married - someone else will clean up for you!
I finish breakfast before heading through to the living room with Michael. He clears up all of his music into neat piles as I tidy the rest of the rubbish we seem to accumulate into a pile to keep and one to bin. The latter pile is then taken through to the kitchen bin - now my housework is done (for the last time) I can relax!
Which is exactly what I do for the next two hours. Two hours of simply sitting on the sofa and chilling, listening to Michael play his guitar and sing perfect songs. Two hours of complete r&r... Which ends suddenly at 8:45am.
"I'd best go and get dressed," I sigh just as Michael finishes the song he's playing.
"8:45am, already?" he says in shock as he looks at the time. "Ok, Claire, you are my closest friend and so amazing - I hope you're happy and that you have a brilliant life... But I expect you to be around here every day, or I kick your butt!" he says suddenly, reaching over to give me a hug.
"Thanks, Michael," I say with a tear in my eye - he's too kind and cute!
"Don't cry - Amelie would kill me if you cried... Ruin your complexion or something!" he says anxiously, making me laugh.
"You know, Amelie's always killing us for something or the other," I observe, realising Amelie is the threat used everytime. Still, she is the scariest vampire so it sort of works!
"She is," Michael agress with a small smile. "Now, kid, go get ready so I can kick you out of my house!" he jokes, shoving me off the sofa. I shoot him a look before dashing upstairs and taking a shower.
The hot jets of water hit me suddenly and I gasp in shock before wiping the glistening water droplets from my eyes. I smile before getting a wash with body shop shower gel - jolly orange... A beautiful smell!
I finish in the shower then head through to my room, pulling on the jeans and t-shirt I left out for this purpose. I open my portal and emerge in my new bedroom, dumping my dirty clothes in the wash basket in the corner. I then return to my current room and smile a small smile at the fact that this room is once again simply a guest room. The last three years of my life have been brilliant and this room has seen the events first hand. I could never have asked for a better room - yet now I can give it up without feeling bitter about it. This room has seen Claire Danvers grow into the person I am now, and I feel happy leaving the room with these memories.
Slowly, human speed, I descend the stairs into the living room where Michael is texting someone furiously.
"Hey," I say, making his head jerk up. He looks at me and smiles, before returning to his frantic text. "What's up?" I ask, jumping onto the sofa next to him - I've got about forty seven seconds left before I need to go to Amelie's, to be on time.
"Nothing - honest!" he says and I believe him - why would he not tell me?
"Ok, well see you later?" I confirm and he nods, picking up his guitar again and beginning to strum a little tune. I smile before dashing through the portal and into Amelie's study. She isn't in here, so I rush into the living room where she told me to go to and slam the door. This means that they know I'm in here as well as giving Myrnin no excuses or way to be able to look in here. Brilliant! The person who invented doors is a genius!
"Ahh, Claire, you're here... Good," Amelie says with a smile in her voice. "The people will be here shortly so I thought you could pop by with the portal and pick up Ms Rosser, if you would like her to get ready here?" she suggests - wow, she's actually wanting Eve in her house? Now that's the shocker!
"Um, yeah, I'll go now!" I say, summoning up a portal to appear on the blank wall in front of me. I pop my head through to see Eve sitting on the sofa in a bright pink dressing gown - who'd have thought Eve would own anything pink, let alone this girly!
"Yo, Eve, how's it hanging?" I joke, feeling extremely guilty when she jumps in alarm.
"Oh, god, Claire how long have you been there?" she asks, her hand over her fluttering heart whilst her breathing has increased to about double her normal speed.
"About all of three seconds," I say, fully stepping through the portal now.
"What do you want - forget something when you left seven hours ago?" she asks, a little crabbit from being tired.
"I came to ask you if you wanted to come and get ready with me," I say and she stares at me blankly before standing up and jumping around in glee.
"Oh my god - can I use your hairdresser and make up artist?" she asks and I nod. "Wow, George Dorset - the top hairdresser in the state - and Frieda Olklapot - the top make up artist - are going to be working on me! Wow!"
"I'll take that as a yes then!" I laugh as she tightens her grip on me - it's a good job I don't have to breathe much because otherwise I'd be dead from suffocation! "Get dressed and come over with your dress - I think you can power nap to see you through because YOU WILL be there for every moment of the reception!" I say to her steelily and she nods, slightly scared!
"Ok, I'll be over in a few," she says and I nod before darting back into Amelie's house. I relay this information to Amelie who processes it before taking me through to her colossal bathroom. Everything is pristine and glistening, yet also minimalistic - every product of theirs is hidden away in sliding door cupboards - apart from today. Today, you can see where the professionals have their areas, with products specific to their talent on opposite sides of the room - sort of like a battlefield!
"Madamoiselle," George says in a French accent - I never knew he was french! "We begin with your hair and style it before Frieda claims you - is that ok?"
"Um... Yeah, sure!" I say as he manhandles me into the seat next to the sink - portable hairdressing at work here - for him to begin his masterpiece!
"You look amazing!" Eve's voice comes at me from the other side of the room. The distance does nothing to dull the high pitchedness of it, which makes me wince slightly. Frieda gives me a huffy look at this, as she nearly messes up my final coat of lipgloss - it wouldn't exactly be the end of the world if a LITTLE lipgloss wasn't on!
"I don't know about that," I say coyly, looking at my final appearance, of my head at least. My hair is entirely curled into perfect ringlets and has then been scraped back so I have a mass of ringlets at the back. I then have a little clip in the side of my hair and the tiara at the front of my hair. My makeup is minimalistic and natural, with a little bronzer to add colour to my complexion. I have light brown eyeshadow with a little eyeliner but lashings of mascara to make my eyelashes stand out. Lipgloss is a light pink colour, glossy to make my lips appear plumper and nicer than they actually are.
"Listen to Eve," Amelie says with a smile - I think I'm dead. Amelie. Agreeing with Eve! "You look magnificent!"
"If he wasn't already dead, technically, he'd be knocked dead!" Eve says slightly tactlessly but Amelie doesn't appear to notice. She is slightly more preoccupied with a message on her phone which drains all of the colour from her skin (what little there was) which makes her make up seem slightly clownlike.
"Amelie, what's wrong?" I ask her but she shakes her head.
"Nothing - it's just a little matter to do with the town," she says airily. "It can wait until tomorrow," she decides - well phew! I couldn't have coped if a major disaster occurred on my wedding day!
I continue to get ready, eager for the wedding - I cannot wait!
Well, when I said to Claire that we wouldn't play on the games consoles, I left a small loophole. As technically, we're not playing on my games consoles, but my granddad's!
"Dirty swine!" Sam exclaims as I cut him up on the race track, Myrnin urging on whichever of us who is in the front - he's so fickle! Such a glory supporter - like those who support Manchester United when they're top of the table then revert back to Chelsea when they are!
"No need for that - just because you can't play your own game, old man!" I shoot back, making him give me a look of outrage.
"Playing the age card now, are we?" he asks me - well DUH! "Go to bed, Michael. You know, with you being the baby here and all!" he retorts with a sly smile - damn!
I shut up before doing a move so complex even the cheat sites don't know how to do it. It involves a wheel spin, making Sam think I'm doing something I'm not and jumping over a building. Which just happens to bring me over the finish line a whole minute ahead of my old granddad.
"I repeat, Old. Man," I say, clicking my fingers in triumph before starting as I look at the clock. "Well, shit, how did it get to be 6pm already?" I say in outrage, Sam flicking my head in reproach to my language.
"Double shit - I'm supposed to be getting married!" Myrnin exclaims, zooming around the sofa to turn off the games console. "Now, we've had our fun so listen. We're going to get ready now and we're going to look as if we've spent ten hours doing what we'll be doing in an hour. Understood? As otherwise Claire and Amelie will never speak to us again!"
Sam and I nod mutely: the fear of Claire is too great. Sam's fear seems to be spinning from the Amelie mention - I couldn't imagine being married to her in the first place, let alone spending my life with her... She's too cold and nasty in so many ways. Then again, Sam loves her. And she could be rather nice when we were rehearsing non-stop - maybe she has some redeeming features!
"How do I look?" Myrnin asks as he surveys his appearance in the mirror. His suit, I have to hand it to 'step grandmother' (she's never getting called that out loud), looks pretty incredible. His curly brown hair has been flattened down slightly but still bouncy enough to get his personality through. His eyes, normally crinkled slightly with the first signs of wrinkles (they looked middle aged in the medieval period by 25... The age Myrnin is physically), look calm and nervous at the same time.
"As if Claire won't be able to resist you," Sam reassures him with a smile as he sorts his suit. Everyone gets the best deal besides me - I'm the only one having to reuse something from the last wedding. Even every girl gets a new dress, as wearing the same again would be so 'passe', and even every other man gets a new suit - I'm stuck with the crummy black one that Claire chose for me!
"Good - we have to go now!" Myrnin says, rather excitedly. "Sam - rings?" he checks with granddad who nods again.
"For the millionth time, yes, I have the rings!" he says, slightly impatient now.
"Good - Michael, you go straight to Amelie's in the car and wait for Claire. We'll see you at 8pm," Myrnin orders - well I'm glad to see Claire isn't marrying a slave driver!
They head off, leaving me to get into the limo and take it back to Amelie's.
I look brilliant. Eve and Amelie look brilliant. Now all I have to do is wait.
7:23pm and I'm sitting anxiously, waiting for time to speed up so I can hurry to get to City Hall.
"Claire, you ready to go?" Michael says, suddenly appearing in the corner. Eve and Amelie have already gone to the hall, Eve to meet Neil and Amelie to do the job I did for her at her wedding.
"Um, yeah," I say, wishing I could stop saying ''um''. If I do it in the ceremony, I will kill myself. "Let's go, Dad!" I say, rubbing it in that he's playing my father. He grimaces slightly and I take in his appearance. "Glad to see Amelie couldn't fault my FLAWLESS choice in attire for you, so far that you can reuse it!" I notice that he's wearing the amazing suit I picked for him, simply with a different shirt and an amazing rusticy waistcoat.
"Yeah, well I always look amazing so what point was there in getting another suit?" he jokes with me as he takes my arm to help me down the stairs. My dress flares out on the floor behind me and looks like a sheet of satin draped over the floor as I walk - perfect!
We get into the stretch limo and make our way to the city hall. Wow, nerves are beginning to overpower me slightly!
"You'll be fine," Michael says as we step out of the limousine. I smile nervously before loitering in the entrance to the hall. "Wait here a moment - I have to go and tell them that we're here," he says, dashing off and leaving me in the softly lit foyer. I smile and grip my bouquet tighter before someone distracts me by rushing up to my side.
"Hello Claire," Shane says to me with a heartbroken expression.
"Shane, what do you want?" I gasp, shock breaking into my happy expression.
"I love you, please marry ME instead!" he says suddenly, getting down on one knee. Oh my god, this ISN'T happening - I'm getting married to Myrnin in only minutes... Why is Shane here?
"Shane, you have Lauren," I splutter out as he stands up, looking crestfallen at my lack of response. "And I'm about to get married! This really isn't the time!"
"I love you," he repeats but I shake my head.
"No, you love Lauren," I say softly. "I'm going to get married... Go home, Shane."
With this, I walk further towards the room where I am marrying and Michael meets me. I look back at Shane to see him looking slightly morose as he stares after me. Still, that's not my problem.
"What did he want?" Michael asks quietly as I take his arm.
I can't tell him the truth - that encounter has gone from my mind, so I don't want to share it. I take a deep breath and smile before saying, "He just wanted to wish me luck."
Although slightly skeptical, Michael says nothing and we proceed to the doors to the chapel. Oh my I'M GETTING MARRIED!
She'll be walking down the aisle in only a few minutes! I cannot wait for her to marry me, to become my wife. This is the happiest day of my entire life so far, and probably in the future!
The doors open, the guests rise and the organ begins to be played. Amelie glides down the aisle, a vision in midnight blue - something much darker and shorter than I expected from her! I assume Claire took a helping hand in selecting this one... Yet, Amelie pulls it off spectacularly!
Then my attention is drawn to the woman walking down the aisle, on Michael's arm. A vision in satin: a perfect dress with intricately designed bodice and a slightly puffy skirt - completely and utterly Claire. I never expected anything less - she looks so graceful and regal - truly brilliant! I cannot imagine where she got this brilliant eye for her to choose this dress, given her parents didn't have the greatest fashion sense, but here it is. It's not just the dress that's amazing, oh no: her face is so pretty, with a beautiful expression on it... And her eyes! They meet mine with a smile as Michael hands her over to me with a smile on his face.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the communion in holy matrimony between Myrnin and Claire," the vicar says with a smile. "Before I begin, I must ask, is there any persons present today who know of a reason why these two souls cannot lawfully wed?"
Thankfully, there is a silence. I half expected Oliver to raise his hand just to cause a little discomfort.
"Myrnin, do you take Claire to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, for richer for poorer, as long as you both shall live?" the vicar asks me - are we onto the vows already? Wow, Claire's had me in such a trance, I haven't heard a word!
"I do," I say confidently, staring deep into Claire's eyes as I slip the ring onto her finger to join her engagement ring.
"Claire,do you take Myrnin to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for richer for poorer, as long as you both shall live?" he asks Claire who smiles.
"I do," she says quietly but confidently, sliding the ring onto my ring finger. It feels so quaint to have a ring there - but a good weird!
"I now pronounce you man and wife," vicar dude says with a smile, snapping his book shut. "You may now kiss the bride!"
The moment I've been waiting for. I pull Claire's veil back over her head and take her small, delicate face in my hands. I then place my lips on hers and feel an explosion occurring somewhere - she's my wife and will be with me, forever!
Wow, we're really married! All the build up for the past few months has led to this perfect moment - how brilliant!
"I love you," he murmurs as we turn to face the applauding guests, hand in hand.
"I love you more," I smile as Michael rushes forwards to give me a hug, Amelie to Myrnin.
"Photographs now!" Sam says, sounding way too excited for photos that he's barely going to be in! I laugh before we head outside into the beautiful night, where a photographer is waiting for us. Myrnin and I pose on the steps to City Hall before Amelie, Michael and Sam join us for a range. Then I have some with each of Michael, Sam and Amelie seperately whilst Myrnin just has one with Amelie - probably worried he would look bad!
"I am just going to have a word with Amelie," Myrnin says with a smile into my ear. "If you mind me leaving your side for a moment."
"That's ok," I say, turning to face my new husband. "I was just going to stand out here for a moment, alone, to look at the view," I continue and he smiles, kissing me softly before disappearing. I grin at nothing as I place my hands on the balcony, looking out at the beautiful night sky.
Until I hear something behind me. Someone dangerous... I can tell instantly.
Then a voice I recognise all too well comes out, sending a chilling message right into my core. What are they doing here? Please... No, not to ruin the wedding!
Oh boy. How deep is the trouble I'm in now?
Wow, well this is FINALLY the end! I'm happy that we've got here - any ideas as to what this is? Will be ALL revealed in the sequel!
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