Champagne Challenge #123: A New Beginning (Rated G):
Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 5:08 am
When I read the challenge this scene immediately popped into my head and was quickly written.
A 'thank you' to Pgal for reading it over and helping with some corrections.
A New Beginning
The two women, both stunning, stood together in the small room off the church vestibule. One, dark and sultry, was draped in white lace and satin, the epitome of the virginal bride. The other, blond and bold, was adorned in a chic lemon yellow that draped over her shoulders, gathered under her breasts and hugged her midriff. The two were a perfect foil.
“I can’t believe you’re actually going through with this.” The blond pouted, pulling at the folds of the white gown, making sure that they fell just so from the slim hips to the marbled floor.
“I know, mon ami.” Sable eyes caught and held the troubled blue as the bride-to-be cupped a satiny cheek and leaned down to place petal pink lips to the opposite side. “It is sudden for you and I’m sorry for that.”
“I don’t understand, Coraline. How can you love this human? He’s an enfant ignorant.”
“No, Cynti. I can’t explain it but Mick is unlike any other. You know me better than that.”
They exchanged searching gazes that ended with two tender smiles.
“I still do not understand but I can see that you are happier than you have been in a long time. If he is the cause then there must be something special about him.” Cynthia stepped back and repositioned the veil over the brunette’s shoulders.
“Thank you, Cynti.” Full lips parted in a dazzling smile that pulled at her friend’s heart. Coraline did not expect her best friend to understand. It was enough that Cynthia was here, in a country she despised, ready to stand at her side and allow Coraline this happiness.
But as much as she wanted to, Cynthia could not feel the same measure of happiness. Coraline’s next words made it even harder.
“It’s a new beginning for me. Mick has given me that gift. He’s looked past the games and shallowness that I’ve cloaked myself in for so long. He loves me, ma chère.” Coraline pressed forward, unable to contain her joy and enveloped her sister of the heart in a hug. “He truly loves me.”
A chill skittered down Cynthia’s spine but she returned the embrace, hoping against her better judgment, that the bliss would last.
“Tonight I will reciprocate. Magnifique cadeau....the greatest gift I....”
“Non!” Cynthia grasped Coraline’s shoulders. “You cannot, Coraline. Your brothers, they would not approve. Can you not love him as a human? To Turn him....it is too dangerous.”
Coraline’s response was cut off as Mendelssohn’s recessional began and the two vampires heard the awaiting congregation rise in their pews.
“Come, walk in there with me and give me away.”
The dark bride swept up her bouquet and ran her free hand down her gown before sliding it under the arm of her Maid of Honor. Her tremulous smile was evidence of how important this moment was to her. “Please, Cynthia.”
Clasping her own, smaller bouquet, the blond vampire took a deep breath and silently led the bride forward.
The women paused at the opened doors to the nave.
Eyes glowing, the expectant bride looked up the aisle to the man standing at the altar. Waiting for her, standing proud and handsome. Her Mick. Coraline’s heart expanded in her chest. She’d never known such euphoric anticipation. Her hand tightened on her escort’s arm.
“I never believed it existed, Cynti. Amour éternel.”
The Bridal Chorus began and Coraline stepped forward, into her new beginning.
A 'thank you' to Pgal for reading it over and helping with some corrections.
A New Beginning
The two women, both stunning, stood together in the small room off the church vestibule. One, dark and sultry, was draped in white lace and satin, the epitome of the virginal bride. The other, blond and bold, was adorned in a chic lemon yellow that draped over her shoulders, gathered under her breasts and hugged her midriff. The two were a perfect foil.
“I can’t believe you’re actually going through with this.” The blond pouted, pulling at the folds of the white gown, making sure that they fell just so from the slim hips to the marbled floor.
“I know, mon ami.” Sable eyes caught and held the troubled blue as the bride-to-be cupped a satiny cheek and leaned down to place petal pink lips to the opposite side. “It is sudden for you and I’m sorry for that.”
“I don’t understand, Coraline. How can you love this human? He’s an enfant ignorant.”
“No, Cynti. I can’t explain it but Mick is unlike any other. You know me better than that.”
They exchanged searching gazes that ended with two tender smiles.
“I still do not understand but I can see that you are happier than you have been in a long time. If he is the cause then there must be something special about him.” Cynthia stepped back and repositioned the veil over the brunette’s shoulders.
“Thank you, Cynti.” Full lips parted in a dazzling smile that pulled at her friend’s heart. Coraline did not expect her best friend to understand. It was enough that Cynthia was here, in a country she despised, ready to stand at her side and allow Coraline this happiness.
But as much as she wanted to, Cynthia could not feel the same measure of happiness. Coraline’s next words made it even harder.
“It’s a new beginning for me. Mick has given me that gift. He’s looked past the games and shallowness that I’ve cloaked myself in for so long. He loves me, ma chère.” Coraline pressed forward, unable to contain her joy and enveloped her sister of the heart in a hug. “He truly loves me.”
A chill skittered down Cynthia’s spine but she returned the embrace, hoping against her better judgment, that the bliss would last.
“Tonight I will reciprocate. Magnifique cadeau....the greatest gift I....”
“Non!” Cynthia grasped Coraline’s shoulders. “You cannot, Coraline. Your brothers, they would not approve. Can you not love him as a human? To Turn him....it is too dangerous.”
Coraline’s response was cut off as Mendelssohn’s recessional began and the two vampires heard the awaiting congregation rise in their pews.
“Come, walk in there with me and give me away.”
The dark bride swept up her bouquet and ran her free hand down her gown before sliding it under the arm of her Maid of Honor. Her tremulous smile was evidence of how important this moment was to her. “Please, Cynthia.”
Clasping her own, smaller bouquet, the blond vampire took a deep breath and silently led the bride forward.
The women paused at the opened doors to the nave.
Eyes glowing, the expectant bride looked up the aisle to the man standing at the altar. Waiting for her, standing proud and handsome. Her Mick. Coraline’s heart expanded in her chest. She’d never known such euphoric anticipation. Her hand tightened on her escort’s arm.
“I never believed it existed, Cynti. Amour éternel.”
The Bridal Chorus began and Coraline stepped forward, into her new beginning.