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My Ex Girlfriend’s Vampire Wedding
Kate and I broke up three years ago and I didn’t understand why she invited me to her big day. She seemed to be getting along fine without me, hence the wedding. I, on the other hand, was far from fine, hence the lack of a plus one. I sat on the bride’s side and leafed through the brochure an usher handed me when I walked in, hoping it would inform me of the groom’s name.
No dice, it was an advertisement for the venue. Who would want to hold a wedding here? I wondered. Dim candles were all that illuminated the place, and the interior decorator seemed enjoy the challenge of using only a black and grey color pallet. The building felt like it was trying to be a church, but the architect seemed like they had never been inside one before. The designer just went with what felt like the right kind of design.
The music started from nowhere cutting through the silence. The grim organ player belted out a low and dull tune. I saw the musician perched above the crowd shadowed by a onyx top hat. The man’s hand and face were nearly translucent.
Bridesmaids walked down the aisle. I recognized only one of the three. The other two were ash grey, and I had never met them before. Both seemed to resemble the groom’s side. Anemia and a disdain for anything that resembled a tan seemed to be the family’s theme. I assumed the maids were sisters or close relatives to the groom.
The groom himself appeared at the front standing at what I hesitated to call it an altar, much like I would hesitate to call the man behind the podium a priest. The groom nor his groomsmen made a sound getting up there. Each resembled the other they had pale faces and sharp features. They all looked far too old for Kate. The only way I could pick out the groom was because he had a bright red poppy on his lapel. Why not a rose? I wondered.
The thought was cut short by the familiar tune of “Here Comes the Bride.” The top-hatted organ player enthusiastically banged the keys of the instrument as the tune echoed through the somber room.
My ex, Kate, walked down the aisle looking as beautiful as ever despite the unorthodox black dress she wore. It looked like she was showing up overdressed to a funeral instead of her wedding. She always had a flair for the dark and abnormal though, which explained the venue… and the groom.
She stood at the altar, clad in black, the groom matched in his black tuxedo. The officiant between them said a few words in a foreign tongue. I hadn’t brushed up on my Latin, or even studied it in the first place but I felt like it had far too many hisses, and v sounds to be genuine Latin. Despite it, they both agreed and said, “I do.”
The groom had a slinky smile that cut across his face horizontally from ear to ear. The officiant then said, “Peter Tariq you may now kiss your bride.”
They kissed passionately, and I felt the blood boiling in my ears. I noticed the groom’s side of the family look across the aisle. They had a ravenous look in their eyes, and I’m sure they were excited about the reception dinner to begin. I felt my stomach grumble and agreed.
I made eye contact with one young man, he looked about my age. His eyes seemed to be glowing red. Probably one of those eccentric contacts, I thought, tacky even for this wedding. I looked back at the front of the room in an effort not to stare, the bride and groom had stopped kissing.
In a grand gesture that befit a man from 200 years ago, he waved his hands out like ominous wings. “It is my pleasure to unite these two families as one.” I examined the odd groom on stage, and his eyes also seemed to be glowing red. Must be another strange family trait, I told myself wondering why I hadn’t noticed it before. Then he clapped his hands in front of him, and with a lightning quick motion, he went back to kissing his bride. Except this time, it was on her neck. Which, in my opinion, was a bit lewd for a wedding.
I looked around to gauge everyone else’s reactions. It was odd, but I threw out the expectation of Kate to be normal years ago. I heard some gasps from the rows behind and in front of me. When I looked back at the stage, I saw blood running down Kate’s neck. The thought, probably why she didn’t want to wear white, bolted through my mind. The bride’s face held a look of pure ecstasy that I had never seen before, despite my past attempts.
The groom removed his face from the pit of her neck. His face was no longer pale white but flush with blood. “May the reception feast begin,” he said. A pearly white smirk was smeared on his bloody face. He immediately jumped onto the least pale of the bridesmaids.
In confusion I looked to the groom’s side. The family that was there was poised to launch towards my side of the aisle. Some were already across, throwing pews around. The room echoed with bloody screams, leeching sounds and a the top hatted organ player’s music.
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My Ex Girlfriend's Vampire Wedding
I was invited to my ex's wedding. As if that wasn't awkward the groom turned out to be a vampire.
