Emilie was decked out like a wedding cake, and she would be eaten like one too. Her gown was almost completely white, with bits of lace, puffs, and ruffles at the bottom. It was loaded with soft pink ribbons, like icing. She could hardly breathe, but she was screaming, screaming inside.
There was no one, no one else in the gigantic ballroom, with painted ceiling and tiled floor except him. She heard the distinct note of his boots scraping across the floor, one after the other. He was coming, closer, closer. The man in the dress suit held a cup dark crimson wine in his hand. He swished it, slightly, casually. He took a sip.
‘’ Well, my love, you do look delicious,’’ he said, smiling. He was sadistic, simply playing with her.
She stepped away, wondering if she dared run.
‘’ Please, don’t try,’’ he said as if he had read her mind. ‘’ I would hate to ruin our splendid evening.’’
‘’ But,’’ he began with an air of gentlemanly regret ‘’You know I will.’’
A bit of wine had slipped from his lips, and ran down his cheek. He was quite pale, and that bit of red reminded her of a vampire. But Stefan didn’t want her blood. He wanted her soul.
Stefan threw the glass high into the air, the shards scattering across the floor.
Emilie looked down at her naked feet, one of the only parts of her body that wasn’t covered, dreading what was to come.
‘’ Let us dance,’’ he said. ‘’ After all, this is your wedding.’’ She could feel how false, how hollow his words were. This was no wedding, but a nightmare, a poor mockery. She stared at the fiend, who was more terrible for his seeming cordiality. He was no husband.
‘’ Ah, but first we must have some music!’’ A strange gleaming delight seemed to dance from his eyes. He clapped his hands, and then she heard it. It might have been beautiful, but she did not care, and could not care.
His slid his hands into hers with firm grasp. They twirled across the dance floor, and she began to cry. Her feet bled, and the floor was tainted red, red with her blood.
She tried to break away, but his grip was too strong.
“ Please let me go! Let me go!’’
Stefan smiled serenely.
‘’ You came of your own will, did you not?’’
‘’ Yes.’’ Her voice seemed small, insignificant.
‘’Then you shall stay, hmm?’’
It seemed that she danced long, and it was so very painful. Everything seemed to turn red, then black. He was letting go, releasing her.
This is the end, she thought. But she knew, distantly, that he could never be so kind.