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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jun 23, 2020 6:15:30 GMT -5
Chapter 72
“Are you sure this is a good idea, Cliff? What if this Tarja chick zaps us", asked Kurt, a hint of fear in his voice.
"Don't be scared, dude. She's not that big. If she hurts you, I'll kick her ass", he growled.
"Who's going to take care of Mary and Keith?", fretted Kurt.
"Kurt, nothing is going to happen to you. Now come on, I don't want to go into the forest if it gets too dark", said Cliff.
They walked into the woods. It was just past noon, the sun shining through the canopy of trees. The sun's light penetrated the dense pine forest, a golden light illuminating their way. It was quiet and still this morning, only the bird's singing audible.
This is almost like a fairy-tale forest. I feel like we're Hansel and Gretel, and the old witch lives in a gingerbread house, thought Kurt.
"Dude, don't get scared. Tarja seemed pretty cool, and she might have some answers", said Cliff, putting a hand on his shoulder.
They arrived at Tarja's cottage nearly an hour later. She was outside tending to the garden, when she sensed them coming. Her eyes widened in surprise, a smile forming on her lips.
"Tervetuloa, Herra Butler. Kuka sinun ystava?", she asked.
"Uh, hi Tarja. This is Kurt Holmes. You look like our friend Axel’s wife. We want to ask you some questions", said Cliff.
Tarja said nothing, but led them inside her cottage. Kurt looked around curiously. It was neat and tidy, reminding him of his own mother's house. On top of a table stood a crystal ball on a brass stand, almost like the one Kilwich had in his chamber.
She poured them each a cup of tea, as they sat down at the table. Tarja looked into her cup, a thoughtful expression on her face.
She got up, gently tapping the ball. Tarja murmured something in an ancient language, as the ball clouded over, then gradually became clearer.
Cliff felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Wow, she's psychic too? What's going on?, he wondered.
The mists parted, revealing a grotesque sight...
A tour bus was overturned in a ditch. The band was standing outside in their underwear, screaming and crying. A pair of legs stuck out from under the bus, like the Wicked Witch pinned under the house.
"You fuckers, get the bus off Cliff. Cliff, you're gonna be fine", babbled James.
Just then, the winch lifting the bus snapped, the bus crashing down on the body with a sickening crunch. "Cliff, no! You bastards, you killed him", sobbed Kurt.
Cliff and Kurt were shaking in fear. What the hell was that? Cliff's dead, the bus landed on him? That's fucked, thought Kurt, tears in his eyes.
Cliff took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. Fuck, I was supposed to be dead? And that is one shitty way to die, he mused, his heart pounding in fear.
The mists parted againe, to reveal another scene...
Kurt sat on the edge of a bed in a hotel room. His hair was longer, and he was clad in shorts and a tank top. In front of him was a mirror with several lines of cocaine.
Kurt rolled up a dollar bill, and began to hastily snort the lines. Tears fell from his eyes, choked sobs escaping his throat.
"Cliff, Cliff, why? Fuck that driver, it could've been me", he muttered, snorting the last line of cocaine. He took out a baggie and chopped up several more lines, and snorted them all, sobbing in anguish.
Kurt felt physically ill after watching the scene. That's me? I'm so fucked up, I'm a fucking cokehead. I'm never doing that shit, I don't want to end up like that, he vowed.
Tarja faced them, her eyes steely. "Se nika onko nyohemmin. Juoda sinun toinen", she murmured.
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Post by Tim on Jun 23, 2020 11:11:13 GMT -5
Let me guess, this is what would have happened to them had they remained in 2010.
Are you sure that last bit in Finnish is accurate? When I ran it through Google Translate, I got "That Nika is faster. Drink your second" Huh??
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jun 23, 2020 11:19:13 GMT -5
Let me guess, this is what would have happened to them had they remained in 2010.
Are you sure that last bit in Finnish is accurate? When I ran it through Google Translate, I got "That Nika is faster. Drink your second" Huh??
I got the Finnish from a phrase book, I didn’t know about Google Translate back then. I still use phrase books for languages because Google translate is accurate for single words or phrases but not sentences.
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Post by Tim on Jun 23, 2020 11:30:09 GMT -5
So what did she say then?
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jun 23, 2020 11:35:22 GMT -5
So what did she say then? I actually forgot, I can’t find my Finnish phrase book 😣 I’ll have her speak in English from now on, I thought it looked cool
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Post by Tim on Jun 23, 2020 11:36:30 GMT -5
Yeah, because the translation I got really makes no sense.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jun 24, 2020 7:09:35 GMT -5
Chapter 73
Dave looked at his reflection, the mirror. I'm gonna look my best for the party tonight. I'm not gonna let Simon intimidate me, he vowed, adjusting his tie.
"Hurry up, Maxwell. You take more time than a chick to get ready", retorted James.
Dave flipped him off. "I wanna look good for Bridget. That Simon dude might be rich, but he's an asshole", he shot back.
"Dave, stop that. You had your little fling, but now it's time to be serious. Her dad wants her to marry Simon, he's an heir to a shipping fortune, and she's an heiress as well", said Axel.
"Shut the fuck up, Karlsson. What if Violet's dad wouldn't let you date her? How would you feel?", he asked, anguish in his voice.
Kurt observed the scene, a bland expression on his face. However, he could feel the pain in Dave's voice. I don't think this is some fling. I think he's actually in love. Unbelievable, Dave Maxwell is actually in love. When the laird wouldn't let me court Mary, I felt the same way, he thought.
"Dave, I need to speak with you", he said.
Dave looked surprised, his hazel eyes wide. "What is it, Holmes?", he asked curiously.
Kurt said nothing, but led him to an empty room and closed the door. "Dave, Axel is being a jerk about this. Be honest, do you love Bridget?", he asked calmly.
Dave let out the breath he'd been holding. "Holmes, how did you know? Yeah, I love Bridget, I'm in love with her. Fuck, usually it's just lust on my part, and it was like that in the beginning. But I think I love her now. At first, I just wanted to fuck her, but she's not just a hot chick. She's beautiful, and smart, and sweet. She doesn't like Simon at all, he's an asshole. Their marriage is a business thing, it's gonna make her very unhappy, Kurt", he sobbed.
Kurt held him, as he cried onto his shoulder. "Dave, I can totally understand. If what you said is true, their marriage is going to be a disaster. But we gotta be careful. Simon doesn't sound like he's gonna give up easily, like Iver. I think Simon may have real feelngs for her too. We gotta be careful", said Kurt.
Dave smiled at him gratefully. "Thanks, Kurt. You didn't have to do that. I mean, you did take my job, and I've been nothing but a prick to you. I hope I don't sound like a pussy", he muttered.
"Dave, don't say that. I went through the same thing with Mary. I don't wanna sound corny, but faint heart never won fair lady", he chuckled.
"Great advice, Holmes. Let's get ready for the party, before the others think we've turned gay", he joked.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jun 24, 2020 20:10:17 GMT -5
Chapter 74
The party was held on the front lawn in honor of Midsummer's. The traditional pole was raised, festooned with flowers and ribbons. Tables had been set up, the servants setting them with cloth and tablewear.
Bridget observed the scene, frowning. Father wants to announce my engagement today. I dread this, I do not like Simon at all, he worries me. He is too arrogant for his own good, and I do not like how he hovers about his bodyguard, Vagn, she mused.
"There you are, sister. Are you eager to see Simon? I hope I can court a woman soon", said Sean.
"Aye, I am very glad also, Sean", she said dryly.
"Good, but Father wants to announce the engagement. And I cannot wait to see Sonja", he said dreamily.
"So you have an eye for the laides, eh Sean? I understand, Sonja is a lovely girl", she chuckled.
Just then, a carriage pulled into the courtyard. It was similar to their own carriage, but with the coat of arms of the Jansen family, another of their father's partners.
The footmen opened the dor and a lovely young woman stepped out. She was tiny and delicate, her golden hair swept bck into an elegant upsweep. She wore an icy blue dress, accentuataing her surprisingly adult body.
Her blue eyes gazed upon him, as she flirtaciously lifted her fan, peeking out from behind it. "Hello, Sean. Lovely day, isn't it?", she giggled.
Sean blushed deep red, a shy smile on his face. "Uh, hello, Sonja. Very glad to see you again, he mumbled.
Sonja giggled. "Sean, let us go walk in the garden", she said, taking him by the hand.
Bridget chuckled at her brother's discomfiture. Her eyes widened when she saw Dave. He was dressed in tight black breeches, a white shirt and a red embroidered jacket, his long red hair falling past his shoulders.
"Who was the hot chick with Sean? He was redder than a tomato", he joked.
"That was Sonja, he fancies here. You look very nice, Dave", she whispered.
"Thanks, you look good enough to eat, baby", he drawled, as she blushed. Bridget wore a deep wine-colored silk gown with a low-cut bodice. The deep color contrasted with her fair skin, the low-cut top revealing her full breasts. Her dark hair was pulled back into a knot, a few loose curls framing her face.
"Baby, you look gorgeous. But you'd look even better naked", he whispered, a gleam in his eyes.
Bridget flushed pink. "I remember, Dave. Father wants to announce my bethrothal at the party. I am dreading this very much", she whispered.
"I know, Simon is an asshole. He'd better not hurt you, I don't like how he hangs with that meathead of a bodyguard. If I didn't know better, I'd think they were gay", he muttered.
"I know, it makes me uncomfortable", she shuddered.
"He'd better not hurt you, asshole", he vowed.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jun 26, 2020 8:07:50 GMT -5
Chapter 75
Dave nursed a glass of punch, standing off to the side. He observed the party, a knot growing tighter in his belly. At the dinner, her dad is going to announce her engagement, and I can't do a damn thing, he thought, taking a deep breath.
"Herr Maxwell, what is the matter?", asked Leif, his eyes wide.
"Nothing Junior, just some dust in my eye. There's plenty of hot chicks here, why don't you try to get laid?", he cracked.
"I do not see any chickens here", he said, puzzled.
"You know, girls. I keep forgetting you're not an American, Junior. Go find yourself a woman", he chuckled.
"I do not have a woman, Herr Maxwell. I do not have enough coin to court a woman", he said earnestly.
"That sucks, neither do I ", he muttered under his breath. "You know, you look a lot like Junior, Leif. My partner's name is David Ellison, and he looks a lot like you", he said, gazing critically at him.
"This Ellison fellow must be kin. My sister is married to a man named Ellusin", he said, pointing to a couple.
The woman was in her early twenties and pregnant, with the same blond hair and hazel eyes as Leif. Her husband was enormous, tall and stout with strong muscled arms and legs, brown hair framing a beefy, red face. Next to them were a boy and girl, about four or five years old, with blond hair and hazel eyes.
"So that's where Junior got his looks. Lucky he doesn't look like that guy", he joked.
"Herr Maxwell, that is my sister Rycca and her husband Frey, and my niece and nephew, Elin and Bjarni", he said proudly.
"Cool, I'm an uncle too. I got three sisters, and I sometimes babysit my nieces", he said, a sad smile on his lips. I hope my nieces and all right, he thought, frowning.
"Ja, I have twelve nephews and nieces so far. I am one of ten siblings, and the youngest here. Our youngest brother Jens is in Scotland", he said.
That's Daniel's partner. Does everyone in his family look like Junior?, he wondered.
"How many people in your family, Junior?", he asked curiously.
"There is Mama and Papa, and my siblings and their spouses and children. Let me see, that is about forty or so people", he calculated.
"Damn, you got a big family. I have three sisters, and four nieces", he said.
"Ja, I know a family that has twenty children. Ours is small", chuckled Leif.
Dave smiled wanly at him. The idea of Bridget having that many children made him physically ill. I bet Simon gets her pregnant every year, that asshole. She's a woman, not a sow, he thought, frowning.
Just then, Lachlan cleared his throat, as everyone turned to look at them. "Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you all for coming to our Midsummer's party. My partner Thor Bergstrom and I would like to announce the engagement of our children, Simon Bergstrom and Bridget Mackenzie", he said, as the crowd cheered.
Dave felt ill, as though he had been punched in the gut. He let out the breath he'd been holding, his knees almost buckling under him.
Fuck, it's official. Now what?, he wondered, as tears stung his eyes.
Simon smiled triumphantly at the crowd, his hand possesively on his waist, as his bodyguard Vagn looked on impassively. Bridget felt numb at her father's words. It is final, there is no turning back. I do not want Simon. I love you, Dave, she thought, as a solitary tear fell from her eyes, but no one noticed.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jun 27, 2020 6:26:09 GMT -5
Chapter 76
"Axel, why do you want us to go into the woods?", asked Violet.
"There's an older woman there, I swear she looks like she could be your mom. She looks just like you", he said.
"Axel, are you sure? Why would my mother leave us and go all the way back to Norway? 'Tis very far for a woman alone", she replied.
“Axel said nothing, but led her to the cottage in the woods. Tarja was outside, weeding her garden, when she noticed them. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw Violet, her lips parted. "Kaykaa sisaan", she said, leading them inside the house.
Tarja poured them each a cup of tea, then stared directly at Violet. Lars was right; the resemblance between the two women was astonishing. Tarja was older and had gray eyes, but the resemblance was unmistakeable.
"Are you my daughter, Violet?", she asked, speaking English with a heavy Finnish accent.
"Mother, is that you? But how, and why?", she murmured, the shock still in her voice.
"Master Karlsson, thank you for bringing me my daughter. Violet, it is a long story", she said
"You see, my father was a trader from Turku, Finland. He moved us to Aberdeen when I was a young girl. Your father was studying at the university there. We met and fell in love, but my father did not approve. My father was a rich merchant, and your father was the healer of Clan Mackenzie. My father did not think he was appropriate for me.
I became pregnant, and your father and I fled back to the clan's lands. There I gave birth to you. We were happy, but my father came. The laird had to give me back, as we were not wed.
Before we parted, I gave your father a blue pendant. My father's mother was reputed to be a witch, and the necklace is a family heirloom. You were to receive it when you left Mackenzie lands", she said.
"So the old man knew. So Violet, this means both your parents have psychic powers. Wow", he said in awe.
"You must bring the rest of the group here, along with Master Maxwell. I must show them something important", said Tarja.
"So did you send Maxwell here too? What about that hippie chick?", asked Axel, puzzled.
"That hippie woman must be a link between your time and ours. Perhaps she was a powerful witch as well", she mused aloud.
"Yeah, there's witches in our time as well, but most of them aren't really witches. They just say that to freak people out. Stupid Dave, always thinking with his dick", he chuckled.
"But why was he sent back as well? There must be a reason, God's will is not enough. There has to be something bigger than this", said Violet thoughtfully.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jun 27, 2020 19:51:46 GMT -5
Chapter 77
"So Karlsson, this crazy old chick wants to see me? Maybe I'll get some answers out of this", grumbled Dave.
"Dude, don't speak about Tarja like that. She's got real powers, and she might get pissed at you. Be on your best behavior", warned Cliff.
Dave felt a shiver of apprehension go down his spine. This feels weird, like some fucked-up version of Fantasy Island. All we need is Tattoo, he thought sardonically.
Tarja stood in the doorway. She wordlessly led the group into her house, putting the kettle on the stove.
"Good, you have all come and you brought along Master Maxwell.", she said, pouring them each a cup of tea.
Dave looked into his cup, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. I got a strange feeling about all this. I hope this isn't anything bad, he mused.
Tarja swept the cloth off the crystal ball, as she faced them all. She cleared her throat, murmuring the incantation. The mists parted, as the scene slowly came into focus:
James and Axel were in a hotel suite, along with several groupies. They were all drinking and snorting cocaine, laughing uproariously.
"Hey baby, why don't you suck James' dick, and I fuck you?", giggled Axel, obviously high.
The girl gazed at him with wide reddish eyes, snorting a line of coke. She then followed his instructions, as the other girl giggled drunkedly.
"Now it's your turn, baby", drawled James, swigging from a bottle of scotch.
"Uh, I don't know James", she slurred, obviously intoxicated.
James growled with anger, and slapped her hard. Axel just grinned as he forced himself on the intoxicated woman.
Both James and Axel were shaking when they saw the vision. "What the fuck? That was us? But we've never done cocaine or gotten that fucked up. What the fuck?", muttered James.
Tarja wordlessly tapped the crystal ball, the mists reappering, then parting again:
Dave sat on the edge of his bed in his apartment. He had a needle in his hand, filling it with freshly-cooked heroin. He tied the tourniquet around his arm, and inserted the needle into the vein.
He sighed with pleasure as the drug entered his system, a blissful smile on his lips. Suddenly, he began to twitch uncontrollably, his eyes rolling back in his head. His mouth was open, but the only sound that came out was a gurgle.
Just then, the door burst open and Junior barged in. He cradled Dave's head in his lap, as he reached for the phone and dialed 911.
"Help my friend, I think he O'd. Please send an ambulance", he cried.
David continued to hold his head in his lap, rocking back and forth. "Dave, you're going to be all right. Just hang, buddy", he murmured.
Several minutes later, the paramedics arrived, taking him out on a stretcher, and speeding towards the hospital.
"What the fuck? Dave, were you doing heroin?", asked Axel accusingly.
Dave hung his head in shame. "Yeah, I did it a few times. I've only been using for several weeks, though. I'd never get Junior hooked on that shit, though", he mumbled.
"Fuck, you O'd. That's pretty bad. So Tarja, if we had stayed in 2010, all this bad shit would've happened?", asked Kurt.
"Yes, Master Holmes. That is why you were sent back, otherwise you would have ended up like that'', she replied.
"But there must be something else as well. Tarja, are you a witch?", asked Cliff.
"My mother had powers. I did bring you back for your own good. And Lars, you have made my daughter very happy. I shall want to see my granddaughter", she chuckled.
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Post by Tim on Jun 27, 2020 23:30:23 GMT -5
I was right, that is what would have happened had they stayed in 2010.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jun 29, 2020 6:38:28 GMT -5
Chapter 79
Dave lay back in his cot that night, his mind reeling from the visions. I can't believe it, if I had stayed, I would've O'd? Did I make it, or am I supposed to be dead?, he wondered.
He had an image of himself lying in a coffin at the funeral parlor. His mother, his sisters and their families, his friends and bandmates were seated in the pews, as the priest read the eulogy. His mother dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief, as his nieces looked on, bewildered. His sisters cried openly, as Junior tried to comfort them.
Dave touched his cheek, surprised to feel the tears on his fingertips. Fuck, I was dead, and I totally fucked up. Mom, Junior, everyone misses me. If we ever do get back, I'm never touching that stuff again, he vowed.
He got up from his cot, making sure the coast was clear. Dave quickly made his way out of the house and over to the meadow.
Bridget was waiting fro him there. She was clad in a long white dress, her hair loose and flowing, crowned with a wreath of white roses. She looked like a bride, waiting for her husband.
"Dave, are you all right?", she asked, concern in her blue eyes.
He sighed, taking a deep breath. He then told her of the vision in the crystal ball, his voice shaking with fright.
"My goodness, how terrible. So you are from the future? I had thought you were joking. So Tarja sent you back, so you would live?", she asked.
"Yeah, it looks like it. I can't believe I got that fucked up. Man, I fucking O'd, and I'm not sure if I made it or not. That is so fucked", he murmured, his head in his hands.
He looked up, a deep sadness in his hazel eyes. "Bridget, I come from a very fucked up family. You see, my dad was an alcoholic who beat up my mother and us kids. He left us when I was a kid, and Mom had to take two jobs to support us all. My sisters got married to get out of the house, one of my brothers-in-law beat me up for listening to Slayer", he said.
Dave then told her everything from living on his own, to being fired from the band, to his drug use. He looked away, tears in his eyes, as though he expected her to be disgusted.
Bridget embraced him, kissing his cheek. "Dave, that is terrible. Yes, you have done bad things, but you are not a bad person. Your father was an evil man, but you obviously love your family. I have seen you with Annaly and the other children, you are not a cruel man, there is much goodness in you. Dave, I forgive you", she murmured.
He smiled tentatively at her, making him appear boyish. "Thank you, Bridget. I thought you'd run away. I mean, you've never heard anything like that before. Thanks a lot", he whispered.
"Dave, je 't amie", she whispered.
"Je t' amie, Bridget", he replied, kissing her lips.
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Post by Tim on Jun 29, 2020 23:31:38 GMT -5
So what about their families and friends in 2010? Will they never find out what happened to these guys?
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jun 30, 2020 7:53:24 GMT -5
Chapter 80
"You look so lovely, mistress. Simon will be pleased to see you", said Greta, combing Bridget's hair.
Bridget smiled wanly at her maid, gazing at her reflection in the mirror. Today was her wedding day, and she was absolutely miserable.
She wore a white lacy gown with pearls sewn onto the skirt and pale silver ribbons. A white silk sash was tied about her waist, white silk slippers on her feet. Her dark brown hair had been brushed until it gleamed, the rich chocolate color a contrast to the white lace. It fell in loose waves to her waist, making her look innocent and virginal.
I wish it was Dave I wed to wed, I do not like Simon one bit. But I must, I do not want to shame Mama and Papa, she thought, tears stinging her eyes.
"You are a beautiful bride, Bridget", said Inga, hugging her daughter.
"Thank you, Mama", she whispered.
"Ah, you are eager to marry Simon, ja? I understand, he is such a handsome, charming young man", she sighed.
Mama, I do not like Simon. I have got a bad feeling about him. I want Dave, she thought miserably.
Greta placed the veil over face, crowned with white lillies perched on her head. She looked the picture of the perfect bride, but inside, she was miserable. Oh Dave, she thought, feeling a knot of anxiety in her belly.
Dave stared into his glass of vodka, eyeing the clear liquid. "Lachlan's gonna be pissed if you're wasted", chided Axel.
Dave faced him, his hazel eyes anguished. "Listen, Karlsson. The woman I love is getting married to some asshole with money. She doesn't like Simon at all, she's only going through this for her parents' sake. If we told them, her dad's gonna disown her, and he'll probably kill me. Okay?", he snarled, tears forming in his eyes.
Kurt put an arm around him. "Dave, that's horrible. But you gotta pull yourself together. There's nothing we can do, I'm really sorry", he murmured.
"Dave, ye cannot take Bridget away from her intended. I know you love each other deeply, but 'tis fate. Her father is very wealthy, marriages in their station are for status, not love. When Maura died, I was so angry, but I had to get over it, for Annaly's sake. If you need to talk, we shall do so later, but Axel is right, you cannot show up at the wedding drunk", said Daniel gently.
An hour later, the group, their families, the Mackenzie and Bergstrom families and the rest of the villagers were all gathered in the church. The Reverand, Leif's brother Karl, scanned their papers, making sure they were in order.
Dave took his seat next to Daniel and his family. Annaly smiled reassuringly at him, squeezing his hand. He smiled back at her, trying to control his racing nerves.
Reverand Holmgren looked up, his hazel eyes gazing at the congregation. The doors to the church opened, as Simon took his place in front of the altar.
He was dressed in a tailored black suit, a black silk jacket over his white shirt. His blond waves were cropped short, framing his pretty, yet oddly cold face. His green eyes were triumphant, his lips turned up in a sneer.
Fuck you, asshole. You'd better not hurt her, thought Dave, breathing heavily.
Bridget was escorted down the aisle by her father. Dave's breath caught in his throat. She's so beautiful, he thought, a pang in his heart.
She wore a white lacy dress embroidered with pearls and silver lace, white satin slippers on her feet. Her dark hair fell in gleaming waves to her waist, a crown of white lillies perched on the dark mass. A white lace veil covered her face, as she walked towards Simon, her eyes staring straight ahead.
Reverand Holmgren smiled at the couple, before starting the ceremony. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join in Holy Matrimony Bridget Mackenzie and Simon Bergstrom. If anyone has an objection to this wedding, please speak up, or forever hold your peace", he said.
Dave had the sudden urge to shout, to stop them, but he didn't. He looked at the group and their families, and decided against it, for their sakes. He blinked back tears, as Annaly held onto his hand.
"Simon Bergstrom, do you take Bridget Mackenzie to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, till death do you part?", he asked.
"I do", he replied confidently.
"Do you, Bridget Mackenzie, take Simon Bergstrom to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, till death do you part?", he repeated.
Bridget's heart pounded in fear. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.
"I do", she whispered.
"By the powers vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride", said Reverend Holmgren.
Simon beamed proudly, lifting the veil from her face. He kissed her lips possesively, a wolfish grin in his eyes.
"You're mine, Bridget", he murmured triumphantly.
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