Beautiful Monster 2(85)

 
I had fits of sadness and panic when I was alone in my father’s house, having moved out of the dorms, and knowing that he wasn’t ever coming back. But I had to look on the bright side, to know that I was so much luckier than other people in my situation. As long as I had Sarah and access to the theater, I could always visit my parents, always come back to them. And they would be waiting for me, watching the shows in the theater, and holding hands. One day, this might be harder than it was. Liam and I agreed to five years in the human world; five more years pretending everything was alright. And then, we weren’t sure what we would do. We knew we would have to disappear. Five more years with him looking completely un-aged was pushing it, especially for someone who was constantly photographed. But however we decided to disappear, it would be together. A tragic car accident, a kidnapping, something that would ensure that we were dead and the world would forget about us.#p#分页标题#e#
 
And I knew that when the time came to just have each other, we would be alright.
 
“Could have, but I went with subtle.” I winked at him as my mother fixed my veil one last time.
 
In order to have my parents there, I had to sacrifice the big wedding that I had always dreamed of. Most of my friends couldn’t come, and any distant family wasn’t invited. But as my fame from Ranger rose, I felt like a small private wedding, with people from the supernatural world, was better. Especially since their world was mine now.
 
“You look beautiful,” my mother said, placing a warm hand on my shoulder. “Sarah, darling, come here, let me fix your flowers.”
 
“I like them this way,” Sarah replied, but stepped forward, letting my mother tug on her bouquet.
 
Sarah was my only bridesmaid, but honestly, I couldn’t think of anyone better to be a bridesmaid than my best friend, the sister I never had.
 
She checked her cell phone and then looked up at me with a smile. “It’s time, Amy.”
 
“Oh my God.” Now I felt the nerves flow in, my heart accelerating to about a thousand beats a minute. Just because I was a vampire didn’t mean I wasn’t capable of getting nervous.
 
“Amy.” Sarah gave me a smile. “Normally, I’d say getting married at 19 was retarded and what the hell are you thinking and all that crap… but I couldn’t think of two better people for each other than you and Liam. You don’t have anything to be nervous about. And finally, when they say forever in the vows, you guys can actually mean them, opposed to all the other three second Hollywood marriages.”
 
“Such a romantic speech,” I teased her as I saw the lights dim.
 
I took a deep breath, as I heard the opening strands of music and linked arms with each of my parents for the walk down the aisle and up onto the stage, another reality that I never thought I’d have.
 
I had chosen an instrumental piece, the Celtic Wedding March, for Sarah to walk down the aisle too. As rehearsed, she went down slowly, the small audience watching as she dropped flower petals on the floor. She had wanted to drop black roses, the Phantom’s special, but I had drawn the line and reminded her that as surreal as this was, this was my wedding, not a theater show.
 
Finally, the Wedding March faded out and Here Comes the Bride started. I looked to my dad as he pulled my veil over my head and we stepped through the doors.
 
The entire audience was on their feet, watching me with smiles of encouragement, as I approached. The audience was full of vampires, witches, and even a few werewolves that Liam knew, all eyeing each other awkwardly, but happy for me. I cast my gaze to the front, and there stood Liam, taking my breath away.
 
He was dressed in a black suit, slick and sleek. His hair was styled back and he was clean-shaven. His eyes sparkled as he smiled at me, and then he said something to Peter, who was his best man.
 
I had spent hours staring at those eyes on TV, on the computer, and on posters, but never in my life did I think I would be marrying them, and everything attached to them.
 
I slowly walked up the aisle to him, and then up the stairs, where I had walked a thousand times before to play Belle and Meg and everything in between. Liam couldn’t seem to tear his eyes from me, watching my every movement. To be fair, I couldn’t take my eyes off him either.
 
My parents brought me to his side, and I turned to my father, who lifted my veil up and over my face, before turning to the priest.
 
“Who gives this woman to this man?”
 
“We do,” my parents chimed in together, and I almost burst with happiness.