I looked over to her king-sized bed; it looks very soft and warm much like a welcoming gift to a loving home, like the one I never had. It was rough for me then, and it's tough for me now. But, it appears that I'm redeemed. However, those feelings haunt me to this day. Before this all happened, Everyone used me as their scapegoat and punching bag, nobody loved me, even my parents. But, Veronica helped me through the worst part of my life, and we are here. I'm inside of a Victorian castle in a fancy bedroom with a beautiful woman, yet I'm still depressed. I headed towards the bed; hesitantly I start sobbing quietly, hot tears streaked down my face with no control. I hesitantly climb into the comfortable bed, curling myself into a ball of unstable emotions and crying even more.
"Sweetheart? Are you alright?" I felt a pair of hands wrap themselves around my waist
I could barely even talk at this point.
"Why are you so upset? I've given you everything, a new home, a place to sleep, and someone to love upon to your fullest desires,"
She came closer, embracing me tightly in her strong arms.
"It's not that, it's something else, it hurts Heather," I whimpered like an injured puppy
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," she responded
"I want to tell you, I can't hide these from you forever," I spoke, "It was all before the apocalypse, I was tormented, harassed, abused, and broken into pieces, nobody showed any affection for me, just pure hatred. It still affects me; I need you, Heather, please I want this to all go away!"
I had reached my breaking point. The grip on me loosened and she flipped me over so that I look directly into her green eyes. Duke retightened the clamp on my waistline as I cradled in her neck choking on my sobs. Duke refused to let me go; even if I wanted to leave, she wouldn't let me. I felt the essence of protection envelop me; it told me that I was safe with her and that no one would harm me ever again, only love remained between us. The way she held onto me, was like she sincerely loved me with all her soul and being.
Well, it's kind of funny that I'm writing this on the day of our wedding. She proposed to me with a beautiful, blood-diamond ring. I'm in the waiting room as of this moment waiting for Veronica to walk me down the aisle to my bride. To think of all the trials that I have been through is amazing. I've faced torment, fear, love, and most of all, patience. I'm glad I've made it this far, I am grateful for everything that has happened in my life up to this point.
Finally, Veronica came in and said, "Alright Heather, it's time to wed your lover! Ready?"
"I've been waiting so long for this; you have no idea, Veronica,"
"Alright, let's go," she beckons while grabbing my hand and walking towards the door
Now, Veronica led me down the aisle with all the royal members staring at us, including her fiancé, Heather Chandler. Through the veil, I saw her standing there with a smile on her face. She wore a buttoned-up collar shirt with an emerald green tie, a cute mini skirt, long black leggings, and black stilettos. Her hair was well-groomed and tied in a braid that rested over her left shoulder. Finally, I was face to face with her, looking deeply into her green eyes, longingly and desperately.
After the extended service, we got to the juicy part of it all.
"Do you, Mistress Heather (McNamara), take our beloved queen to be her lovely wife?"
"I do!" I squeaked with joy
"Do you, Queen Heather, take this young mistress, as your lawfully wedded wife?"
With that we kissed, and to officially claim me her own, she bared her sharp fangs. I moved my head to the left allowing her access to my neck; she bit down on my neck making blood gush into her mouth, earning a few grunts of pleasure. I had a sudden rush of adrenaline pump through me. Also, it was her 'venom' as she called it, my body will start to change over time, I will hardly notice it. Finally, we spent our honeymoon in her fabulous summer home, and planned on our next stages of life together, having a family, that won't happen too soon, I think.