𝐁𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 ― 𝐞. 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧

𝐗𝐋𝐕

𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙏𝙔 𝙁𝙄𝙑𝙀
ミ★ ( bewitched, act four ) ★彡

Lilith walked down the makeshift aisle as red rose petals trickled down from above. She wore a large and excited grin on her face as she took more and more steps closer towards Edward who was standing underneath a rose covered arch. Lilith couldn't help but smile as she looked at her friends and family who stood on either side of the aisle, looking at her in complete awe and happiness, she felt blessed that they were there to celebrate the day with her. The girl felt complete once she was by Edward's side, the vampire grabbing onto her hand and helping her up the small step to stand next to him, once she looked at the celebrant, her smile dropped when she noticed the Volturi standing there in front of her.

She instantly gripped onto Edward's arm, trying to get his attention as it seemed like he didn't even care, she snapped her head up towards him to see why he didn't react when she noticed that Edward wasn't standing there.

Instead, it was the high priest.

Lilith dropped her bouquet of flowers and turned to run, it seemed like everything was moving in slow motion as she tried to get away from him, her eyes darting around the crowd when she began to notice that everyone was dead.

All of her friends and family were covered in blood and were slumped over in the seats.

"You can't run forever." The high priest called out to her, "I'm coming for you."

"Stay away from me!" Lilith snapped at him as she glared daggers at him, continuing to try and run. The girl turned back the other direction and let out a gasp when the high priest had moved to get in her way, "Let me alone!"

He grabbed onto her arm and the witch struggled to get out of her grip, her breathing quickening as his touch seemed to literally turn her white dress black, as if it was symbolising what he could do to her, "You can't run from me." He told her in a dark voice, "I'll find you wherever you go."

Lilith continued to struggle, trying desperately to get out of the high priest's hands before the entirety of her dress turned black, along with the rest of her soul. Her eyes watched as the flowers from the arch slowly started to die out and she couldn't help but feel as if time was running out, "EDWARD!" She roared out.

"What did I say about beauty sleep?" Alice scolded as she dabbed some foundation underneath Lilith's under eyes.

"To get some?" She answered, chuckling, "Sorry, I had a bad dream. I blame the wedding jitters. I have no idea about anything that you've planned. I don't know what my dress looks like, what my venue looks like—"