A Scene That Would Never Actually Appear in This Story:
Alexandra laid on top of the cot with the thin blanket they provided her, shivering in her cell.
I wish they provided something thicker than satin for me to sleep in. She had figured out that she was the only one down here after noting that there was no way this place could hold all the girls that she had seen earlier. They all must have had suites like Sasha. What she would give right now to share a suite with one of them.
Another cold draft swept through the room and she gave up on sleep. Standing up she grabbed the blanket and stuffed it under the door. That helped, a little. She stood on her tip toes to see if her guard was still standing watch or if he had retreated to the warmth of a room as well. Of course, the corridor was empty.
“Fuck!” she screamed as she plopped back down on the cot. Hot, angry tears stung her eyes as she brought about her predicament and Garrick. She missed him so much her heart ached. She was also worried sick after Felix told her that he planned to have fun with him first. Will I ever see you again? Sighing she went and grabbed the rag of material and cried herself into a fitful sleep.
She looked at herself in the mirror, a silly smile plastered on her face as she spun to look at the dramatic opening at her back. Never in her lifetime did she think she would ever wear a dress this exquisite, looking at the front once again she marveled at the long sleeves made of lace while the neckline dipped just enough to show a hit of cleavage. White lace trailed all the way down her body, flowing into a small train.
She played with her veil, wondering if she should wear it down or up when her attention was taken away from the mirror when there was a quick knock on the door. Sasha walked in wearing a short, pale pink that complimented her light cocoa complexion. She reached out and pulled Alexandra into a hug before handing her a bouquet made of white and pale pink peonies, while holding one of her own. Soft music wafted through the door, her father opening it once more and holding out his hand.
She was giddy with excitement knowing with all her heart that in just a few minutes she would be wed to the man she loved. They would work out the immortality, the Riders—Felix— after. She would say goodbye to her family and friend and stay on the run for the rest of her natural life is that’s what it was meant for her to do.
Sasha had just taken her place and down the aisle Alexandra went, tears of joy clouding her vision, but holding steadfast to her father’s hand, knowing he would guide her to her man.
As her hand was placed into his, she felt something was wrong, he was much too hot. She ripped the veil from her head and cleared her eyes. Garrick was gasping for air, heat rising off his body in waves. Looking around she found they were alone, Sasha, her father, their friends vanished.
Throwing her bouquet down, she tore at this suit thinking it was the only way to cool him down, to save him, but he kept steaming.
A cold, hard laugh entered her mind and she grabbed at her ears to make it stop. The laughter continued as she watched Garrick’s skin bubble and burn away to the muscle beneath. Crying out she now tried to cover her eyes but her hands wouldn’t move, her eyes boring into his as now he was mostly skeletal, weak and falling to the floor.
Her body finally released itself from its invisible grasp as she dove to catch him, to hold him in her arms, tears falling fast. As each tear fell from her face, it would turn a piece of Garrick into ash and all she could do was watch each piece fly away.
Finally, when there was nothing left, the cold laughter stopped. Garrick was gone, recycled, right before her on what should have been the happiest day of her life.
Felix appeared before her, her white dress now gray with ash.
“Now that, was fun.”
Alexandra woke in a panic, sweat dripping down her already cold body.