The attic, decorated in a neutral colour, was the second choice for their wedding. Surrounded by large Honduran Mahogany framed windows, the space was airy and fresh. The aisle he walked had champagne-coloured rugs lined with blue petals. Pale bronzed stands placed at the ends of oak benches boasted white roses. Two small pillars took dramatic flare. Their combination of white roses and greenery was eye-catching. The room had a floral, almost lemony scent to it.
Luliana and Daciana looked beautiful in the dusty blue dresses. The lace detail across the bust and plain skirts were the most elegant he had seen either girl wear. Luliana loved the pampering, having her long blonde hair curled and hung in a ponytail. Patrick sighed, recalling the brown hair he helped Daciana clean from the bathroom. The stylist attempted to give life to the shaggy remains, but the hair was stubborn. The short style did not suit Daciana. She sat struggling with the changes inside, reluctant to listen to another vampire. She obeyed as she watched her sister walk down the aisle, happy and giggly.
A deep V-neck champagne dress, with a flowing skirt, emphasised the fragile frame. The floral details elevated the dress, along with off-the-shoulder lace sleeves. Leticia leaned on Scarlett for support as her legs which trembled with each step. Daciana drank almost half her blood. Recovery took longer as her organs began shutting down to protect her heart. Before reaching the hospital, Leticia slipped into a coma. Uncertainty surrounded her survival. The recent cardiac assessment showed signs of heart failure. Leticia wheezed when walking. Her heart ached, pumping harder and thickening the muscle. She worried time was short and marrying Patrick was all she wanted.
Patrick held his breath, fidgeting with the tie and trying to loosen it. He was hot, tugging the collar, uncertain how Leticia felt seeing Daciana. His daughter kept a scared and tearful expression forward. Next to her, Casimir whispered, trying to calm her. Daciana still relied on oxygen until the final transformation. He asked her to take long slow breaths. It was no use. She could hear the rapid heartbeat of Leticia. Each breath brought in the faint sulfuric scent of her fear. Daciana dug her nails into her thighs, the memory of blood as it tantalised her tastebuds. Tears erupted from her eyes, but she did not move, instead focused on Casimir’s voice.
Patrick’s eyes fell on the bride, for once allowing her thick black hair to cascade around her shoulders. Leticia wanted to hide the marks Daciana made. These were a permanent reminder of that morning. Leticia had yet to come to terms with the situation. She clutched Scarlett’s arm, telling herself she was marrying the man she loved. Despite the changes in Daciana, she loved both girls. Seeing her made the heaviness in her stomach twist. Things were never to be the same. Casimir made Leticia shiver, those eyes, the way he ran his tongue against those sharp canines. Leticia needed to focus taking a deep breath, she stumbled over her dress into Patrick’s arms.
By the Grace of Sim Gods 