The Monster of the Corpse Bride

Chapter 1

In the Victorian-era village, which is somewhere in Europe. Gloomy morning on a late January day. It is on the settlement of human inhabitants that along them live inappropriate persons with half-human half-monster for for part of the hybrid organization, to some contrary event why the human peasants did not notice that the persons and are monsters for what the man at once expelled their relatives of monsters to the forbidden forest from four hundred years ago, when they buried and kept the agreement in the Judicial Case for which it is for them brought by a nobleman with his exclusive advice. Because the great-grandchildren of unexpelled monsters could not leave the human village than their relatives decided, they have a good chance to stay here forever, so that they will be obliged to receive money for marriage.

Fortunately, it all depended until the time passed before the rehearsal of the wedding for the son of a nouveau riche fish merchants who he had the only chance to marry the daughter of penniless aristocrats instead of the position of his parents.

One day, on the edge of an almost tinted bedroom, inside among the saturated and divine mansion of the Van Dort family  - nouveau riche fishmongers and members of the werewolf clan family, sits a 19-year-old young, modest, oblong man at his desk, silently sketching a picture of a blue morph butterfly he has caught, locking them in a glass dome.

He knew in that look that he would soon have his future wife at a wedding, which he didn't even know how to do. His parents always tried to make him give up the arts or his other talents, believing that it was not something that would attract a woman's attention, nor that a man should do it instead of their obedience, but he did not pay attention to them for any warnings. He loved to draw art and play the piano. It made him a little nervous. He was always like that - nervous and stingy. He was always afraid to spoil people's impressions of him, and this only made him tremble incessantly, in turn, spoiling his first impressions.

As soon as he finished drawing, the man opened the window, held and raised the glass dome to release the butterfly. When it flew around him, and immediately headed for the window in the street.

The boy, named Victor Van Dort, watched intently as the butterfly hurriedly flew around the houses in the small gloomy village, and as soon as it flew to the watchmaker's shop, which was always tickled by the sound of clocks behind the salesman, which he constantly swept on the pavement. And then on the fish shop, which his father worked for here, there were two men near the shop who would put the brought fish on the table to cut their heads on the barrel dump: there on the front of a tall, buffer man who cuts a fish's head, was Mayhew - a hunchbacked, picky man with his green skin visible on his snout and body scars lined with thread, on his neck were two rusty nails that were attached to him to give someone from electrical appliances recharge his life energy. He was tired, coughing fluently as smoke billowed from his scars, silently pulling a few fish out of his basket, and laying them on the table as the buffer man began to quickly cut off their heads to the dump. And a stray cat was leaning under the table, so that it would stealthily get a fish for its body or head from unnoticed frowning workers.
Above the shop entered from the road in the middle of the house was a modest old gentleman - with light, rather white crow hair, his skin was all blue-pale as a corpse, with his head between his low jaw on his neck, with his sharp ears on his sideburns like the ears of elves, on his body he always wore dark elegant clothes, still covered in his long, black cloak, like a disguised vampire, passing to the villages of prey with fresh blood. He greetily greeted two other gentlemen as they headed for the road to the quarter, and he himself to the monument with a statue of a brave soldier sitting on a horse near the Van Dort mansion.

Suddenly, a town cruiser was walking over him, waving a bell on his hand that rang very loudly to make it convenient for people to put their ears in their hands, and since then he has been shouting at the announcement.

"Here ye, here ye! 10 minutes to go till Van Dort's wedding rehearsal!"

A capricious man, with his disheveled heard that the wedding begins by tomorrow. Right here, a butterfly flew over him, and he greedily swept them away from his face, and crept away.
Instead, the butterfly was still flying incessantly to another mansion that was on its way near the Van Dort mansion. It desperately approached over the open window on the left side of the mansion, flying closest to sit on the windowpane, and since then someone has grabbed them with their wings and the body, which turned out to be a long tongue, is quickly drawn to the window inside the house.

It was a short, round man standing on a table above an open window to catch a butterfly in his mouth from stretching his tongue like a swamp toad in a misty desert near a puddle, and apparently trying to swallow them so wildly. On his face looks like a toad, a velvet saturated suit between his waistcoat, tie and a gold watch on his pocket. At that moment he heard in the empty gloomy room, it was the loud voice of some stern, sullen woman who sounded on the locked door to the room, which deprived him of hostile hatred.

"Finis! Are you still catching hideous insects in our house again?"

And he, in the only way, made his wife lie that he deliberately covered the butterfly in his mouth, he said frankly.

"Uuuuuuummm..... no?" He answered nervously, not noticing, while a butterfly sat on his tongue in his mouth.

"Then stop doing some nonsense!" A voice rang out. "In ten minutes the Van Dort family will come to us so that we don't have to rest in the room and do some nonsensical things in our house! Then spit out this disgust, and let's go to our daughter's bedroom, if she slowly changes clothes before rehearsals!"

He sighed continuously.

"Fine."

He leaned his head against the window, and skeptically spat out a butterfly from his mouth, which flew to the window into the street again.

He closed the window gloomily, and got out of the table through the chair, evasively left the room to prepare for the meeting of the groom's parents.