My Creepy, Murderous Lover (Undertaker X Reader)

Chapter 6

"Do you, Samuel Fableux, take (Y/N) (L/N), as your lawfully wedded wife?"

His cheeks were tinged with a proud, happy red.

"I do."

"Do you, (Y/N) (L/N) take Samuel Fableux as your lawfully wedded husband?"

The room around us was filled with people, young and old, smiling and wiping away tears of joy. I didn't know any of them.

There was a certain amibience to the room, something that felt like a sticky summer evening even in the rainy weather. Everyone dressed like it wasn't freezing outside, flowy dresses out of thin material, kakhi shorts and light tops. Everyone was dressed up nicely, as I supposed they should be, although I'd never been to a wedding to experience that myself.

It was dark in the main room. Undertaker had stopped just for a split second before the wedding to alter the lighting to focus on just us. Even so, I could see the excited faces of at least two hundred people in the foyer, the slight coughs and sighs just like you would see in church during a sermon. My eyes trained to a small child on the lefthand side, looking as bored as an forty year-old adult! He had kind of bothered me since the beginning of the wedding. The way he stared was both unnerving and terrifying, no hint of kindness or courteousness. Just.. cold.

My dress felt a bit itchy and I could feel a bit of mascara flaking off into my eyes. It was stuffy up here, such a close and confined space with me, Undertaker, and the priest, who I'd decided was likely a catholic priest.( yes, that was a shot in the dark, but look, I tried. I'm pretty sure London was mostly catholic in the 1800s anyway, but I'm not sure, so don't judge. ) Undertaker's slender hands were grasping mine almost tenderly, if not for the way he held my hands, as if to tell me that I was trapped, fingers caging my small wrists tightly.

My breath came in short bursts. This was a lot to take in in one day; my own, impromptu wedding; the idea of living with my stalker, etc.. A few chairs creaked in the silence, snapping me back to attention. I had to play along. The more I cooperated, the more of a chance of escape I had.

"(Y/n)!" Undertaker's stern voice snapped at me under his breath. His fingers tightened on my hands. No one else seemed to hear him, or seemed not to care. My dress felt like it was cutting into me in various spots and the excitement in the room that was once contagious felt ominous and expectant now, stifling me and making me begin to sweat in the stretchy/taut/flowy, lacy/plain dress.

The thick ruby necklace Mey-rin had put around my dainty neck felt heavy, and like the stones burned holes into me as red as the gems themselves. Undertaker was so close now that his padded, charcoal gray coat snagged on it. He was waiting... his breath was hot and fast, and a little angry growl was forming at the back of his throat. The room was spinning...

He tilted my chin up roughly, but not enough to be noticed by his guests, gloved hands lightly scratching my delicate skin.

I opened my peony/scarlett-toned mouth, met by a momentary smirk on his face as I submitted. He dropped his hand and stepped back to his place. My assigned 'bridesmaids' looked slightly confused at my several-second delay.

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. I didn't really have a choice right now.

'This is some crazy movie sh*t right here' I thought bitterly.

Undertaker's mouth was open slightly, a bit of saliva gracing his full lips as he awaited my answer.

"...I do."