True Love's Bite

10 // Wedding Blues

Apparently, seeing the bride before the wedding is a bad omen, could the same be said about calling the bride?

I just got off the phone with Gift a minute ago, just checking in before the wedding, which was in less than two hours, by the way.

A few nights ago, I got to see how desperate Gift Ramodisa was to get married, and in the next few days, I witnessed him become more excited than I was for the wedding, he literally became a groomdzilla in a snap of the finger. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect and paid for, from the wedding dress, to the reception venue, decorations and catering; he even wanted to make a last minute change to the venue, wanting to book some fancy place instead of having the wedding in the church. If that hadn't offendedc his parents, I would probably be getting married at some fancy garden or expensive hotel in town.

I once heard this saying when I was younger, that when wedding bells go off, the chickens come home to roast. Yes, wedding planning, down to the moment you walked down the aisle, was a heavy project. I'm talking guest lists and everything else that came with that.

Let's admit, there's no wedding without drama, and I wish mine would be an exception to that. Everything was perfect, but behind closed doors, it was hell for me. It was as if seeing Silas and learning the truth about everything had opened a can of worms for me. I don't know what was worse, the sickness that came with the pregnancy, or trying to hide the pregnancy until after the wedding.

As it was, I had just bawled my insides out in my wedding dress, luckily I did not stain it, but I was starting to panic. What if I have to cut tune and rush to the bathroom halfway down the aisle? What if I throw up at the pulpit when the pastor says "you may kiss the bride"?

The wedding gown looked spectacular if you ignored the fact that I looked green. It was definitely the perfect dress and exactly what I would want to wear if I was marrying the love of my life.

My eyes wandered to the canvas on my bedside and I trailed from the mirror and plopped in front of the painting.

One thing I loved the most about art is how a single image could tell a million different stories. It was all about perspective, to be honest. And if someone with a good eye for art could look at the painting, I don't know what stories they would spin about my life.

The colours and shadows blended together perfectly, it was by far my best work, even if I said so myself. At first glance, you see the sun set in the background and a figure in a black hoodie glancing at the spectacular view.

A few nights ago, that's all there was to the figure, just a shadow in a hoodie, and that was until the figure gained a pair of red eyes two days ago. Well, at least that's what it looks like from the angle where the figure appears to have his back turned towards the big red ball of fire.

And then there was a more beckoning image, where instead of a man watching the sunset, there was a baby wrapped in a black blanket, and what stood out were its haunting set of red eyes that matched the sun on the bedcovers.

Personally, it was the most hypnotising image of them all, and it even had me wondering if Silas could hypnotise me and get inside my head through a painting. With the way I've been feeling these last few days, it was the only explanation that made sense. I could not understand why I haven't been able to stop thinking about him, and no, it has absolutely nothing to do with feelings.

Romantically, I had no feelings for Silas, but somehow, I could not help the fact that we are connected, forever.

I am carrying his child, and with each passing day, I wondered how he or she would look like. What if I gave birth to a baby with pale skin and fangs, and most especially those red eyes? Even worse, what if it started craving for blood?