Tending The Darkness

Chapter 9

Valerie's perspective;

I am sitting in the lounge which as been converted into a beauty parlor. Mirrors and lights have been set up. I look at my refection. I am in a white silk bathrobe drinking a glass of champagne. My sister, my mother and two other bridesmaids are getting ready with me. There is a photographer and she is taking photos of us getting ready. There are two hairstylists and two make up artists. Right now I'm busy getting my hair done. I have decided on a high updo. As the hairstylist does her thing I contemplate beauty and where it has gotten me. I am beautiful. Some people get offended at me knowing this. I call it confidence. But if I'm being honest its is as though the men before Cameron liked me only for my beauty. It felt shallow and I have realised that iblamed my darkness for this.

I have chosen black dresses for my bridesmaids and made of honor. They seem happy. I made sure they  looked sexy. I don't want some tacky wedding. I want it to be beautiful and sleek and mature. I am now getting my makeup done. I ask the artist to accentuate my eyes with gold. It contrasts very nicely with the black eyeliner. The champagne is easing my nerves. After tonight I will be Cameron's and I cannot wait.

Cameron's perspective;

I am in a black suit, a black shirt and a black tie. Valerie chose black and gold as her wedding colours. I am anticipating tonight. I want it to be all about her. I want to give her a fairytale, and not a watered down fairytale. I want her to have the creepy fairytale they only tell you when you do your research.
The type of fairytale that makes your parents uncomfortable with its sexuality. Yes I am looking forward to the honeymoon. The bags have already been packed and are stacked in my car which we will leave I  after the reception. I am highly aware of her black leather suitcases. What awaits on them for me.

I pour myself a scotch and I feel happy. She will be mine after today. The thought of her plays with my mind and I feel like a spoilt kitten.

My brother and I make our way to the car. As we drive to the church. The two groomsman start teasing me. I take it in good stride though. Obvious jealousy, the night is starting off strong. We arrive at the small church. I admire the decor. It has been decorated by her. I add a gold sliken picket square to my ensemble. We gather at the alter and my best man and brother hands me a flask and a take a swig of some decent scotch. The guests start arriving and there is a lot of small talk.

I have been waiting for about 20 minutes and the guests are starting to seat themselves. I think about her breasts. I practice my vows and I wait patiently for my Valerie. The priest arrives and smiles at me. Most people are surprised when they find out that I am not satanic. I am not partial to Christianity. I am more about believing in what suits you. But I am a Christian and I pray just like any other light man. Even though some call my debauchery lust and I am often pointed out for my sexual ways. I just have a healthy sexual appetite.

Valerie's perspective;

We have arrived at the church. Dutchy has offered to walk me down the aisle as my father is dead. He meets us at the car. I hear the music beginning and I hold onto my black bouquet of flowers. The bridesmaids make their way to the church and i prepare to walk down the aisle. My mother is next. And then finally it is my turn. Dutchy smiles at me. I hook my arm into his. As we enter I feel Cameron's gase. It is on my face, it then slowly travels down my body. And then it focusses on the inside of me. The part no one acknowledges. The real me. He looks at it as though it is ass. I smile and I walk down the aisle that leads towards the rest of my life. 

When we reach the alter Cameron takes my hands. I am highly aware of him. It feels as though my soul yearns for him. I focus on my face as the priest begins. As the priest makes his speech I focus on Cameron. I begin to feel as though I am alone with him, and the light around us changes into a golden yellow. I feel like I might say anything to him to make him stay, but I don't have to. He is here and he wants me back the same way. We get to our vows. If I am being honest I hardly notice them as we speak them to eachother. All I know is that Cameron and I are looking into eachotheothers eyes. His darkness is meeting mine and it feels like spiritual bondage. At the end of our vows the priest says that we can kiss and we do. His lips are full and his hand cups the back of my neck. And we kiss for what feels like the first time.

I am now married to Cameron and I am happy. He seems happy too. I feel as though I am his. His eyes confirm that feeling.  We make our way to the reception. The music is enclosing the space.