The Same Star. (Ian Somerhalder vampire story)

Chapter Twenty Seven

     My mother on one side of me and my future mother in-law on my other side; arms interlocked as we travel down the seemingly never ending corridors of Roman's family's estate. With every tedious step my mind swirls with all the has happened to me in such a short time period. But the biggest question and fear in my mind was, "Am I making the right choice? Is Roman the right one?"  

  As if she could read the chaos that plagued my mind and feel my tidal wave of emotions pour out of me and pool all around me; she squeezed my arm reassuringly and gave me a loving smile. Though it was her breathtaking eyes that told me what I already knew deep down inside.

   "This is the right choice. He is the right choice. Always."

 I was too caught up in my own thoughts to realize we came to a stop in front of two very large delicately engraved dark wooden oak doors. I froze, my stare burning into those doors like they were telling me it was my last chance; it was time to make my decision. The time was now. My heart raced and small beads of sweat formed on my forehead, and begun to sprout all over my body.

 "My sweet little angel. My darling little girl, do not fear the unknown. For you know, this is the right choice for you." My mother's angelic voice whispered into my ear.

 I nodded my head confidently and stood up straight, shoulders back and head held high. Outside of these doors stood the love of my life, my forever... my mate. A soft smile played on my lips as I imagine Roman standing at the end of the alter waiting for me, impatient as always.  As I imagined my soon to be mate I didn't feel Roman's mother slip her arm from mine and join arms with her husband. But as I take notice, a new arm slips into mine. A well formed, muscular one that I was not familiar with. First I glanced at the large unknown male's arm, following it up to the mystery man's face. My jaw drops as I stare up at the unnaturally handsome man's face; a face the resembled mine. His hair a dark chestnut, his warm welcoming eyes a bit greener than mine, his soft pink plump lips turned upwards into a loving smile, every detail of his face well defined and absolutely perfect.

"Dad?" I croak, a lump forming in my throat for yet another time in this emotional evening.

 He nodded his head once, "Yes my daughter." His voice was gentle, yet the unmistakable sound authority laced it. 

I clenched my eyes tight, not wanting to cry again and ruin my makeup, since this time there was no time to fix it. Both of my parents on each side of me squeezed me a bit tighter, their love and warmth flowing through my veins.

 My eyes only open as I hear the doors begin to creek open and the a lovely and very familiar melody from harps float through the air and danced all around me. It suddenly hit me. It's one of the songs I wrote a while back ago when I learned about all this craziness that is now my life. Roman must have found my note book. The thought of him reading my personal thoughts made me slightly irritated but blush feverishly at the same time.

 The doors now fully open, the music flows with more ease to me. Standing hidden behind Roman's parents I softly begin to mouth the words to myself,

  "I'm a million miles away from anywhere. Slide my hands across the sheets pretend you're there. But missing you is a slow burn. Every time the Earth turns, I'm reminded that night is only half the time..."

 As I mouth the words quietly to myself in tune with my melody of the harps, Roman's parents begin to gracefully make their way out of the doors and down the small granite stoop. That's when I got full view of the ceremony.

 I was in complete awe of how absolutely perfect everything was. A black carpet sprinkled with black and red roses led up to arbor, as for the arbor was beautifully intertwined thick branches and vines, decorated with black and red roses and ivy. Weeping willows surrounding where the ceremony will take place seemed alive with with gentle breeze.  The guests chairs made with cherry wood with the same delicately engravings as the oak doors, with either red ribbon and lace or black ribbon lace adorning them.  The moon almost shining fully in place, giving everything a soft magical glow. Candles lining everywhere helping the moon make a perfect ambiance. 

 As my eyes take in all of this they finally wander to where the mating ritual will take place. Two large perfectly sculptured  grey pillars stand on either side of the cherry wood like stage. A black, thick, silk like rope wrapped around the pillars, holding two very thick, flowing, red drapes with two thin, black, flowing drapes in the middle. Through the black drapes you can make out a silhouette of an overly large bed with a couple candelabras surrounding the bed, the flames flicking back and forth.

 Everything was becoming too real, too fast. My chest felt heavy as I feel all the eyes turn on me. If it wasn't for my parents gently pulling me out of my panic attack and slowly walking me down the alter, I wouldn't have noticed the reason I am going through all this craziness. 

 There he stood, more handsome than I could have ever imagined. Wearing an all black tux, with a red dress shirt with the stop button undone, black Italian leather dress shoes, and a simple red rose boutonniere.  His usually hardened expression was soft, loving, warm, and welcoming. At that moment as we stared deeply into each other's eyes, there was no one else around us. I know how cliche that sounds, but for me, that's exactly what is felt like.

 As I continued my way painfully slowly towards my mate, I kept my eyes directly on him and no one else and continued to quietly sing along to the harp's melody,

"Even when I'm hurting I know that this is worth it, tell me it'll be alright. Gotta give me something to get me through the nothing, one more night. Kiss me like the world is gonna disappear. I'm a better person when I have you here. Oh, I got you and I can get through anything as long as I can see your face. Right now you're so far away, so far away. I don't need a map to tell me where you are. You and I, we come from the same star ..."

As I finished the last note of the song, there I stood at the end of the alter... and in front of my mate. At this very moment and through all the craziness of the past few months, I knew my life would never quite be the same.