Cold Feet

"Wow, you look beautiful." A voice came from behind where Sophia Hoffman had been standing which caused her to slowly twirl around. As she moved her wedding dress danced around her as though it were a gentle snowfall. A large smile filled her face as she caught ownership of the voice. There before her was Jason Hyde, her fiancée. There were no more words to say as he continued to watch in awe as she stood in front of the full-bodied mirror that sat in the middle of the room that she was given for prep. In comparison to her, the room as nothing more than a dump that had not been cared for in years. Even in comparison to him, she was flawless as everything about her was perfect. Jason looked nothing more than an uncomfortable wreck as he continued to stand in the doorway with his the freshly pressed tuxedo on. Although she had always known him to be more comfortable in his in his ripped jeans and retro band shirts, he looked absolutely handsome. Finally, the man she had fallen in love with looked more like a grown man than a little boy.

"Thank you, but you know it's bad luck to see me before the wedding." Sophia let out a small laugh as she bustled towards him in attempts to shoo him out. If her mother heard that he was doing this she would have a fit, she had always been the superstitious type. With a couple steps forward towards him the woman lightly placed her hands on his shoulders and began to try and move him out of the room.

"Wait. Sophia! I have to tell you something!" Jason let out a rather panicked sound as his body to not want to move. Normally, this sort of resistance could be blamed on the suit as he always said that they made him feel restricted.

"I'm sure whatever it is, it can wait until after we get married." Her voice was gentle as she let out a soft sigh. Perhaps her mother's belief systems were coming down on her as she could feel her stomach begin doing flips. She really hoped that her own anxieties weren't going to cause her to ruin any of the beauty rituals she had endured for the last couple of hours. She really couldn't image what she would do if she managed to smear her make up or worse, cause one of the bobby pins holding her auburn hair to fall out.

"No, it really can't, Sophia. I just... I just..." With every word he slowly fumbled the next. His blue eyes turned away as he could no longer look at her, as though he was ashamed of whatever he had say. This was not normal for Jared, not in the slightest. But ever since he had gotten back from his trip to Africa for his bachelor party he wasn't acting right. Naturally of course, she really think anything of it as every husband-to-be gets like this.

"Darling, I understand if you are nervous about getting married. Everyone gets nervous before a wedding. I am even a little nervous, I am almost certain if I bend the wrong all the bobby pins that Brittany managed to put in this morning are going to fall out." Sophia gave a small chuckle as she lightly moved her hand and began to caress his cheek. They were soft as a delicate sheet of silk as they continued to dance across his freshly shaven face.

"No, that isn't it. I'm just..." His voice was heavy as beads of sweat began to trickle along his brow. Normally, this sort of reaction never happened when she touched him. But for some reason, this sort of reaction almost seemed to cause pain to reflect in his gentle eyes.

"Well then? What is it?"

"I'm hungry." There. He had finally said it.

Sophia let out a mixed cocktail of a laugh and a sigh as she listened to him nervously bounce his words around. Although she may have thought he was joking, she began to notice that heavy transparent drool was beginning to drip from his lips and onto his once clean tuxedo. Horror filled her face as she quickly reached into the breast pocket of his tuxedo to pull out the silver handkerchief that had been nicely pressed.

"Well the reception is in a few hours, we will be able to eat then." As smoothly as an artist's hands she lightly began to wipe away the pool that had been forming on his jacket. Disgust began to fill her face as she continued to try and clean him up. She wasn't expecting to have to do this until they decided it was time to have children. Every wipe that she managed to make only seemed to cause more to follow.

"Seriously Jay, you are getting it all over your tux." Sophia's voice moved from the soft loving sound that she once had to frustration. He was acting so childlike that it was really beginning to bother her. Yet the pool was constant as it drizzled now onto her arm. But instead of being the usual clear color, it had now changed to what appeared to be a mossy green sap. Sophia's eyes widened as she witnessed the liquid continue to pool slowly. Instantly, she began to tug her arm away from him but was only met with the falcon grip of Jason's hand. As panic began to fill her, a heavy growl filled the room as though a large beast had decided to make its entrance.

Shooting her head upwards, Sophia quickly made contact with Jason's eyes to see that there was something different about them. They had gone from the gentle warm loving eyes that she used to spend hours gazing at into black soulless beads of hunger. Before she was even able to let out a scream, a heavy explosion burst through his own mouth and onto hers. But it wasn't vomit as she had expected, but rather heavy and slime covered tentacles exploded onto her own face and began wrapping around her head. With her free hand she began to try to pull them off with muffled screams continued to dance around the room.

But with every attempted scream another muffle filled the air more tentacles seemed to leave his mouth causing his face to rip open his face like a banana peel causing the smell of rotten flesh to fill the air. With every piece of flesh that began to fall, the monster that had been living within him. His head had resembled what appeared to be something of an octopus as the heavy membrane containing his brain head heavy behind him like a bag filled with galantine. He was no longer a man, he was now nothing more than a soulless creature that was ready for his main course. Despite her attempts to free herself of the heavy appendages, the woman began to feel herself being forced closer to him. A final muffled scream left the bride's lips as she witnessed a row of razor-sharp teeth preparing for its small snack before moving on to the main course.