Supernatural Wedding Planner

Chapter 1 - Comming out

"Vampires and Werewolves, OH MY!" Diana Spencer made a gasp of pure sarcasm as she rolled her eyes. Her Detroit accent was still very strong even though she has lived in Southern Ontario for close to six years now. "You've got to be kidding' me, right? Come on people, are you that diluted to start believing' in faery tales?" she was talking straight to the TV twisting her strawberry blonde locks that hung close to her chin.

It seems that things of fictional lore were in fact real after all. This broadcast has been a special report on the local television all morning. A very charming looking man faced the screen and proceeded to tell the world to beware of Werewolves and Vampyre's because they did in fact run among us. He looked like a pastor or priest or at least the white color identified him as one. This was news at a national level and they were reporting the reactions of all the major cities across the globe.

Surprisingly, Toronto, Ontario took the news fairly well, with the exception that every church in the metropolitan area was out protesting, but that was to be expected in this situation. Canada, after all, is home to many religious zealots who were probably at home brandishing pitchforks and sharpening their stakes. No pun intended. I mean, really, Vampyre's and Werewolves? I had heard some outlandish things in my life, but characters that movie directors and writers had been using thrill and entertain us were actually alive? It was a hard pill to swallow.

I guess I could reflect on my own life and be considered someone who was strange and unnatural. It did make me wonder what was coming next, Angels, Demons, and Faeries? I had a little mental chuckle. Though there was something about all this that sparked an old memory. Maybe it was the way that they described the Vampyre's, how their skin was colder than ice, how their eyes seemed to search deep into your soul. Their eyes...

I shook my head and sipped my coffee then placing it down on the table and huffed, "And just what makes you think it's a fairy tale? It's not like you don't know some pretty-unbelievable things, right?" I winked at her, "Plus, if I'm correct, you're the queen of supernatural and paranormal stuff, Dr. Spencer!" I arched my brow and enunciated the 'Doctor' portion of her title. I almost smirked at her. We had both been watching the TV since the broadcast came on.

Ever since I told her about my condition, she's been studying, not only me but everything about paranormal activities, special conditions, even fictional lore. Though she wouldn't admit it to anyone, she was so fascinated by the possibility of all this being real. She put on a good front in public, but I knew what she was really like.

Diana was about 5'9" and quite a bit taller than me. She was a little on the thin side, but curvy in all the right places. She had straight strawberry blonde hair that was cropped at her chin. Her oval shaped face was filled with big blue eyes and lashes that any girl would die for. Diana, compared to me, was like a Greek Goddess, perfect in every way and she carried herself as if she was the definition of perfection.

She just laughed and picked up her tea, "Ok Faithe, you have a good point." She put her cup down. "But really? Vampyre's and Werewolves? And to spring the news on a full moon? Talk about creepy" she rolled her big blue eyes, "Anyways, what time will you be done tonight? I'm really feeling like goin' out. It's time we get our dancin' shoes on!" She said just a little too eagerly as she flashed her new Valentino pumps. Diana had a thing for fashion, well, shoe fashion that is. She keeps all her shoes in the original boxes with Polaroid pictures on the front. I swear, I'm not kidding, she has an entire closet dedicated to just her designer shoes.

"I probably won't be done micromanaging the Porter Wedding until 4 a.m. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to get out of going with Diana was going to be tough, but I was committed to my business and since the 'Porter' family hired me as their Wedding Planner, my attendance is pretty much mandatory. Not that I would trust any of my employees to cover for me anyway, seeing as I'm a bit of a control freak.