Black Wedding
(AU)
She stared into the mirror and tilted her head upwards just so slightly as the necklace was clasped around her jugular

Black adorned her body from her dress to her shoes to her veil

Only a single strand of white diamonds around her neck and a purple rose in her hair

Certailny not the way she pictured her wedding garb

But what could be done?

Everyone was expecting this to be the beginning of the end

The first day of the apocolypse

And none of that 2012 nonsense that had been scrambled and screamed about so many decades ago

No, this was a prediction of a real, true, apocolypse, and with good reason at that

Though the feud between werewolves and vampires had long since ended it was still unheard of to crossbreed...

...

Until today

Until their union the idea of freindship between the two species was tolerated enough, the idea of romance was all but forbidden, and the idea of marriage...

That was a sin

Oh well, she figured she never was much of a goody-two-shoes

There was nothing illegal about it no matter how many people from the high council opposed it

And there was no REAL danger...

The thought that werewolf blood or a bite killed vampires was dismissed long ago at around the same time the myth about vampire fearing crosses died out

There was no danger

And hybrids had been produced by other species before with nothing but blessings around them

She though, refused to allow anything but the best enter her mind, when her children came they would be blessed just as much as any other

And anyone with a problum with that could face herself and her husband

Even more unheard of than a vampire and a werewolf were royalty and a rat

Though there was no monarchy in the vampire linage there was still pureblood

Just as there were scamps in the werewolf kingdom

Wich was why it was such an annomoly for a pureblooded werewolf to be marrying a once-human vampire

Adopted by a wealthy, political vampire family perhaps

But a mud-blooded brat all the same

But maybe that was part of the attraction

Her mind was new, it was simple, it was clean and pure of all the toxic prejudices that had been passed down since the creation of human- and supernatural-kind

Perhaps it was because she wasn't looking down her nose at him and because he didn't feel that she had any age over him

Perhaps it was because they met on even grounds and were the same age and the same mindset and the same heart

Maybe because they refused to give into eachother's scent wen they first met

Refused to let something as small as the smell of blood turn off the chemistry bubbling between them on the first and second and twenty-fourth encounters

Or perhaps he was just as reckless and careless as she was

It didn't matter anyway, what was to be done was to be done

She stood up and smoothed out her black lacey dress, the fringe and gothic embrodery hanging like ripped curtains as the maid behind her pulled the lace veil over her face

She stopped her, an ice cold hand resting against a hot-blooded, heart-pumping, human one

A soft smile graced her lips, "That's not nessiciary, I believe my fiancee' knows my face by now," she said sweetly as she lifted it behind her head

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Maybe it was morbid but he just never liked doves

Maybe it was because one pecked him on the nose when he was a kid or maybe because they just looked too rightous for his taste

Or maybe he just had an affinity for ravens, being the Edgar Allen Poe fan he was

He couldn't help himself, the birds had a nice disposition....

Atleast the ones he met did

Yes a nice disposition, ravens and wolves often worked together in the wild, it would make sense that they'd be freindly to a wolf brethern

He smiled and held his hand out for one of the birds to land on and stroked his fingers along the raven's crown as the bird stared at him curiously

Likely wondering how to make a nest of his hair

The bird flew off as he lifted his hand and he looked around the cathedral

A religious wedding

Ha

Black colors and birds of death

Blood and raw steak

Growling and hissing and fangs across the ailes

But he found the most ironically morbid part was taking these vows in a church

Though vampires and werewolves never DID have a problum with religion in a phsyical sense....

It didn't make him very comfortable that he was possibly standing in the same place that his great-great-great-something-or-other was mercilessly slaughtered by a man in a black robe

It didn't help that everytime he looked at the holy water he saw his eyes turn yellow...

He straightened his attention when he heard the organs begin to play and everyone hushed

Quiet, other than the organs, filled the huge building as the doors opened and bride's maids and flower girls trailed in

Red rose petals on the black floor and hushed murmmers and prayers across the aisles that this union wouldn't last past winter

He wanted to scoff

And then, just as he was becoming agitated with the events

She walked through the doors

Her lithe, pale body draped in black like a porcelin doll

Her ebony hair worn down, down to her chin, with a purple rose in it and pale diamonds around her thin neck

Her tiny hands clutching a bundle of black and red roses as she walked

He couldn't help but smile at her, the way her unpainted lips curved upwards as she strode down the aisle

The way her chest and abdamon curved and moved with every step and every vibration the hard floor sent through her small body

But most of all the way her violet eyes stayed set on him like she had locked on to a valuable prize....

...Or prey.....

But for argument's sake let's go with prize....

The way she ignored the murmmering and squaking around her was astounding to him as it was a power he himself never could possess

She smiled at him as she walked onto the alter and stared into his eyes

He flashbacked to the day before when they did this the first time

It was the way it should have been then

It was traditional in a sense

He wore black and she wore white and the roses were pale pink and love red and it was just them

Just the two of them on the beach with her bare feet and her shorter, simpler dress

And her pink lips and white veil

And the sand between their toes and the ocean feet from them as they stood amounts only the very closest, most supportive of freinds and a minister to say their life vows together

That....

That had been real

This was a stage show

This was an act

This was a performance to the spectators and the doubters and the opposers who swore that this was an apocolypse

"Hmm, black looks almost as lovely on you as white," he said with a cheeky smirk

Her eyes grinned at him

"Well, they expect this to be a death march, why give them any less?" she asked

No matter who they were, the first union between a vampire and a werewolf had to be covered by various media outlets and political figures

She blamed the humans having now found out about their existence so many decades ago

But he knew better

He knew it'd be this way no matter if there were humans or not

Except if there weren't humans they may have both been assissnated by now

In fact he was convinced that keeping a "We aren't monsters" face on for the humans was the only thing saving their skins from public death right now

A raven flew past them and landed on another beam in the old building as the man in front of them began reading from his book of vows

This is why they had already gotten married yesterday

So they could have a REAL wedding day

One full of happiness and love

Of their own vows and of ruining his tux in the sea water and her screaming that if he touched her dress he was dead

Of rolling in the sand in their plain clothes and shoving cake at eachother and sharing food

Of a night alone in the beach house with the first true meeting of eachother as one being

Of hearts becoming one and souls bonding and entertwining into a single union

Of skin and heat and smiles and breaths

Of mornings in long shirts and messy hair and pancakes

Only to come and make their formal appearence and live through a few hours of agony before the honeymoon

They didn't mind

They had yesterday and that was what mattered

They listened on as the same tired vows were read

Each tunning it out and reciting their own private vows in their heads

When it came time for the "I dos" they said them instantly, in a hurry to get away now that it was coming near it's end

They exchanged the wedding bands that they had taken off earlier that morning and as soon as they were pronounced she turned around and unraveled the bondage holding the bouqet of flowers together, tossing them into the peers as she grabbed his hand with her free one and ran

Her heels clanking against the carpeted stone floors as the doors opened to the outside and he stumbled behind her

Every step creating a vibration throughout their bodies as they took off and started through the doors

He gave her hand a squeeze as feet thundered behind them, likely people trying to catch up and interrogate them about the outlandishly morbid set up

Or the very marriage it's self

Or why they were allowed to live

Or any other average question found on a wedding day

They'd have to wait

The beach was in sight and their hearts pounded as his thumb grazed her wedding ring and just as they emerged to the sunlight they stopped

The sound of an arrow shooting in the distance and she easily caught it in one hand, a frown gracing her small mouth as her eyes narrowed in a pristine, noble way

"Tell me, Husband, what would you say this is made of?" she asked as she showed him the tip of the arrow

"Well Wifey I'd have to say that's made of wood,"

She hummed as she scratched away some wood and showed him a shiny inside to the arrow

"And I would say that is silver," he added

"I see and wood and silver.... don't those things kill us in a weapon-form?"

"I believe so,"

"Hm so you'd say someone was trying to kill us...... on our land?"

A smug smirk crossed his lips

"I think it's a distinct possibility,"

She smirked as well and glanced up at him

"You do know what happens to people who try to kill on this land of peace don't you, Ichigo?"

His smirk widened

"I do indeed Rukia," he agreed

She smirked and snapped the arrow in half like a twig, using only her thumb

"Let's go,"

Ichigo's body began to shift, his orange hair turning black as he grew fur along his body and began running mid-transformation as the wolf took over

A wonderfull grin split Rukia's beautifull face and revealed her sharp fangs as her eyes grew red for blood and she ran after him, swinging on tree branches to keep up with her wolf-mate

The two of them hunting down the hunter that had tried to prey on them

And leaving their black wedding behind them