The bishop dragged me down the aisle kicking and screaming- literally. I kept thinking to myself that if I was going to die I was going to make sure that I went down with the flag flying. There was no way I was going to give up and submissively resign myself to death. I would fight this corpse and his 'Lordship' until my very last breath.

So in the bishop's decomposing grasp I twisted and twirled fighting every step, but the zombie bishop wrestled me up to the altar. A disapproving wave of hushed whispers rippled through the congregation as the bishop finally pulled me under the arch of dead roses that stood at the end of the aisle.

"I am not getting married." I yelled at him and the crowd.

The bishop yanked hard on my wrist and snapped, "Stop whining child. Your future husband will be here any moment and he will not want to see his bride acting up."

I glanced nervously back down the aisle and saw nothing. The crowd too would occasionally turn their heads hoping for a glimpse of the groom. I wondered what rancid creature the groom would be like. What if the bishop here turned out to be the Prince of Darkness' good looking brother? What if the Prince of Darkness was a corpse?

Waves of nausea rose up and began pounding against my stomach. My head began to fire a million worse case scenarios in to my mind's eye which made me feel sicker and sicker.

The bishop suddenly snapped his fingers and yelled to some unknown entity, "Tell his highness to make haste before his bride passes out."

My legs buckled underneath me and the bishop grabbed on to me and roughly pulled me up on to my feet. Angrily he hissed in my ear, "For God's sake child have courage."

"I can't get married. Please let me go," I begged the bishop.

The bishop gazed pitifully at me and whispered, "Be brave my child."

Terror was slowly paralyzing my body, freezing my muscles as my situation became more desperately hopeless. The zombie bishop continued to support me as my knee tried to cave in.

The bishop sensing my distress called out, "Will someone tell his Majesty to hurry up and claim his bride before she passes out!"

A small pale boy got up and ran down the aisle disappearing into the mist. A hush ripple of laughter followed him as they all stared at the spectacle before them. The bishop raised his hand sharply, demanding silence, "Settle down now." he said firmly to the crowd. He then gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze. Oh my God, was he trying to offer some kind of moral support or comfort?

My head was now spinning.

The altar boy came running back up the aisle and bishop mouthed 'Is he coming?' to which the boy nodded. Oh God help me. I closed my eyes again and opened them hoping to wake myself up from this nightmare.

Heads began to peer eagerly over their shoulders expecting something or someone. Helplessly I stood rigid, numbed with cold and terror. The decomposing bishop made a small indication to an invisible entity again and out of nowhere an organ began to play a haunting melody.

The wedding guests all turned sideways looking down the aisle watching in anticipation. Their faces lit up into broad smiles as the music really began to kick in. It wasn't quite the bridal march I had been expecting but it was something grand that you might hear on the TV from a foreign royal court. I would have probably enjoyed it if my life hadn't been on the brink of going down the crapper.

Waves of panic began to crash into me now and my body was momentarily revived with a rush of adrenaline. In one last desperate attempt I violently tried to break free from the bishop's grasp. Twisting and turning the bishop struggled to control me. For a fleeting second I thought I would be able to escape but then out the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of something that made me stop.

Lifting my head up I watched as the legend walked down the aisle towards me. The wedding guests stood to their feet and bowed their heads in respect as he passed- The Prince of Darkness. Unlike my visions of the walking dead the Prince looked like real flesh and blood. He towered well over six feet and filled the aisle easily with his broad muscular frame that was dressed in a beautifully tailored black Armani suit. My breath caught in my throat as I thought to myself he is gorgeous- the type of gorgeous that could distract a girl in mid-fight with a zombie bishop.

The Prince walked down the aisle like a fashion model on a runaway in one of the fashion capitals of the world. I watched with a strange kind of curiosity as he lifted his hand causually and tunnelled his fingers through his jet black hair, smoothing back a few rogue fleks that had obscured his beautiful amber eyes. Those eyes were hypnotic. He was hypnotic. I was standing at the edge of unknown metaphoric void and all I could think about was how good he looked in a suit.

The Prince waved a relaxed hand at the bishop and said, "You can let her go now." The bishop's grip on my wrist loosened but not entirely. The bishop was unsure if I was going to run or not. But the Prince smiled coolly at the bishop and said, "Don't worry, I have her. She won't run."

I blinked. What did he mean by that? I wasn't entirely convinced but it was enough for the bishop who let go of my hand and readjusted his position behind the arch of dead flowers.

Immediately I thought it was my chance to run free. My eyes rested upon the distant cemetery gates and I tried to move but found myself lock to the spot. I could not move and I had no idea why. "Look at me if you are scared my love," The Prince said softly to me. Whoa, did he just call me love? I didn't know whether to feel hard or soft...

The Prince approached the archway where I stood and I couldn't decide if my heart beat was getting faster or slowing down. The man was a vision but a nightmare Everything about him was perfect but everything he represented was so dark it terrified me. He had strong features that was beautifully arranged in a way which was not too pretty nor too hard. I found myself drawn to his eyes, two pools of brown gold that glowed in the moonlight like dark amber- mesmerizing to the point of distraction.

Moving underneath the arch the Prince positioned himself opposite me. He gave a smile and said, "You look beautiful." Tenderly he reached out and took my hands in his and brought it up to his mouth, then brushed his lips across my knuckles. My mouth opened slightly in amazement as my brain flatlined. Did I want to runaway from this guy or make out with him?

Part of me wanted to pull away, but the other part want to forever remain in the presence of those eyes. Mist hazed around us and my senses began to feel more and more dream like. The congregation melted away, and all that was left was me and him. Even the bishop's incoherent mutterings dissolved into the ether.

There was unseen force willing me to give into this man and to accept my fate. I wanted to fight the compulsion. I shifted uncomfortably and felt the stranger's grip tightening around my hands. He was strong. 'Don't fight me.' An echo crossed my mind.

I blinked. Was I dreaming or did I just hear his voice in my head?

Intelligence twinkled in his eyes, as if he read my mind. Tears began burn my eyes and in my mind I thought, 'If you can hear me, let me go.' A sickening feeling rose up in stomach, and I felt his hands give mine a gently squeeze.

I promise to make you happy,' was the echo's reply.

Ah crap- I was trapped. Hopelessly trapped.

The bishop cleared his throat loudly and the Prince tore his golden stare away from me. "Do you take this woman to be your wife," the Bishop asked.

The Prince turned his head back to me and looked straight into my eyes and said "I do."

'Now you are mine and I am yours,'he said softly in my mind.

I snapped suddenly finding my voice, "No way am I married to a lunatic!"

The corners of his mouth tugged upwards and I could feel his amusement, like his mind was connected to mine. Annoyed I screamed in my head, 'GET OUT MY MIND!'

'Darling heart, please don't be like this, you are upsetting yourself,' he replied with a hint of sarcasm.

The bishop snapped his sermon book shut and announced loudly, "You may now kiss the bride." The crowd burst out into applause, and I turned towards my husband and stared up into his face full of attraction mingled with fear.

'You'll never be alone, I shall cherish you forever.' His words echoed in my headas he pulled me into his arms, crushing me against is frame.I wanted to scream 'get off me' but my body seemed to react strongly to his touch, wanting it, needing it. My hands couldn't help but feel the warmth and the hardness of the muscles underneath his shirt.

Gently the Prince caught my chin with his finger and lifted my face upwards. Leaning down his grazed his lips across mine before whispering, "Forgive me." His head dropped down to my shoulder nuzzling my neck. I didn't understand at first but when I felt his grip tightening around my waist like a boa constrictor I knew something was not right.

Pressing a kiss into my neck he whispered again, "Please forgive me."

I opened to my mouth to ask what for but then pain exploded in my neck as I felt the Prince of Darkness' teeth tear through my skin and start to drink away my life.