So I recently became very interested in the corpse bride and how she died so I wrote this, enjoy!

Emily cursed under her breathe as the candelabra clattered to the floor. She froze in the darkness, waiting for her parents to burst into the room and stop her. There was a creak and then silence. She sighed in relief as she recognised that the creak was just her parents' bed as one of them shifted their position whilst they slept.

She picked up the candelabra and placed it back onto her bedside carefully. She brushed her brown hair behind her ear and pulled her cloak around her shoulders, concealing her mothers wedding dress. She felt guilty wearing it. Especially as she was going to marry someone her parents didn't agree with. If only they got to know him… he wasn't just some poor wanderer, he was the man of her dreams.

She slipped three golden family rings onto her fingers and placed a sapphire necklace around her neck, perfect. Gathering the satchel of gold, she checked the clock one last time in the light of the moon. 2:30. She had half an hour to get to their special place under the old oak tree. Her heels broke the silence with every step as she made for the door and closed it with a slight bump.

She hurried past her parents room and stood outside the door. This was the right thing to do, they didn't understand.

"I'm sorry… I love you." she whispered outside the door and hurried towards the oak door at the front of the manor. She heaved it open and stepped into the night. Willing the door not to creak as it closed. She breathed out in relief, she had made it out, no one had seen her.

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Emily reached the clearing by the old oak tree and checked her pocket watch. 2:40. She still had time. She allowed the cloak to fall around her shoulders and to the ground, her bare legs and arms slightly cold in the night air. She dropped the satchel and sat on an old tree stump, looking up at the moon. It was a full moon, something she had insisted on for the night of her wedding. And it was so beautiful, so perfect. The only problem was the graveyard by the church making the scene slightly spooky for her liking. The church… where she and Lord Barkis were to be married. He may not have money but the moment he stepped into town he had took her breathe away. He had sold everything he owned looking for her, the town beauty known for miles around.

Then next to the graveyard by the old oak tree.

On a dark foggy night at a quarter to three.

She was ready to go but where was he?

A ghostly breeze ruffled the blue petals of the flowers in her bouquet.

And then?

She waited.

A branch cracked behind her and she got up, turning her head with her hand to her mouth.

And then?

Emily turned her head in the other direction, a shadow seemed to move between the trees.

There in the shadows, was it her man?

"Lord Barkis? My love?" she breathed out and adjusted the gloves on her hands.

Her little heart beat so loud.

"Emily?"

"Barkis!" Emily ran towards the man and flung her arms around his neck and hugged him. He hugged her back but she didn't see the wicked smile forming on his face.

"I was so scared you wouldn't come! Come with me to the church!" she broke the hug and began to pull on his arm towards the church where a small light was shining but there was no movement.

"My dear, come down. We shall be wed but you mustn't forget the gold." he managed to hide his anticipation for money, only just.

"Of course, of course. How silly of me!" she hurried over to the satchel and heaved it into her arms and turned to Lord Barkis… a silver knife glinting in the moonlight.

"My love? Is everything all right?" her heart began to beat faster and faster, almost as if it would burst through her chest. Barkis began to laugh, quietly at first but then his cackles filled the night.

"You stupid girl! You were easier to trick than the last wench!"

"What do you mean?" her voice was serious but she couldn't mask the fear.

"We're not getting married, even if we made it to the church that blasted elder gutknect would be dead!"

"You've killed him! Then why am I hear?!" her voice was starting to crack but she managed to hold back the tears. Her smooth skin was becoming red with anger.

"I marry girls and steal their wealth and then leave them for dead! And you my pretty were the easiest to trick!" he lunged at her with the knife in his hand and at that anger boiled up inside of Emily. She may have been tricked but he wasn't getting her family fortune. She turned, the satchel of gold still in her hand and started to run. The leaves beneath her heels crunching with every step. But she was too slow for him. In a matter of seconds, he had caught up with her, grabbing hold of her arm roughly and swinging the knife towards her face. She jerked her head back but not before she felt her cheek slice open, blood staining her skin and the blade. The satchel dropped to the floor as a hand flew to her cheek. Barkis was laughing at her as her eyes widened, no one had ever treated her like this, serves me right for being so naive she thought.

But Barkis still had the knife. He cackled one last time as Emily turned, hands coming up to her face to defend her.

And then?

She felt the dagger bite into her flesh. Just below her left breast and into her ribcage. Barkis smiled at her silent scream and twisted the dagger the other way, causing her sweet blood to trickle onto the blade, onto his hands and drip to the floor. He pulled the dagger out and watched as Emily curled up into a ball on the floor. His tongue cleaned his fingers and the blade, taking in every drop of blood and savouring it. Throwing the dagger to the side, he knelt down besides the bride and pushed her onto her back, her chest heaving with her lasts breathes.

Emily looked into the man's face, not a hint of guilt on it as he stroked her cheek with a finger.

"Till death do us part..." he whispered. His hands snaked around her neck and unclasped the necklace and then sliding the rings off her delicate fingers. He left them to one side and then stared at Emily. She saw his eyes widen as an idea came to his mind but she couldn't stop him as his hands started to explore her weak body. It made her cringe to simply lie there, not able to fight back and she felt weak, exposed and betrayed. Her parents were right, this was no man, this was a monster.

He bet down and kissed her on her ruby lips, his hand pulling roughly at her hair, pulling some strands out. Slowly he pulled away and looked at her with pity.

"Shame you have to die so quickly, I could have had a bit more fun." he cackled and she stared up at the sky, listening as he gathered her wealth into the satchel and left her on the forest floor. The moon seemed to look down on her, pitying her and her death. But she didn't want pity from anyone, she just wanted to sleep. She felt her blood stain her dress, her mothers dress as a lone tear rolled down her cheek and she looked up at the moon and closed her eyes.

And then baby, everything went black.

Hoped you like that and please review! I put elder gutknect as the priest as I always wondered how Emily knew him and just decided I would do this. Depending on the amount of reviews (maybe 10?) then I'll write a chapter of when Emily wakes up. Thanks for reading! ;)