A.N. So first ever Corpse Bride fanfic, hope you all like it. This first chapter doesn't follow the oviedo and the character my be out of character at times but I will keep it how I type it.

Disclaimer: Corpse Bride and all characters belong to rightful creators I claim no right to the character or original story.

Chapter 01

The Meeting

A lone man walked through the little town, his satchel slung over his thin shoulders as his long twig like legs carried him forward as he looked for something, anything to work as inspiration. As he came past the one bridge that led towards the forest that practically created a barrier toward the outside world, though in this case it was not the bide that ceased his walking it was the figure upon the bridge.

A lone woman stood upon the bridge, her arms holding her up as she leaned over the bridges edge. Her black hair was free and caught in the wind as it was blown over her shoulder practically creating a beautifully perfect silluete of the girl's face. She continued gaze forward unaware of the male's gaze the continued to stare.

He knew he had found his inspiration as he began removing the items from his satchel, he set up a spot to begin working. The moment his quill touched paper his hand began dancing acrossed the page recreating the image of the girl on the bridge. Just as he was so close to finishing he looked up for the final details only to find the girl was gone and now the picture would have to remain unfinished.

Slowly he began packing all his things, putting the sketchbook away last to allow the ink a chance to dry. Then just as he began to stand, slinging his satchel back over his thin shoulder an all to familiar voice called out in the distance.

"Victor! Where are you Victor!"

Victor sighed as he began walking toward the calling voice of his mother, who he knew would be just so happy to voice her opinion on his love of drawing. Though as he was walking he couldn't help but picture the nameless girl from the bridge, though the only thing he couldn't picture was her face.

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Victor couldn't help but find himself looking at the incomplete drawing of the girl from the bridge, though due to the picture he was able to find out the girl's name was Emily and that she was a constant visitor of the bridge. So here he stood, awaiting for the girl to return so that he may be able to complete the image, as well as present it to the one who inspired it.

Suddenly a slender hand came into his view as a delicately sculpted finger began tracing the edge of the brick wall of the sketched bridge wall. The finger came to one of the arms and began tracing up toward the shoulder and then stopped when it came to the blank unfinished face.

"Is this supposed to be me?"

Victor turned toward the source of the melodious voice and became mesmerized by the simple beauty of the black hair the gently framed her face and then cascaded down her back in soft natural curls. Her chocolate eyes surrounded by porcelain skin, and her thin figure that was guided by the coast that tightly hugged her torso.

"You didn't answer my question." Victor was snapped put of his daze by the voice and watched as the girl pointed to the sketch on paper. "Is that supposed to be me?" Slowly Victor nodded unable to trust that his voice would be clear when he remembered.

"Sorry, it isn't finished, you left before I could get you face into the drawing."

Emily shook her head, "No its quite alright, I believe it came out beautifully." Her smile was warm and sincere then Victor slowly tore the page from the book and held it out the Emily, almost nervous of himself.

"I had actually wanted to give it to you, since you inspired it." Victor explained after receiving a confused gaze from Emily. With unsure hands Emily grabbed the page from Victor's hands then froze looking at him with wide eyes.

"I'm sorry I just realized we haven't introduced ourselves yet." She said as she held the picture in one hand and extended her other. "I'm Emily."

"Oh yes I know." Emily stared at Victor with shock before the he could figure out what it was that he had said, once he had realized his mistake he quickly scrambled to fix it. "Sorry, what I meant was that I was looking to give the picture to you, and someone I asked said that your name was Emily and that you could usually be found.. here... on the...bridge." Victor mumbled the last part when he saw Emily's face.

It shocked him however when the girl began laughing in a carefree way. "So that was why I saw you on the bridge." She clarified more to herself then questioned him. Then quickly she looked to Victor smile still on her face she grabbed one of his hands. "Well I thank you for the picture, I just need to find a for for it, though you must tell me your name before we part ways."

Victor slapped his forehead for having forgotten then turned back to Emily. "Right, my name is Victor, and I must ask but will we be able to meet again?"

Emily paused in thought her delicate finger pressed to her chin when she looked at Victor. "Tomorrow we could meet at one place with the piano. If you don't mind going to that place, or we can find someplace else."

Victor shook his head, "No i think that would be the perfect place to meet." In truth he loved the idea of going to that place, he had always snuck away from home in order to play the instrument, and the fact that Emily choose that place gave Victor the impression that she also played the piano.

Emily smiled and clapped her hands together. "All right, tomorrow then." With that she made her way back into town to her house. Victor watched as she left, almost like she was dancing above the stone street, feet barely touching the ground for a second. He smiled and made his way to his house thoughts of the next day to come dancing through his mind.

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Victor raced toward his and Emily's meeting place, ashamed that he was so late when coming, but his mother insisted that he stay, so in the end he had to sneak out.

He aproached the small brick building and stepped inside, finding comfort in the minimum amount of lighting and the soft sounds of the piano in the back corner being played. He walked towards it knowing that Emily must've chosen it because of the instrument. When he saw the piano he wasn't shocked to find a back facing him with the loose ebony curls trailing down her back. He listened as he got closer and knew the piece that she was playing. With that knowledge he also knew that the piece sounded far better as a duet then a solo.

Without her realizing he placed his hand at the high keys and listened for the part where they would've been introduced into the part. When he played he saw her visibly tense but she never stopped. As they continued Victor sat himself on the bench without missing a beat as the music continued to pour from the piano.

The song ended and the two turned towards eachother smiles upon their faces, though before either of them could say anything the audience that they didn't know they had began clapping. Emily laughed under her breath as Victor felt something he never thought he would.

"You play bea-"

"Emily!" Victor's quiet complement was cut short by a loud demanding voice of a man that was slowly approaching the bench. Just by his demeanor one could easily tell that he was wealthy and loved showing it off, though how he knew Emily, Victor didn't know.

"You played beautifully, I'm sure your sorry that I missed most of it, though right now we must get going." Emily said nothing, she only nodded to show that she had heard him. The unnamed man turned and exited the building, though it wasn't hard to see him covering his nose to an invisible smell as he exited.

"Ugh, I hate him." Emily muttered under her breath as Victor once again turned to her.

"Before he came, I was going to say that you played beautifully, though I guess he beat me to it." Victor said quietly as the people around them quickly went back to discussing what they were before.

"I'd rather hear it from you than him any day." Emily said as she played some random keys on the piano. Slowly she stood and began making her way towards the door. Victor stopped her with a hand to her wrist, she turned a quizzical look in her eyes.

"What's wrong Victor, I've got to go."

Victor looked at her. "Who was that man that came in here, how do you know him?"

Emily looked to the ground then almost in a whisper she spoke. "That was lord Barkis, my fiance."

A.N. So first chapter of new fic and it was kinda filler so hopefully it starts following the movie soon.

Until next time Peace, Love, and Virtual Hugs