Joe laughed at what he saw in the future, though to me, it was blurry (as I couldn’t see his visions in his head very clearly), so I didn’t understand what he was laughing at, but I had a feeling that I was going to find out…
He led me to the huge staircase, lifted me gently off my feet, and carried me upstairs at vampire-speed, as there were no humans there.
“Okay – what’s going on?” I demanded, laughing.
“You’ll find out all in due course.” He grinned.
We went into Emily’s room and he put me down on the chaise longue. He picked up the remote, and flicked on Emily’s plasma-screen TV. Charlie was on it, and he was talking intently and seriously to Rebecca.
“Do you wanna… go out… erm… with me?” He had gulped, and I could feel his feelings.
“Yes I’d like that very much.” She whispered, and they hugged, then the screen went blank.
“Aww… that was cute, even if it was like three seconds long.” I said to Joe, and snuggled into him.
“Yep – I still haven’t forgotten how we got together.” He whispered into my hair.
“Neither have I…” I replied, wrapping arms around him.
Finty came in the room then, and smiled when she saw us – relieved to have found us.
“Dougie wants you downstairs.” She informed us, though she was looking at me.
“Okie dokie, we’ll be down in one second.” Joe said, and Finty had no idea how literally he meant it.
No humans were about so naturally we were down in a second.
We went back into the dance-room and found Dougie easily.
“Fin said you wanted us.” Joe said.
“I need to talk to the both of you, though you already know, Joe.” Dougie said his voice sounding grave.
“What’s up?” I asked, and couldn’t read his thoughts – he was protecting them.
“In fact, this conversation can carry on after all the humans have gone.” Dougie whispered, more to himself than to us, I thought.
We danced lots, and then it was three o’ clock, and time to cut the cake.
We did it together (cut the cake you dirty minded people!), my hand on the handle of the knife, and Joe’s hands on top of mine. Everybody cheered, and we cut up the slices and wrapped them in serviettes, for people to take home – maybe it was a good thing that it had been a four-tiered cake.
We had taken a photograph of us cutting he cake. We still had the bride and groom from the top, and had stowed it away in a drawer for the time-being.
I noticed that I hadn’t see Matt, Amy or Joanna that day.
‘Amy couldn’t handle all the humans in the room.’ Joe thought, and I completely understood how she must have felt – she was, after all, a younger vampire than I was, and I could barely manage it.
‘They did come in, just to hear the vows though.’ He thought, and I nodded, though not a large movement, because the humans would have thought it weird to nod at some random thing.
Everything went smoothly, and at about eleven o’ clock, the last of the guests went home (I know, I thought it was rather early too).
“We need you to come in here – this is something we should discuss as a family.” Dougie said, and we all sat around the long dining-room table.
“We really should have told you this earlier…” Sally murmured, apparently in my direction.
“What? What’s happening? What’s wrong?” I asked; panic stricken, thinking of the unicorns.
“I’ve no idea how to tell you…” Dougie said, shaking his head and looking down.
“Just say it; whatever it is… I promise, in fact, I swear not to be angry with you.” I said, with complete sincerity.
“Well, the thing is that you can’t…” Sally started, and I nodded at her, urging her to continue.
“You can’t have children.” She finished, in a very subdued tone.
“What do you mean? Am I not allowed?” I asked, reminding myself of my promise not to be angry with them, and that promise was the only thing that was stopping me from shouting.
“It’s not like that; if we could, we’d be praised and told that we’re very lucky. It’s just that we’re not physically able – we can’t menstruate either, because we don’t have the blood to be able to do so.” Freya explained.
“Oh…” I said, the only thing I could say without shouting now, my promise ringing loud and clear in my ears. I attempted talking quietly. “I understand now. Just excuse me a minute – I need to use the bathroom.”
I didn’t miss the ‘I-told-you-so’ look that Joe gave his parents.
I ran up the stairs, slammed the door shut, locked it, slumped down in a corner of the room, kicked the shoes off, and started crying.
I had no idea why I was crying, as I had never planned on having children, but maybe, just maybe, it was the fact of knowing that I couldn’t have one, was what made me want one all the more.
I must have been crying for about an hour, when there was a knock on the door.
“It’s locked.” I croaked, hugging my knees.
“Not a problem – what I wanted to know was if I could come in.” Joe said.
“Fine” I said, hurrying to the sink to splash some water on my face, to reduce the piggy-eyed look.
He came in, and I must have looked bad because his face turned form shock to anguish, which made me immediately wish that I had held myself together, and not let it bother me.
I did, of course, see my face in his mind, and it shocked even me.
He walked over to me, and wrapped me into a tight hug.
“I should have told you before…” He murmured into my hair.
“It might have been nice.” I muttered, trying to smile.
“We can still try.” He promised me, though it didn’t cheer me up, as it was intended to do.
“I’m just too shy.” I admitted sheepishly, and I managed a half-grimace.
We sat there for about half an hour, and eventually, the piggy-looking eyes wore away. I knew that my behaviour had been inappropriate and that I must apologize personally, about it.
‘First things first,’ I thought to myself. ‘You need to apologize, go and get changed, washed, make-up off, and hair brushed; generally in that order.’
‘I don’t wear make-up and thought I looked fine.’ Joe thought, with mock-insult.
‘You look gorgeous as always – though you might want to change out of your suit.’ I thought back.
‘Yep, and the run-mascara looks very nice with your wedding dress.’ He thought, and I sighed, getting to my feet. I picked the shoes up, and went downstairs to apologize, and it confused them at first, as to why I was apologizing but all soon became clear.
“You don’t need to apologize, dear; we all acted way worse than you did. You took it very well considering… – we all needed at least twenty four hours to calm down – you did it in just about one and a half.” Sally said, squeezing my shoulder and rubbing my arm, and it felt very soothing. I laughed at my own idiocy and then sat down again.