The master of ceremonies rang a bell. Everyone had to stay ready, the bride was walking down the aisle any moment. Hillary and his best men rocking in suits stood waiting for her at the podium. First there flower girls in white dresses. A mixture of tiny beautiful children with flowers in baskets which they spread on her path. Then the bride appeared. She stopped for everyone to have one last lustful look at that jewel in a white shiny dress showing every curve of her petite body, white gloves on her hands carrying a beautiful banquet of red roses, white high heeled shoes with a diamond crown on her head. She smelt of royalty, the queen of vampires. An alpha female. They all turned around to look at her. Who wouldn't turn to see an angel version of a bloodthirsty monster trade the earth? T
