I Know You're There: Malevolent Innocence

*Conclusion to the I Know You're There trilogy* Reuben's dead. Never to return. Tori doesn't grieve, she gets on with her life. In fact, her and Damien's wedding is coming up. Sure, she loves him, but not like she loved Reuben. Everything's fine; absolutely fine. Despite the fact she cries herself to sleep, and prays for Reuben to come back every moment, everything's fine. What am I saying? It's Tori Hills, nothing's going to be fine, especially when she's about to devote her life to the wrong guy. 'I swear, if mine and Reuben's love was fire, we'd be nothing, but ash.'


10. 'Dude, you stole my line.'

"So, you all set to go?" Mollie asked, her voice slightly higher with excitement.

"Yep," I replied, faking my enthusiasm.

Grinning, she linked her arm through mine, and dragged me through to a larger room. My dress trailed behind me, and I really hoped no one stood on it, even if I wasn't getting married. The diamond necklace hanging over my chest was a lot heavier than I was providing for, but I was coping. It would all be over soon, anyway.

"Can I talk to the bride?" a deep voice asked, from behind.

"Uh... Okay..." Mollie responded, wary of who Drake was, tailed by Shane.

Drake raised a questioning eyebrow at Mollie, "That would mean leaving, love," he said, as if speaking to someone simple.

"Right, yeah, sorry," she blushed, and quickly scattered away, almost tripping in her heels.

"I'm glad you wore something pretty," I said, blankly gazing at him.

He was in a well fitted suit, with a crimson tie, the colour of my dress. Drake was behind him, in a matching suit. Aw, they coordinated. They were never going to live that down...

"Thanks," he sarcastically replied, "I'm glad I managed to get Shane out of that damn llama hat," he glared back at his matching-friend, as I burst into giggles.

"Hey, it's a cool hat," Shane defended himself, holding his hands up.

I heard someone tut from behind me, and I spun around to see Raven. She was in a sapphire gown, the colour perfectly synonymous to her eye colour. Her elegant figure instantly made me jealous, as did her tallness... Then there's me, all five foot six of me.

"Drake Thomas?" another voice pitched in... is this room a gathering place, or something?

"Yes?" Drake replied, clearly annoyed.

"There's someone important here to see you," a greying man explained, holding a folded piece of paper.

Silently, he handed it to Drake, who instantly opened it. He turned away from us, and read it, in about ten seconds. When he turned back to us, his eyes were vacant, and he looked scared. Drake Thomas scared? That didn't even seem possible...

"Drake... Everything okay?" Raven tenderly asked, taking a small step towards him.

Drake looked up from the paper, and met Raven's soft gaze, his eyes grey with fear, relief, and panic. Unusual combination, might I say.

"Everything is..." he trailed off, as a grin spread across his face, and his eyes returned to blue, "Everything's just perfect. Where is he?"

The man who brought the letter lead Drake out, leaving us in confusion. Shane decided to pretend it never happened, and left with Raven, to take their place at the back of the cathedral. If they sat any further forward, Damien would see them, recognise them, and have them removed. 

For a few moments, I stood frowning, worry ceasing me. My Dad, Mollie, and my bridesmaids came in, Mollie giving me the who-were-they look, but I ignored it. I had a wedding to attend, and hopefully leave single. 

"We're waiting on you," my Dad gently said, placing a comforting hand on the small of my back.

"I know. I'm nervous," I laughed slightly, actually trembling.

I linked my arm through my Dad's, to show I was ready, and Mollie handed me my bouquet of blood red roses. I wasn't exaggerating, they were the colour of blood, and I'd seen enough blood for ten lifetimes. To stop myself from throwing up, I dug my perfectly manicured nails into the stems of the roses. 

Before I could blink, two massive doors, maybe eighteen feet high, opened, the oak creaking. Somewhere in the distance, I could hear an organ playing that song that meant nothing to me. Taking in massive gulps of air, we slowly started forwards. Everyone else was so damn calm, and so should I be, but what if Shane needed to go with Drake, or something? What if Raven wasn't there, either? What if the protest wasn't enough, and I still married Damien? Breathe, Tori, breathe.

Down the carpeted aisle, I could see Damien's broad figure waiting for me, his back to me. His black suit was very fitting, but it didn't appeal to me at all. Please wake up in Reuben's arms, was all I could think, as every awe struck stare was on me. Girls squeaked over how 'beautiful' I looked, and my Mum was probably already crying, somewhere upfront. She should save her tears, I was not getting married to Damien. And as for the beauty, I may have looked it, but I certainly wasn't it. I'd changed since Reuben died. I wore make-up, I put effort into my looks, I ate less, I lied to people, and I was a heartbroken mess...

A few more steps to go. I exhaled once more, and took my place at the alter, my hands in Damien's. How the hell did that happen so quickly? What if the objection line was so quick, Shane didn't have time to react? Stop with the if's, Tori!

Damien smiled at me, and I forced myself to return it. Everyone took a seat, as the Vicar instructed, and the music stopped. My heart hammered in my chest, and I wanted to cry. How the hell did I get myself into this? Reuben must have hated me... He probably regretted ever even being assigned to me. He probably wished that I didn't even exist. I know I didn't want to exist.

"Dearly Beloved, we are gathered together here in the sign of God," the Vicar started, projecting his voice, a sweet smile on his face.

He was about fifty, his hair grey, with a bald patch at the back. His eyes were brown, and warm, relaxing me slightly. The fact that he was there to marry Damien and I made me hate him, though.

Instead of listening, I decided to hold my breath, and concentrate on that. It didn't go to well, and I probably just looked like an idiot in front of everyone. The seconds dragged themselves by, mocking me with how they could go by freely. I was trapped, with no air. I need oxygen, I was going to pass out at any moment-

"If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together – let them speak now or forever hold their peace," Well, that line couldn't have come any sooner.

I heard the Cathedral doors burst open, drawing my attention. I thought Shane was at the back, with Raven...?

"I object!" that's not Shane's voice...

"Dude, you stole my line - wait, Reuben!?" and that was Shane's voice.



Sorry if it's not much detail, I'm like, really tired. I just got back from two weeks of Orlando, and I currently can't tell the difference between Black Veil Brides and One Direction - I'm that tired. We had to go from FL to Toronto, to Heathrow, then there's the five hour drive back home, then there's the plane food, and I just feel like eugh. 

So, to make up for my terrible chapter, but it's gotta be worth something, Reuben's in it, for five seconds, I'm going to move onto chapter 12 right now, and there's a huge surprise in it! The surprise isn't that Reuben's back, 'cause I think I already gave that away... I hope you like my surprise :D

By the way, comment if you've been to Disney World/Sea World/Discovery Cove/Busch Gardens, or something of that sort, and you're favourite bit!

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