Thread: Nothing Can Keep Us Apart. [angelicxdream and shinyka]

Eric's stressed breathing hastened to a shallow panting as she wiped the makeup off of his face. He groaned slightly as she wet the cloth a second time, this one noticeably hotter then the first. With a mumble, he nodded his head at her comment about him not having to wear makeup, and felt a slight twinge of content as the Emily look-alike acknowledged his appearance. Or, at least his real appearance, hidden behind ghastly attire and rage from beyond the grave. He closed his eyes again for a few short seconds, before opening them with a new expression, one that brought just a little more life into his eyes then his previous haunted and troubled eyes. Perhaps his new, hidden albeit existent expression could have so been called content, if one so saw fit to deem his slightly easing thinking such. Another emotional twinge tore at his heart when the Emily Look-Alike talked about being dead. It seemed to fall into place for him. She was now alive as he was, a dead person brought back to life, as he very much was. Yet, the idea troubled him. He had been brought back not even a week ago, and had wasted no time at all in locating the first of the four responsible for his and Emily's deaths. It had only been a few days later that he had murdered him, and in doing so acquired the location of the second. In his eyes, he was an embodiment of vengeance, a killer of killers from beyond the grave. Yet, if his purpose back on this world he had so been ripped away from in the near prime of his life was all about cold-blooded murder, why was Emily back with him? She had always been the compassionate one, the one who seemed to carry limitless supplies of love and grace. So, why would she be back here? Surely not for the same reasons he was? Eric shook his head at the thought. Emily was the farthest thing there could ever be from a killer, and it made no sense for her to change now, not even when death had befallen the two of them. He was perhaps the better candidature. He was more emotionally driven, more dedicated, more ruthless once finally given a reason to hate. Eric found himself thinking this over and over as the Emily Look-Alike left the room to the next to find the previously mentioned wedding dress. Eric managed to collect himself with a sigh before pulling himself up onto the bed with a slight groan. The almost unexplainable spell of weakness he had found himself under in the minutes past seemed to be fading, as if adjusting to the possible presence of Emily was finally allowing Eric to gain his strength back. He watched her move into the next room silently, taking in every single movement she made, every single step she took. She was as graceful as Emily, there was little doubt about that. Despite being in little more then a low grade hospital gown, she also seemed to radiate the same poise and serenity that Emily always seemed to radiate in life, regardless of garb and circumstance. Eric shook his head slightly and let out a tiny inaudible growl when his mind inevitably returned to that fateful day in which all was taken from them. He shook his head, his anger welling at the remaining two drunks, and his hatred festering for the dead, coupled with anger and frustration that he could only killed them once. At her request for some help zipping up the back of the dress, Eric couldn't help but let out a tiny smile. With a slight grunt, he pulled himself off of the worn bed and to his feet, amazed once again that he seemed to weigh nothing at all, like he was some specter or something. It was something that had astounded him since he first woke up laying upon his grave. It was clear though that he did weigh something, as the floorboards still did creak below him as he walked through the open door frame in the wall and into the room where Emily's look alike had already donned the wedding dress. Well, for the most part anyway. Nodding, Eric lightly grabbed the back of the zipper before pulling it up all the way. He smiled slightly at the blush on her face, giving little regard as to if she could see him do so or not. The second she turned to face him with the wedding veil on, Eric felt a new surge of emotion sweep through him. It was not a wild and uncontrolled wave like the previous one, nor was it one filled with negative and painful memories like the one he had experienced on the bed. This wave of feeling swept through him, thoughts and memories of Emily filling every fiber of his being for a second or two. He shook slightly and took a step backward out of instinct, yet this time he was not faltering, but rather feeling his old strength bolster through him again, renewing and revitalizing him. He smiled for a second, confident that the person he was with was indeed Emily, his love. The thought of finally being with her again after so long warmed him, and filled his cold heart again with joy, joy he had not felt since the day that the both of them entered the abyss. When she fell, Eric wasted no time in catching her, returning the favor for just a few moments earlier. With a grunt, he hoisted her up into his arms and carried her over to the bed, very much in the same way he had planned on doing so not ten days after the crash happened. With a grunt, he set her down on the faded mattress, cursing the irony all the while under his breath.