The cool crisp night gave no indication of what was to come. She lifted the hem of the gown, while she turned to face the mirror. This was it. The first night of the rest of their lives. All of the months of waiting and anticipation was beginning to drive her crazy. Tonight she, Lisle Faye Williams, would become Mrs. Valmar Black. How long they had waited for this night! Giving her long dark hair one last brush, she turned to walk back to where her family was waiting. Her frantic mother was pacing the floor, looking anxious. “Lisle, where have you been all this time?” she exclaimed. “Everyone has been looking for you!”. The worried expression on her mother's face made Lisle stifle a giggle. “Relax mother, everything is already set up perfectly. I was just getting some air.” “No, Everything is not ready, Lisle,” her mother fired back. “ You still have to do a walk through and the photographer is waiting!” With that, she spun around and strode back to the photographer. Lisle smiled. No one would ever doubt that she and her outlandish mother were related. They both had the same dark brown hair and light eyes. The one and only difference was that Lisle were a stark pale green while her mothers were a pale blue. Her mother always did get nervous at events such as these. But not her. This was the happiest day of her life. She sighed as she looked down at the ivory- beaded handmade gown that had been crafted especially for this day. The delicate material hung softly around her body, draped in lace and silk. Lisle's head suddenly felt heavy. “Not getting cold feet, now are we princess?” Her grandfather said as he started towards her. A short grey haired man with dark blue eyes, her grandfather had always been one of the few people she could go to when she needed to talk. “ No, Grandpa. I guess this whole thing almost feels unreal to me now that its finally happening.” “Well, you look beautiful my dear. Your father would be proud.” The thought brought tears to her eyes. Thinking of her father always did. Her father died in a car accident when she was four years old. She could still remember the way his clothes would smell of strawberry cigars and his adoring smile. Lisle was the spitting image of her father and shared his unique green eyes. Oh, how she wished he was here! “Well, this is it darling,” Her grandfather said with a twinkle in his eye. “Don't worry about your mother. You know how she is. You are going to be one happy lady in a few hours!” Giving her a kiss on the cheek, he put him arm through Lisle's. “Oh, I know grandpa... Val is amazing, and I know this is the beginning to a wonderful life I could only hope to dream of.” In the background the music began to play as the large metal doors opened slowly. The first thought that entered Lisle's head was startling. Something is wrong! She glanced around nervously. The candles and lighting were beautiful. Everything was set perfectly in place. But something was amiss... a strange eerie feeling hung in the air and seemed to drape itself around Lisle's throat. She tried to scream but could not manage to utter a sound. All of the guests seemed immune to the surrounding doom in the air .