This week, Rachel has given us a sentence starter for our prompt.
‘Welcome to the family!’
There were smiles and slaps on the back, jovial banter and hugs.
Everyone seemed pleased to meet him, after all, he had eloped with Elise and this was the first time he’d met her kinsfolk.
But something didn’t ring true, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
Elise was beside him in an instant, taking his arm and leading him up the stairs.
‘Aww, look at the newlyweds. So much in love! We need some new blood……..’
‘Quiet Emma!’ reprimanded her father.
Their chambers were at the end of a long corridor.
On entry, everything was cast in shadows, a fire burning in the hearth. It was like something out of medieval times.
Smiling at each other, they undressed and got into bed.
Allan took Elise in his arms and kissed her, his passion rising.
This was the first time for them, having decided that although they’d both had previous partners, they wanted their wedding night to be special.
Elise snuggled into his embrace, her emotions running high. She wanted to savour this moment.
Pressing his lips against her ear, she felt cold to his touch, despite the heat from the fire.
As he drew back to ask if she was OK, she pulled him roughly to her and buried her face into his neck.
The kiss was like nothing he had ever felt. Blood roared in his veins, and he felt he was going to explode.
He felt light headed, distant, floating. Images began to swirl around him, and downstairs everyone was celebrating their union.
As he drifted into unconsciousness, the flame flickered across Elise, her mouth dripping with his blood. Then he realised what was wrong.
There were no mirrors anywhere.