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==Chapter II: ''Tear Stained Wedding Dress''==
==Chapter II: ''Tear Stained Wedding Dress''==
As much as Mortimer disliked Don Lothario - dislike was too small of a word, down right hated would be more fitting - he didn't want to get in the way of his own daughter's happiness. No matter how excruciating it was to see her marry a man that wasn't good enough for her, he would just endure it. Cassandra knew what she wanted. If that meant her spending the rest of her life with a man that clearly didn't care for her as much as she did him, then there was was nothing Mortimer would do to stop it.
As much as Mortimer disliked Don Lothario - dislike was too small of a word, down right hated would be more fitting - he didn't want to get in the way of his own daughter's happiness. No matter how excruciating it was to see her marry a man that wasn't good enough for her, he would just endure it. Cassandra knew what she wanted. If that meant her spending the rest of her life with a man that clearly didn't care for her as much as she did him, then there was nothing Mortimer would do to stop it.


Mortimer paced the hallway, considering knocking on his daughter's bedroom door. For years he had kept Bella's wedding dress hidden away. Of course Bella would want her daughter to have it.
Mortimer paced the hallway, considering knocking on his daughter's bedroom door. For years he had kept Bella's wedding dress hidden away. Of course Bella would want her daughter to have it.
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Nodding his head, Mortimer didn't break his gaze from the greenhouse built by heartbreak. If only he could get his old pale hands on that Lothario boy, he would teach him a lesson that he wouldn't soon regret. That, he wouldn't have the heart to do, it would just make Cassandra feel worse. He could understand that.
Nodding his head, Mortimer didn't break his gaze from the greenhouse built by heartbreak. If only he could get his old pale hands on that Lothario boy, he would teach him a lesson that he wouldn't soon regret. That, he wouldn't have the heart to do, it would just make Cassandra feel worse. He could understand that.


His heart was the same, when Bella vanished. It wasn't ready to heal. In it's place was a broken misshapen heart, with no room for anything else but the pain. His sorrow sliced through his skin like thousands of tiny knives. Bella was every where. Where ever he looked he saw Bella, in every little corner, or on every little trinket with in the old dark manor.
His heart was the same, when Bella vanished. It wasn't ready to heal. In its place was a broken misshapen heart, with no room for anything else but the pain. His sorrow sliced through his skin like thousands of tiny knives. Bella was every where. Where ever he looked he saw Bella, in every little corner, or on every little trinket with in the old dark manor.


The words of his son disturbed his trail of thought.
The words of his son disturbed his trail of thought.
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Of course it was all clear now. Now that Mortimer was of no use to her anymore, because he wouldn't succumb to her charms, she had to hurt him. One last dig, to show him that she didn't need him. It wouldn't work.
Of course it was all clear now. Now that Mortimer was of no use to her anymore, because he wouldn't succumb to her charms, she had to hurt him. One last dig, to show him that she didn't need him. It wouldn't work.


Michael's remains were burried in the Goth graveyard, just like any other member of the Goth family. He may not be related to Mortimer by blood, but Michael was the closest thing to a brother that he would ever have.
Michael's remains were buried in the Goth graveyard, just like any other member of the Goth family. He may not be related to Mortimer by blood, but Michael was the closest thing to a brother that he would ever have.


Mortimer stood at his brother-in-law's new grave, holding a bunch of flowers. As he set them down on the grave, he said a few words of respect. "Rest in peace Michael, among family." As he stood up, he added, "And, bring her back to me."
Mortimer stood at his brother-in-law's new grave, holding a bunch of flowers. As he set them down on the grave, he said a few words of respect. "Rest in peace Michael, among family." As he stood up, he added, "And, bring her back to me."
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