Forever is not long enough (Daniel and Ever wedding Invite)

[Wolfgang]

Uh oh, he had surprised her, he felt both triumphant and apologetic for that; she seemed so thrown by the thought of being caught out. He left her finish her small ramble, it was usually best to do so, if not a little embarrassing for the speaking undergoing a belt of word-vomit, but he didn’t mind. “I forgive you,” he said, after all he was guilty of the same thing; sneaking away from Cancun to come to the wedding that was. “It seems I too have double booked, not to matter, we will just have to extend our stay in Cancun a bit longer,” he teased.

He was happy to know they had an easy way home, that Superbia could teleport the two of them because he hadn’t really thought that far ahead. He closed his fist and his left hand on that balled flesh; the muscle Superbia had put her hands around tightening beneath the material of his jacket as he turned back to look over his shoulder at Sirene, he couldn’t leave her sitting there all alone and it seemed Superbia was comfortable so he summoned his newest childe with a wave, hoping she would come and join them.

Weddings were the only events Wolfgang ever tended to show up early for, though he hated all the waiting around that followed, he didn’t like having to sneak in late or chance the ceremony commencing before he was able to arrive; that would be mortifying. He turned back to face the front and leaned into Bee to whisper something before Sirene joined them. “I don’t like weddings; poke me if I fall asleep?” Of course he was only teasing, there was no chance of him drifting off, especially seen as this wedding night belonged to Ever, one of his beloved childer.

[Renegade (DELETED 4291)]

Beau had been dreaming of a pretty blonde thing when a buzzing sound dragged him out of his slumber. Groaning, Beau rolled over to hit whatever was making that obnoxious sound, only to smack his hand on top of his cellphone. The cowboy opened an eye, grabbing the piece of technology to unlock it and see what was going on. It was an alarm, letting him know that something big was going on.

Wedding. Ever and Daniel. Attend or risk your life. the screen read.

“Well ****!” Beau exclaimed, jumping out of bed. His blanket had been wrapped around his feet, however, and instead of being graceful, the man fell to the ground with a thud. Thinking of what his sire, Ever, would think if he, her only childe, missed her wedding, Beau wrestled with the fabric. When he finally managed to free himself from the clutches of the blanket, Renegade took off on a dead run to the bathroom to jump into the shower. There, he went through his daily routine. Turn on water. Undress. Jump into the too cold water. Shampoo hair. Rinse out. Scrub body with soap. Jump back out.

At this point, Beau would normally pull on a pair of blue jeans, slide on his **** kickers and throw on a flannel shirt. Normal, everyday wear. But you couldn't wear that type of thing to a wedding. At least you didn't if you wanted to make a good impression. He was sure that he wasn't going to know any damn person at this wedding, but he'd be there for the sake of Ever. And he was sure glad that she was marrying someone who seemed to be nice enough to her. With his mind on getting there and getting back, Beau pulled on a pair of black dress pants, the only pair he owned. With the fly zipped, Beau grabbed his black dress shirt, pulling it on and tucking it into the waistband of his pants. Next came the belt, with the big ol' buckle in the front. While he was setting out to make a good impression, there were just some habits ya just couldn't kick. He found a pair of somewhat dressy black shoes and quickly tugged them on before he bolted out the door, ready for this wedding.

When he reached the place this wedding was going to attend, he quietly slipped through the doors. He had already made a fool of himself once, there was no need to do it again. He found a seat towards the back, sliding into it. Well, at least he wasn't late.

[Eva]

Lyonel stood at the tall dresser fixing the cufflink at his left wrist. It was nearly a month ago when he did this for his own wedding to the most incredible woman on the planet. He smiled at the thought like an idiot still enamored with the one woman who knew how to put a grin on his face and keep it there. Yes, she was really that amazing and he didnt let her forget it either. He stepped towards the dressing room and didn’t hear anything so he figured it was best to get the suit jacket on and search for those shoes he last spotted a month ago. He nearly broke his neck tripping on one of them in his walk in closet. Snow hopefully had not found the other or worse yet, Amira. Those two could easily make a man be barefoot if he wasn't careful. He slid on the black jacket and went hunting for the shoes.

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Eva sat at her dressing table the monitor glowing in front of her, it seemed a simple thing to replace the mirrors with such gadgets but she missed her own reflection however useful it was not the same. She brushed her long dark locks aside and fastened the earrings to her ears. There she was done she thought the jewels shown in the light sparkling catching the green in her eyes and making them seem even brighter. The Indian style dress simple and pale cream colored nice but by no means would she outshine the bride. “Lyonel … Lyonel?” she called “Are you ready yet love?”

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He was already standing back in the doorway with a his knee up tying his slobbery shoe. He finished the quick task and growled and grumbled something about fur, saliva and sledding but wasn't totally audible. He dropped his foot down and wiped his hands with a wet wipe then leaned over and sanitized his shoe. "Always ready when you are." He tossed the wipe into the waste basket as he made his way to her. The woman was more beautiful each night his eyes opened. He paused looking her over then leaned in and kissed her lips. "You are stunning."


Eva laughed softly god he was so handsome she didn’t think that he really knew it, he went on in life oblivious of his obvious charm and good looks. The boyish way he sometimes displayed threw people off when it came down to business he was all there. She loved him to death he was one of the most amazing people she had ever met every day was new and different with him and she loved him for it . She put a hand on his elbow “Shall we go then Should I drive or you?”


He couldn't help but smirk as his hand drifted to curl at her hip and pull her in close. "You can drive. I drove last night." That was all he needed to give that wink and open the door for his wife to step out first. "I will enjoy the view while you get us there." Indeed he would. He was certain it would not be a slow ride either. One thing about the woman he married...when it came to driving there was nothing that stopped or her stood a chance in her way. Hell that was pretty much for everything else too.


Eva glanced over at him as she sped through the busy streets she knew the location it was some sort of botanical gardens a really nice spot for a wedding. They were due there by 8 she thought they might make it on time. She pulled the small sleek sports car into a parking space near Thornside park in Honeymead. ” This is it darling we walk from here” she pointed to the large building next to West towers . “We should have stayed at your apartment last night saved us some travel time “ she smiled and joined him on the other side of the car .





He tried to ignore how fast the streets changed, the rapid corners she navigated the silver sports car around and general nausea taking over his body. There was no way they would be late. If she drove any faster chances were that they could be the first ones there. He didn't let on that being trapped inside the vehicle after a high impact wreck would make them like sardines in such a small vehicle. She was beautiful and happy and he was a lucky man even if he was encased in steel and rubber with her indefinitely. He opened the door and stepped out. His hand raked through the top of his head then rested a moment at the back of his own neck. He eyed the car and found it to be spotless. "You shoulda been on the NASCAR Circuit." He held out his arm bent at the elbow. "Let's do this."


She looked around as they entered The place was pretty full many she hadn’t seen before .She held onto Lyonel as they spotted the Old man .. He was as dapper as ever she could see how good the man looked very few have seen the killer side of him the cold face of indifference as the bat descends toward your skull. She had put all of that behind her but still that memory of how he could be was something to never forget. She looked at Lyonel as they both headed toward their sire .


Lyonel walked proud as he walked Eva inside. This was their first appearance since their own wedding. Daniel and Ever had been in attendance and now he was proud to be invited to witness the happy pair in beginning their own eternal bond. He scanned the room and searched for anything that could disrupt such an event. He wished the couple to have a memorable and beautiful start just as they had a month ago. He found their sire standing out as always at the same time Eva spotted him. Naturally they both made their way to him.

[Cupcake (DELETED 180)]

A part of her wondered if it would have been in her best interest to put on sunglasses. Yet, she knew it wouldn't do much in the idea of keeping her identity hidden. It wasn't as if there were tons of people walking around in this city that looked just like her. She was bound to be recognized and recognized she was. Her eyes followed Wolfgang's path, examining the man's actions. For a moment, she eyed the woman that was in his attendance, wondering who she was while squinting to get a better look. Ah, one of his newest childer, how could she not have known? He winked at her even as she continued to watch him. Not wanting to be a rude, *****, Decklyn wiggled her fingers toward him. Yes, she acknowledged his presence in return, just as he had acknowledge hers. But just as he didn't make efforts to come and speak to her, she didn't budge from her position in the seat.

He respected her wishes to be distant because he of all people knew how she felt about weddings. It only made her love the man even more. His actions were always confirming her realizations that he was one of the most important people in her life and probably will always be. That was enough gush from her brain.

Once she was done stalking the male's every move, she began to peer around the place, taking in the sight of everyone else. More people she recognize were coming in. Yes, she recognized them and even knew their name, but she couldn't even consider them acquaintances at least. Bringing her hand to her face, she sighed and grumbled under her breath. Oh, how she would appreciate if this wedding would just get going. She'd feel like **** if she left before anything happened. It was best to wait it out, Decklyn knew, but it didn't stop her from wanting things to pick up. People needed to hurry the **** into this wedding. Plus, the back was starting to get crowded.

Decklyn peered over at the male who also sat in the back. She wasn't too sure who he was or if they had even met before. Either way, he was hot. At least, she had something good to look at while she sat, desiring for the show get on the road.

[Sirene (DELETED 4465)]

Following him, her eyes continued to gaze around taking in the richness of what others were wearing and the decor. It seemed this was no thrown together event but one carefully planned and given all thought and detail to. The eye for detail was enough to give her a warmer smile, despite the nerves still flinging around inside of her.

All to soon they, or rather she was seated as he murmured he'd be back and then gallivanted off a few aisles to sit next to what was a stunning woman from the back. At least her instincts about others had been right on track there. For a moment, one of many that had caught her in the last few weeks, she wondered if any of this was real. Somehow she was no longer just a hotel concierge working her way up to be something better in New York. No, she was now someone that Cedr..Wolf rather, personally seated before moving off.

With this came the hilarious second part of the thought, what if instead of her, Kerry had been the one who ended up a vampire. A soft chuckle came out at the thought of the giggling twit bouncing her way around, trying desperately to cling to him while trying to get all the attention. Relaxing a bit in her chair, she quickly took out her lipstick and retouched her lips before continuing to gaze at the room that was now starting to get a trickle of people wandering inside.


Her eyes happened to glance toward Wolfgang once more as she saw him wave her over. Hoping she had squished her nerves enough to not be an idiot now, she got up and walked over, sliding into the seat on the other side of him. Giving a polite smile to the woman he was with, she murmured "Hello" and decided she shouldn't be too forward. Wolfgang had given her good advice after the turning, which was to be careful how you acted since it seemed this place could become a small town fish bowl quicker then it took to kill a lobster.

Seeing a couple heading towards them, she pasted on the polite smile and wondered if these were people who were ..related to her. She squirmed in her seat, trying to get comfortable with the ideas of this new world she was in. Being suddenly related to a bunch of people she didn't know was strange enough without the whole blood drinking thing. Settling her purse with guns more comfortably again, she let her eyes take in those who were arriving. Wondering if any of these others were also now related to her.

[Jacob Regan]

Jake had read the invitation and had given his congratulations. He did not intend to go, weddings really was not his thing but when he couldn't find Red anywhere and followed her scent here he ducked in after her. A good thing that he'd been in a business meeting with associates earlier for it saw him dressed for the occasion.
Well not exactly for the occasion but it would have to do.

He followed her scent ignoring most everyone till he found her and slipped his arms around her.
"Hmmm, hello Red. You could have said you planned to come." He smiled and kissed her neck as his arms slid around her waist. "So excited are we." Jake smiled for her and claimed the seat next to her, his smile was knowing and teasing as he referred to their own plans. As he took a seat he finally to a moment to look around. He saw a few familiar faces, yet only one he was surprised to see. He'd thought the man gone from this realm from all the rumors he'd heard. It wasn't that Jake knew the man well, yet the two have met in passing and it hadn't been unkind. Yet when stories started and whispers roamed Jake felt sorry for the man because he'd been through similar ridicule.
He caught Wolfgang's eye and nodded a greeting before returning his attention to Cagey.

"I should have known I'd find you here when I could not find you anywhere else," Jake teased her. He knew she had a softer side and he adored that about her because it was genuine, real and not a false pretense worn for appearances. There would be time enough after the ceremonies to catch up with the few faces he recognized and to meet some of those he did not. Damn it he should have had a smoke before coming inside, should have had a bite to drink too. Oh well, later would be time enough. With his arm comfortably around Red's shoulders he surveyed the room and decorations, it looked grand and elegant.

[Cagey Lane]

She felt him before he even spoke. Her green eyes darkening with just his touch. She turned to smile at him as he slide in next to her . Her small fingers slipped over his leg to lace her fingers within his larger ones. She was a bit disappointed not more of her family had shown .

"I am glad you came my wolf. I have to admit I am very excited yes. This just makes it more so. Patience has never been one of my strong points Im afraid. I wanted to be here , the family needs something other than what has been going on. "

Resting her red flame on his shoulder , she sighed contentedly waiting for the bride to show. Nothing was more beautiful than a woman about to marry .

[Azraeth]

There was some part of Bee that knew Wolfgang was kidding about falling asleep, as evidenced by the way her lips turned in a smile. There was no danger of her taking him seriously in that regard – because she was well aware of how Wolf felt about his lineage. On some level, that’s a big part of why she enjoyed spending time with him. For years, Bee’s line had been the only thing she had lived for. They both had a focus on ‘family’ as it applied to the more scathing vampiric world. Rather than respond to him, she simply squeezed his arm, and when Sirene gave her a quiet hello, she extended a hand.

“Superbia of Worthington and Dragomir.” She said, choosing to go with her bloodline by way of greeting. Bee was, by most accounts, one of the more tame members of society. There had been a time when she had fought, but her mind was better suited for tactics than it was for memorizing things like physical strike patterns. She was a ‘planner’ the sort of woman who always had a plan going into a situation, and it had seen her rather safely on the ‘winning’ side of nearly every conflict she’d been involved in. Not that she would have bragged. She found that habit to be absolutely boring. She had besides, given up on nearly all her urges to mold the world by force.

Her role often came in the form of service to others. It was an imperfect methodology, but one she was keen to, none the less. It left far fewer bodies or piles of ash.

She was, in that way, perhaps near opposite of Decklyn. Ironic, considering that they came from the same bloodline. Where Decklyn seemed set upon isolation, and her few forays into the public sphere had been marred by some level of rejection (Namely when they applied to Rocklin), or violence – Bee was a community builder. She brought up people around her. Attempts had been made at a few points in the past for the pair of them to get to know each other, but Decklyn always seemed to have her own agenda – not that the Dragomir could have minded this. She just didn’t believe in pulling teeth to get someone’s attention, and so she hadn’t even taken note of the woman when she’d entered. Not a conscious act against her. Just no interest. And Decklyn probably had no clue who she was. Probably a good thing.

Bee glanced up to see Eva and Lyonel as they made their way towards the little group. She recognized the former because she had performed a few rituals for the woman, but she had only had minimal interaction with the latter – all of which had been through Velox Nocte. She turned a smile upon them, so that when he greeting with Sirene was done, she could glance to either side as if to invite the pair to come and sit.

[Wolfgang]

Wolfgang nodded to Robert and his friend before bowing his head slightly. He felt Bee’s hands tighten about his arm as spoke to Sirene, his newest childe. He looked ahead of the two as they spoke and only seemed to drift back into consciousness when the pair’s attention went to Lyonel and Eva who had just arrived looking as lovely as ever. Wolfgang stood up and moved from the row of chairs out into the aisle to shake Lyonel’s hand and kiss Eva on the cheek. “Well don’t you two look a treat,” he beamed, taking a step back as if to look at them better together. “You make a good couple,” he nodded and then pointed to the row he had been sitting in with Sirene and Bee.

“Have the two of you met Sirene yet? I didn’t turn her long ago, play nice,” He winked and then walked by the two of them. “I’ll be back in a few, make yourselves comfortable!”

With that Wolfgang walked down the passageway and out the front doors. He lit a cigarette and brought it to his icy lips careful, taking a drag before putting it out on his palm. He dropped it then and made sure it was out by crushing it under the tread of his shoe. The man didn’t like mushy stuff let alone weddings and as the place seemed to get more and more crowded he seemed to remember just how uncomfortable they made him feel. Mr too cool for school couldn’t let on of course and he didn’t really want to smell like cigarette smoke, so he blew the lungful he’d taken up into the air and returned to the venue.

A roof-top wedding in a flower shop; who would have thought. Instead of going straight to the crowd of friends and family he had left to themselves for a time, Wolfgang slipped in beside Decklyn and took one of her hands. “How you holding up?” He whispered, giving her hand a light squeeze. He hated that the woman was sitting all alone; she had been a part of his line for a long time, longer than some of his childer even and she meant the world to Wolf.

[Lyonel]

Lyonel: Lyonel held his hand firmly at Eva's hip. His celadon eyes were on those they passed giving a casual nod but each time he did the length of his fingers curled a little more at the woman he had the pleasure of escorting to the wedding. The sway of her hip as she stepped was predictable and perfect. It was his belief a man who loved a woman knew just how she moved in the simplest of steps and never allowed it to become something he took for granted beneath his hand. Another step forward and he was already finding another reason she had his full attention. She captured a roomful of people and it was he beside her that was still feeling like the luckiest man to walk the earth. He spotted the "Old Man" as he fondly referred to their sire approaching. He let go of the hip and exchanged it for a firm grip and shake on Wolfgang's hand offered. He spotted the woman known as Superbia with him and gave a warm smile. Seems there was a new West in town thanks to Wolf. He eyed her slowly and couldn’t help reflecting how he felt when he stood in the presence of Dia, Drake, Shade, Matilda, Eva and of course the rare appearance of the woman known as Velveteen. Sirene would be in good hands. Several in fact. One thing he never lacked in the beginning was someone having his back. They looked out for him and saved his *** more than once. Fresh and clueless he had all the help he could ever need whether he wanted it or not. The young woman would get the same from him as well. He smiled and extended a hand out towards the woman. “Welcome to the Wild West’s. I am Lyonel or Lyon. Either one is fine or feel free to choose few other names depending on which West you ask.” He chuckled hoping she didn’t ask two in particular.

Eva: Eva’s arm wrapped around Lyonel’s back the smooth material of his suit brushing against her arm. The smell of blossoming flowers filled the place and you could hear the trickling water in the distance. This was a beautiful spot for a binding but she wouldn’t have traded hers on Vegas for anything. She smiled a even broader grin until she broke out into a right out laugh . She looked at the woman Wolf had introduced as a sibling “Nice to meet you Siren I do hope he was nice during your Turning he can be a down right cad at times.” She smiled warmly at the woman. She glanced at the approaching woman that was next to Wolf. “Superbia its nice to umm see you again.” She didn’t quite know what to say the last encounter she had with this being… they were in a different form quite male and masculine. She smiled and offered her hand to the woman. “Wolf its good to see you We aren’t going to get a repeat performance are we? I’m sure your voice has recovered “ She smiled a even broader grin until she broke out into a right out laugh .

Lyonel: Lyonel glanced around wondering if he could catch sight of Daniel before the ceremony began but knew that was not likely going to happen. Eva speaking to Superbia caught his attention and he stepped back in a little while adjusting his cufflink. He had never formally met the woman but it seems that his wife had. His sire repeating his performance of singing at the wedding became a topic and Lyonel nodded. The man could sing and it was certainly a surprise just how well Wolfgang could deliver a solo. "That was impressive and really meant more than you will ever know." Lyonel meant it. It was the last thing he would ever have expected to see. Wolfgang West busting out singing an Elvis classic tune better than the King himself. Again he scratched his jaw giving that thought as well. It was pretty cool. Was it a bad idea if it happened again?