Blood of the White Witch (35 page)

“Yes, he did,” I replied, and the tears
welled up in my eyes. “Those are the only pictures I have of him.”
Suddenly a thought popped into my head. “I’ll be right back,” I
added, and I hurried out my bedroom door.

I ran down the stairs looking for my mom
until I found her in the family room.

“Mom, did you ever get my wedding pictures
from the photographer in Las Vegas?” I asked.

She gave me a sad look, and she nodded.

“I did, but I didn’t think you’d be up to
looking at them so soon,” she said with a slight frown.

“Can I have them now, please? I really want
to show Krista the wedding,” I explained.

My mom stood up, walked over to one of the
bookshelves, and pulled a large manila envelope off, handing it to
me.

“Here you go,” she said.

“Thanks, Mom.” I smiled and ran back up into
my bedroom.

Krista was still looking at the pictures on
my bed.

“These are our wedding pictures!” I said,
holding up the large envelope. “I haven’t ever seen them before.
Would you like to look at them with me?”

I opened the envelope with nervous fingers
and dumped the contents out into the middle of my bed. My breath
caught in my throat when I saw the many captured images tumbling
onto the surface in front of me.

There he was … my Vance. The photographer
had captured the look on his face when he had first seen me coming
toward him down the aisle. The very moment I had laid my eyes on
him and he had stolen my breath away.

“There are so many!” I exclaimed with joy.
“It’s as if she captured every second of our wedding!”

The tears slid down my face, and I picked up
each copy, carefully examining it like it was a priceless
diamond.

“You look so beautiful in your dress.”
Krista smiled while she looked over them with me.

“Thank you,” I replied, unable to look at
myself since there were so many images of Vance.

“This is wonderful of you to share these
with me. It’s almost as if I was there with you,” she said, holding
up one image in particular. “Have you ever seen a boy more in love
than this?” she asked laughing.

“No, not ever!” I smiled back. “I think that
one is going to be my favorite of him! I can’t wait to show him
these!”

The words slipped from my mouth before I
realized what I had said, and I saw Krista visibly flinch.

“Oh! I … I …,” I stammered unable to think
of the words I needed to say to cover my horrible blunder.

I ran out the room, down the stairs and into
the garage. Tears were streaming down my face. I pushed the door
opener on my way past, hopped on the motorcycle and pushed it out
onto the carport.

I jump-started the engine and took off down
the road into the dark night. I didn’t really know where I was
going this time until I turned off on the cemetery road. Once I
arrived inside the gates I turned the bike off and strode out
across the grounds toward Vance’s grave. I needed to just be near
him.

The way was lit dimly by the moon, and I
noticed as I approached Vance’s grave that he already had another
visitor, which surprised me.

“Hello?” I called out to the person in the
shadows, not wishing to alarm them with my late-night arrival.

The figure didn’t move, and I began to
wonder if my eyes were playing tricks on me.

“Hello?” I called out again. “Who’s
there?”

The figure did turn this time, stepping from
the shadows, into the moonlight.

My blood froze.

“Vance?” I said hoarsely, recognizing him
instantly along with the tuxedo he had been buried in.

My eyes darted quickly over to the grave
next to him, and I could see that the earth had been moved and
there was now a slight depression into the ground.

“Vance!” I called out, running full speed to
throw my arms around him, crushing him to me in a desperate
grip.

He was covered in dirt, but I didn’t care,
and I kissed him full on the mouth, tangling my hands into his
hair.

“You’re alive! You’re alive!” I said hugging
him, and tears of joy began streaming down my face.

He reached up then to grab hold of both of
my arms, pulling them away from him so he could step back and look
at me.

“Who are you?” he said roughly.

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About the Author:

Lacey Weatherford resides in the beautiful
White Mountains of Arizona, where she lives with her family. When
she’s not out supporting her children at multiple sporting/music
events, she continues to love writing, reading, reviewing, and
blogging. To learn more about this series, or to contact Lacey, you
can visit the official website at
http://www.ofwitchesandwarlocks.com
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