A sliver and sunlight wedding

a little something i wrote for English class.

The morning was cool and crisp as the rain poured down heavy on us. the wedding had already started but my eyes were glued to the cubic widow, waiting for something disastrous to happen. as the music begin to play, its sweet melody swept over the crowd putting them in almost a trance as they all turned and looked for the bride to walk down the aisle in the bleach white dress done up with glitter. Something felt wrong, terribly wrong. The women never strode even to the door way, and that’s when I heard it. An unearthly howl somewhere between the scream of a human and the screeching of a hawk. Darkness fled the room along with dozens of screams. This is why you don’t marry a vampire, they are so temperamental when they find out the groom is a werewolf.