[EMOTE] stands silently before the altar, the dark hood of the robe hiding her face in darkness. Black and red rose pedals are strewn about the floor at her feet. A skull, with an unlit candle atop it is held in her hand. With a gesture of the other hand, the flame springs to life.

[EMOTE] lifts her face slowly, features cast in eerie shadows by the flickering candle-light, eyes gleaming balefully over the assembled throng.

[EMOTE] whispers, "Tonight, we are gathered under the cloak of Mother Night and the eye of her Sister Moon, to bond these two, [BRIDE] and [GROOM], in eternal companionship."

[EMOTE] continues in a low hiss, "From this night forth, they shall walk together in eternity, their cold hands clasped, their still hearts possessed completely by the other. This is not a vow entered into lightly by those who shall not be touched by the withering fingers of time.

The bond is unbreakable. Their blood shall become as one. Should one be struck down, so shall fall the other, but also so bonded, their strengths shall be joined and the love in their unbeating hearts shall fill their dead flesh with an impossible warmth."

[EMOTE] turns to the pale couple before her and whispers, "Turn to face each other, so that you may look upon the visage that shall be one with you for the rest of time."

[EMOTE GROOM] gazes into [BRIDE'S] face, his eyes feral with the knowledge that she will soon be his, completely. As his eyes slowly drink in the beauty of her pale, flawless face, his feeding teeth unsheathe partially in anticipation.

[EMOTE BRIDE] looks back into [GROOM'S] fierce eyes, feeling that not even the agony of the burning rays of the sun could diminish the joy she feels at this moment. The stolen blood of her last victim flushes her lips, making them full and scarlet against her stark, white flesh.

[EMOTE] looks at [GROOM], her lips a grim line as she whispers, "Will you, [GROOM], son of darkness, swear by the very unlife that fills you, by the stolen blood that pounds through your veins, to give yourself completely, utterly, without question or doubt, to this mate? To hunt with, offering always the choicest prey first to her before taking it yourself, because you love her? To spend your days of slumber with her clutched in your arms? If she hungers, to feed her from your own veins until she is quenched? To use your body to shade her should the hateful sun seek to touch her? And if she is taken from you, will you remain by her ashes until yours too are mingled with her own?"

[EMOTE GROOM] looks at [BRIDE] and whispers, "I will do all of those thing and so much more. I will do anything for my dark beauty, my love."

[EMOTE] looks at [BRIDE], her lips a grim line as she whispers, "Will you, [BRIDE], daughter of shadows, swear by the very unlife that fills you, by the stolen blood that pounds through your veins, to give yourself completely, utterly, without uestion or doubt, to this mate? To hunt with, forsaking the choicest prey even when offered, because you love him? To spend your days of slumber protected in his arms? If he hungers, to feed him from your own veins until he is quenched? To use your body to shade him should the hateful sun seek to touch him? And if he is taken from you, will you remain by his ashes until yours too are mingled with his own?"

[EMOTE BRIDE] looks at [GROOM] and whispers, "I will do all of those thing and so much more. I will do anything for my dark lord, my love."

[EMOTE] smiles slightly and nods to the couple.

[EMOTE GROOM] leans close to [BRIDE], pressing his lips against her throat.

[EMOTE BRIDE] sighs deeply and lowers her mouth to his neck.

[EMOTE GROOM] bites down hard into the tender, white flesh of her throat, ripping slightly until her blood gushes into his mouth. He wraps his arm around her and crushes her against his chest.

[EMOTE BRIDE] whimpers slightly and then savagely latches down upon his throat as well, striking a vessel and swallowing repeatedly as his blood fills her mouth. She grips him tightly against her, possessively.

[EMOTE] watches them in grim approval as their bodies move softly against each other in their vampyric embrace, their blood mingling, their eternal spirits intertwining, their bodies becoming as one. She then clasps them each by the shoulder and pulls them apart gently. The bride and groom stare deeply into each other's eyes as they part, gasping hard, their mouth's wet with the blood of the other.

[EMOTE BRIDE] closes her eyes, a small bloody tear trickling slowly down her cheek.

[EMOTE GROOM] reaches out and touches [BRIDE'S] face softly.

[EMOTE] blows out the candle, casting a curtain of darkness over the couple and whispers, "It is done."