"That sounds like the understatement of the century, because I already know that my soon-to-be wife is beautiful!" In response to Darrak's chuckling, Hamish rolled his eyes. He figured that there wasn't going to be much of a chance he would have had to trick the other individual into spilling the beans after all.<br/><br/>For now he had finished his own blood, as he was obviously quite thristy from being only recently turned. "Tell me, Darrak, where do they get these supplies of blood anyway? Honestly, I'm looking forward to biting down into the neck of my enemies."<br/><br/>What he didn't realize about what it was that he was saying, though, was just how true that statement was going to turn out to be. Nor was he sure, of course, of just how fast it was going to take place. There were already people in the compound that someone was going to have to take care of.<br/><br/>Eventually they got to the actual wedding part, and Hamish was certainly enamored with the way that she had looked as soon as she had stepped out. That being said, he still hadn't actually recognized the serious danger that they were all under. Hamish had no way of knowing that anyone was actually thinking of spoiling what was going to be the happiest day of his entire life.<br/><br/>Red was the perfect color for her. It was, of course, the color of blood, which was ideal for a vampire. One might have also remarked, however, that it could instead be looked at too as the color of passion. Considering the direction that their relationship had moved in, a color that seemed to denote passion would have been all too accurate. If only he knew, though, then maybe he could have been better prepared for what was about to happen.