An Innocent Little Funeral James doesn't know made him go into the church, a small grey stone one with a gently twirling weathervane. It's just he's been running for a long time through thick forests now, and it seemed like a good place to rest. The first thing he sees is the black coffin, the highly polished wood glimmering slightly in the dark interior of the church. He almost laughs when he realizes he's run from a wedding to a funeral, but stops when he remembers that that's exactly what it is, a funeral. The second thing he notices is the remarkable lack of people. There's the vicar, droning softly on, and that appears to be it. James wanders over to the coffin, receiving a quick glance from the vicar, but nothing more. He gasps when he sees the girl encased in the velvet interior of the coffin. She is perfectly, divinely beautiful. He couldn't describe exactly her beauty, for it shifted oddly, the longer he looked at her. A strange urge ran through his body, to reach out and touch this girl. But it was a funeral, she was the corpse, that was wrong. Still... It couldn't hurt. James reached out a soft hand, and caressed her face. Suddenly, there was something burning, something horribly painful wracking his body, like liquid fire rushing through his veins. His screams were heard a mile away, where a wedding party was waiting for the groom.