"Begin," Jack, commanded.
"Dearly beloved of the undead, we gather here tonight to..."
"Would you just get to the point?" Jack snapped as he grabbed Aradia's waist and clutched her next to him.
The vampire stiffened from the indignation. "Do you Jacques Francois Percy take Aradia the Last Witch and Witch Queen as your vampire wife until the day you both die?"
"Gladly," Jack said ignoring Aradia as she stomped on his foot.
The vampire in the robes turned to Aradia who snapped, "Not in this lifetime!"
"That's a yes," Jack corrected.
Aradia opened her mouth to say something, but Jack clamped his hand over her lips only to scream a few moments later when Aradia bit his fingers.
"Why you little!" He cried out and turned her around ready to strike her.
He paused, but only to snap. "Finish it! Finish it now!"
"Okay, I now pronounce you vampire and his..."
The speech was quickly silenced by the sound of screeching tires and a honking car horn. All three of them spun around and saw a large blue BMW barrel right through the wall.
Dax then tumbled out of the front shield, landing firmly on his feet with his fangs and claws drawn. "Sorry mate, but that is my witch!"
"Dax!" Aradia cried out.
"Not for long," Jack shouted and he too bore his fangs. He then raced towards Dax who causally grabbed his wrist and flipped him over.
He got quickly back on his feet and snapped, "She is mine now Dax! All mine!"
"Not bloody likely," Dax snarled.
They circled each other slowly, their eyes not leaving one another's faces. Jack then lunged while Dax tried to dodge him and Jack caught his arm and threw him on the floor.
"You were always weak Dax," Jack sneered, "I see that hasn't changed."
"Want to bet?" Dax eyes narrowed as he grabbed Jack's arm, twisted it, and head-butted him hard. He then turned on his side and kicked him several away.
Jack fell hard onto the ground. "Where did you learn that move?" he demanded.
Dax snickered. "You live in America for a while; you are bound to learn new things. Fighting dirty is a very good example."
Jack raised an eyebrow before Dax sucker punched him in the gut. He then raised his hand and smacked him across the room. Jack growled as he shot back to his feet. He then dashed at Dax and plunged him through the wall. Dax quickly dug his hands into Jack's back and threw him into the dirty wet street. Sputtering with his face full of mud, Jack got to his feet. The two of them once again circled each other, ignoring the rain that continued to pour on them as heavy as buckets.
"You know it didn't have to be like this Dax," Jack said as he wiped the blood from his chin. "Things could be the way they used to be. We could be friends again."
Dax heaved a heavy sigh. "Jack, I say this to you with more honesty than you have ever shown me. From the day we first met, I have never considered you my friend. I never have and I never will."
"Then why did you even bother to hang out with me all those years ago?" Jack inquired.
"Because no matter how terrible things got for me, all I had to do was look at you and know that I was still better off."
Jack's scowled. "How so?"
"Because I have people who actually care about me. I know love and friendship while you know nothing, but hatred and greed."
Jack snickered and tugged the front of his jacket. "Hatred and greed huh? Well that maybe true, but that there's one more thing that I know more than you do."
Dax raised an eyebrow.
Jack sneered before he raced forwards and slammed his fist into Dax's face. "I know how to win a fight."
Aradia quickly threw her bouquet to the ground and raced outside to see Dax and Jack fighting. They were grappling with their hands on each others' throats, their clothes completely soaked to the bone. Jack finally managed to trip Dax and slam him onto the ground.
"You were always weak Dax," Jack sneered, "I see that has not changed."
Dax gasped as Jack dug his fingers into his skin, ready to rip his neck apart.
Suddenly, Jack jerked forward in tremendous pain. He gasped as he swung his head around and saw Aradia.
She was clutching a long stick of wood in her hands.
"And you know what Jackie old boy?" Aradia sneered, "You talk too damn much!"
Jack tried to say something, but without a moment's hesitation, Aradia ripped the stick out. His body then burst into a shower of ash, which Dax tried to hastily brush off himself.
"Bloody hell," He groaned as he got to his feet. "When I get home, I am burning these clothes."
"I can always do that now and save you the trouble," Aradia said snickering.
Dax smiled at her, but then he noticed the stick in Aradia's hand. "How in the hell did you manage to find that?"
Aradia shrugged. "Witches are good luck, aren't they?"
Dax narrowed his eyes.
Aradia sighed and tossed her head. "I have many unique powers Dax, and being able to conjure various elements such as earth, wind, fire, metal, and wood out of thin air is just one of them."
Dax tried to clarify Aradia's explanation. "So what? You basically conjured that thing out of thin air in order to save me?"
"Yeah," Aradia said without missing a beat.
Dax's eyes widened. "You never told me you could do that?"
Aradia shrugged casually. "It never came up."