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Summery: Cinderella and Beauty and the Beast, Final fantasy 7 style, but darker. Cloud is a vampire prince who is has to marry but the end of winter. He holds a ball to find a bride, but all he sees are meals, untill one, perfect younge woman catches his eye. Will she accept him and his vampire ways or is Cloud doomed to marry one of his family's choosing, and who is she, really?

Auther's notes: To put it simply, the fic is a Cloti. Seriouse Aerith bashing and some borrowed characters. AU aka alternate univers blah blah blah. You'll get the picture when you read.

It was a snowy morning at the kingdom of Alexandria, city of the ancients (it was used in one final fantasy, why not know. It's my real name too). Snow was all the eye could see from the Cloud's balcony. As he paced furiously on the marble tiles, anger evident in his piercing saphire eyes, full of mako energy.

"How could they?!?!" Cloud bellowed to nobody in particular. He had just come back from his parents' throne room with information that he was to be wed. Not ready for marriage, he begged and pleaded with his parents to reconsider. It was a sad sight. For sich a proud and powerful man to beg for anything. So sad that his parents made a compromise. If Cloud could find a wife before the end of winter he would have to let his future bride be desided on by his family. With no other alternative he accepted, such a task would be easy for a man like him, or would it.

For every woman he's come across, wether human, mutant, or demon, after a week at most of her company he would get bored and look for another. Here was his dilema. He had to find a woman who was either, a, stupid, so he could have his fun without her knowing or b, find a woman and fall in love. But that was not likely, so he was stuck with choice a.

A plan was forming in Cloud's head as he stoped pacing and looked on toward the city he would come to own.

Tifa's POV

It was a winter wanderland at a small manor and the baroness and her daughters were enjoying every minute of it, all but one.

A young woman worked quietly in the snow. With her long dark chocolate brown hair tied into a bun and only a second hand, ragged gown to keep her warm. Slight frost bite tainted her flawless pale skin. She worked on the animals, feeding and caring for them like a mother would her child. She made sure they were warm and that the recieved the right amount of food.

"Tifa! Stop playing with those filthy animals and feed us, you worthless girl." the baroness ordered. An old and hollow woman she was. She wore a gown of the finest furs. Her silverblonde hair tightly coiled into a bun and covered with a black velvet bonnet. Her wrinkled skin was held firm and tight by a concoction of eggwhites and other materials. A crimson paste covered her chapped lips. Her face held no emotion. With her green eyes narrowed into a glare.

"I'm cold and hungry! Get me something warm to eat!" one of her daughters added. She was the eldest and most beautiful compared to the other. With her long honey brown hair braided and put in a high ponytail. Clad in pink. She would strut around and batter her emerald green eyes, like she was an innocent angle around men. Only women knew what she really was, a treturaous snake, no, not a snake, that would be a compliment, she was the devil. Her name was Aerith.

"Yeah!" said the other girl. Her plump body, clad in yellow, and her emerald eyes hungry for food. With short chestnut curls that bobbed up and down with her movements. Her name was Buyo.

"Right away stepmother, Aerith, Buyo." Tifa responded and jogged off to cook them a warm lunch.

Once inside she cooked some porage and made some sandwiches for them and set the table. Tifa hummed happily untill she heard the sound of the front door knocking. Puzzled, she rushed to the door and opened it only to find a messenger from the palace.

"A message from the prince." was all the small man said as he pushed the letter into her hands and remounted his horse to gallop to another home.

"Hm, I wander what this is about?" Tifa's melodic voice questioned. She called her step family to the table to eat and present the message.

"Well, what's it say? Tell us you stupid girl!" Aerith hissed.

"Yes ma'am." Tifa took a deep breath and read:

His Royal Majesty the Prince is holding a ball. He kindly requests you and every eligable maiden to attend.

"Is that all, stepmother?" Tifa asked as she folded the letter back up.

"For now, yes, you may go."

"Um, stepmother, do you think it possible that maybe, I could...come to the ball?" Tifa squeeked, twiddling her thumbs with her ruby eyes cast downward.

"What, you, go to a ball, well that's perposterous!" the baroness laughed, as did her daughters. "And why would you wan't to go to the ball?" she continued with an evil smirk.

"I...always wanted to see what it would be like... and I completed all my tasks... I've just finished my own dress...and I....well...I wan't to see who I serve and..." Tifa stuttered.

The baroness thought about this for a moment and an evil idea came to mind. "Very well, you may come with us."

"Really!?! Oh thank you! Thank you so much!" Tifa cheered with tears of joy in her eyes as she embraced her stepmother and ran off to her room.

"What are you doing!?!?!" Aerith exclaimed with such fury.

"Taking care of a problem. Isn't it true that the prince is looking for a bride?"

"Yes." Aerith was still out in the blue.

"And isn't it true he is part vampire?"

"Yes" Aerith began to realize the idea.

"Then all we need to do is get him to know you, offer the girl to him in exchange for the place as his bride."

"You are truely wise mother." Aerith squeeled.

End of chapter 1.