Regular disclaimers apply.
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
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.
It was a winter wanderland at a small manor
and the baroness and her daughters were enjoying every minute of it, all
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
End of chapter 1.