Nekobi: Sry, I just had to start another st. Seiya fic, even though my other ones aren't finished. But, I know this isn't the most interesting or peculiar fic, but I hop you like it. It's my first time making a Marin/Aiolia fic.
Chibi Marin and Aiolia: Mekobi doesn't own St. Seiya! . huggles
Blood, Heart, and Soul; Chap.1 Another bride?
In a small village near Pennsylvania, the village elders sat in council. Every year, the village had to select one virgin maiden to send to a neighbouring vampire who lived in a gloomy castle that overlooked the village. This maid was sent as a sacrificial bride. She was meant as a bride, but everyone obviously knew she was going to be eaten by the vampire, fed on until she died. Or so they say. "Kusano, we must decide and act quickly, for the good of the entire village." A mid-aged man with gray hair addressed an old, wizened man with a head of snowy white hair. The old man sighed and stared at the flames of the fire that flickered and danced merrily before him. After a while of silence, the old man spoke, "yes, I know, Kanoei. But our village is running out of virginal girls. We cannot afford to satisfy that monster's bloodlust much longer. Only one more year at the most. One more year, and our entire village would be doomed." Kusano sighed again, bowing his head down.
"Yes, I understand, but we should stall him for as much as we can." Kanoei replied, anxiety lacing his ton. Both men sat in silence, until....BING! An idea popped into Kanoei's mind. "We can stall him for another year, then during that one year, we will divide the villagers into batches and groups, and move them to another village, group by group so that the monster doesn't notice us. By the end of the year, all of us would have moved very far away, and he wouldn't know where we are!" Kanoei finished with enthusiasm. Kusano stared at him in quiet thought for a long while, then spoke, "Alas, it is easier said than done. Have you considered how the villagers would take it? They will not be pleased to know that they must leave all of their memories and hard work (into building the village) behind, all just to start over again." Kusano despaired.
"I have given that a thought, but better to be rid of that monster and his bloodlust, correct?" Kanoei asked, looking at Kusano. "That may be what you think, but this has been the home of countless generations of families, do you truly think the villagers will give this all up?" Kusano asked, uncertainly. "Perhaps not all, but I'm willing to try and see if they would like this plan of action or not." Kanoei said, determined.
Within an hour or so, all the villagers gathered, and the elders shared Kanoei's plan with them. Most were in favour, though some were against leaving their old homes. But majority wins, so it's decided that they'll put this course of plan into action. However, the fact still remains that they must send a virgin girl to stall. The entire village agreed that Marin, the village blacksmith's so-called 'daughter'. The blacksmith himself was stricken with grief and terror of his adopted daughter's fate. He had raised her, gave her as much education as he could, and sent her to train enough to be a beautiful lady and a graceful, strong fighter. He was depending on her to marry a good man to take over his trade, give him grandchildren to dandle on his knees, and to bury him and give him a funeral when he died. He is in his seventies and pushing onto 80 this fall, and looking forward to pester her( Marin) to marry. But now that he has heard this news and decision, all of his hopes shattered. But even his sorrow can't do anything. The village had decided, because she was the only one who was old enough to fulfill the requirements of a sacrifice.
The blacksmith sighed and took a last look at his daughter. She had grown so old in so little time (to him anyway). His daughter would be sacrificed tomorrow. He looked back at her face, which was covered by a silver mask. He had forged it for her when she was young, so that when she got older, no man would ever love her for her face, but rather for her personality. But now he would never see that mask or the face which lay hidden under that mask.
The next day came quickly, and the entire village was solemn. Marin wasn't some noble, but the villagers loved her dearly. She was smart, and charming. The women of the village dressed her up as a fitting bride, and five villagers accompanied her to the gloomy castle in a carriage.
Meanwhile, up in the main hall of the gloomy castle, a lean, and tall, young man with chocolate brown hair paced about in his fine clothes. He wore a red satin long sleeved shirt with his chest exposed, a wide, rusty brown silk sash-belt( like the ones in pirates of the Caribbean), black denim pants, black leather boots, and a black silk cloak to match. He truly looked a like a mysterious ,dark, Prince Charming. "Just sit down, Aiolia. Your pacing is making me uncomfortable." Another man with dark brown curly hair told his company. He was a bit older, and wore the same black cloak, pants, and boots as his brother. But this man had on a dark forest green shirt, and a golden yellow sash. "I can't, Aiolos. I really want to get the hell out of here and far away from the village's sacrifice. Very year, they send us a butt ugly pig in a wig half buried in white silk, lace, and jewels, and they call that a virginal bride. Don't you remember the problem we had with last year's 'sacrifice'?" Aiolia turned to his brother. "Of course I do. That walking ball of human flesh was a hell lot o' trouble. Caused an earthquake every time she took a step." Aiolos finished with a shudder. A knock on the castle doors cut their terrible reminiscence short. "Oh yay, personal hell is here." Aiolia said sarcastically as a minor shadow of the castle rushed to get the door.
Nekobi: What do you guys think?
Aiolia: I think it's preposterous! One as handsome and so full of honour as me shouldn't b a vampire!!: (
Marin: aww, that's so cute! He's pouting!
Aiolia: Am not! I only frown, I don't pout like a child.
Marin: Do too!
Aiolia: Do not!
Marin: Too!
Aiolia: not!
Marin; You're sleeping outside tonight!!
Aiolia: tears T-T boo hoo!!