A Twisted Fairytale

Slight AU, Yuffentine sort of, A princess is the object of a demon's obsession. There is no prince or white knight to rescue her. And the one who loves her is utterly powerless. Dark fic M/F non-consensual

Disclaimer: Own Final Fantasy and its characters, I do not. Want them, you bet you're sweet ass I do.

B-bump…

He felt dizzy. Whether it was the altitude, the motions of the ship, or fatigue from a recent battle, he didn't know.

B-bump!

Everyone sat around in the cabin of the airship playing a friendly game of poker, tossing back a few shots. Well everyone except Yuffie, she had retired to her bed in hopes of a single moment of refuge from motion sickness. The pot had grown large, consisting of several thousand gil and a few precious materia. He had never been much of a gambling man and decided to sit this game out.

"Damn, Lady Luck is not on my side tonight," Tifa sighed as she received another loosing hand.

"Well maybe if you had agreed to strip poker instead…" Barret teased. There was no doubt that Tifa was desired, if only for physical reasons, by nearly every man she met. She was beautiful, strong, kind, and amazingly well-endowed.

Tifa groped herself playfully, the alcohol obviously getting to her, "It wouldn't be fair. I can't find a bra big enough for these things!"

B-bump!

Cid, Cloud, and Barret were only left speechless given an excuse to stare, mouths agape. Even Red, not attracted to the human beauty, had to take a lingering look only out of morbid curiosity. He was still a male after all. Why not try to grasp the concept of human beauty. Aeris blushed at Tifa's boldness and took a shy glance at her own bosom with slight jealousy.

B-bump! B-bump!

His temples were pounding. The buzzing of the lights screamed in his ears. Their laughter, their very presence was stabbing at him. He excused himself and headed into the darkness of the corridors ahead. He slowly crept towards his room.

B-bump!

The floor came flying towards him, then blackness…

There she was, his princess. She lay there curled into a ball under the blankets. Her little hands were gripping the sheets below her. Her normally glowing face was grimaced due to the unpleasant motions of the ship. He gently took her hand away from the sheet, careful not to graze her with his claw. Her tube-top lifted easily over her head revealing creamy white breasts, small but perfect.

She stirred. He quickly kissed her before she had a chance to protest.

A muffled scream! A monster, a demon! He was touching her, kissing her. He probed her mouth with an elongated tongue. She struggled to push him away, put he simply held her small wrists above her head using a golden claw.

Saffron eyes burned into her, scanning her, devouring her. Yuffie sat up and stared in pure terror. Somehow a monster had snuck onto the ship and now had I ill intentions for her. How could she defeat it? He didn't seem to be weak to any element by appearance. He was physically stronger, probably quicker, and those wings couldn't have been just for show.

"Who are you?" she barely managed to say in a defiant tone.

He laughed. His voice was deep and rich, but so inhuman. It seemed to echo past his lips. With a sudden movement, too fast for the ninja's eyes, he was upon her again, fangs grazing across every inch of exposed flesh. Her protests were loud and violent, but all in vain. Nothing would stop this demon, and her comrades were nowhere to be seen. She resolved to resort to begging, hoping to appeal to whatever heart this creature may have.

"Please stop," she pleaded. "I can't… I've never… virgin," was all she could choke out between sobs.

He gave a wicked smile, "I know, princess."

Panic! Shorts were ripped! Screams! She had to fight, had to win, run, maybe kill. She'd never felt such desperation, and this thing was mocking her.

He didn't hesitate to enter her, breaking the hymen with one simple thrust. A despairing scream erupted from her lips. This had to be a nightmare, this must be a nightmare. But the pain was all too real. With each thrust he became more violent, one claw digging into her wrist, the other her hip. Blood spilled from everywhere.

And she was warm and beautiful. Her whole body flushed, the smell of female aroma resonating from her frail body. She was his. He knew that before, but she proved it when she quit fighting him, realizing it only made it worse. Her body would heal; she was strong in that way, but he had to rip apart that pride. Total and utter submission was crucial to his plan.

As he reached climax, he tore into his neck, drinking the sweet and salty elixir that flowed from it. He claimed his pride. He kissed her neck and cheeks when he finished, trying his best to soothe her. He debated which were sweeter: blood or tears.

"You're mine; don't forget that," he loomed of the shivering girl. One final word slipped past his lips then he left as quickly as he appeared.

"Chaos."

She struggled to her feet, her whole body screaming in protest. She had to move forward. A blanket was draped over her as she wobbled towards the bridge. A small trail of blood followed her. Her hand fell heavily on the key pad, and she collapse into the room.

Everyone rose, quickly regaining sober thought.

"There was… a demon." And then she passed out, the pain being too much for her.

Though Cloud carried her to the infirmary, Tifa and Aeris rushed him out. They went to nursing, cleaning, and clothing the injured girl, cursing themselves aloud for allowing something like this to happen.

The men had separated into two groups in order to search for Yuffie's attacker unaware of the real damage it had done.

"There's no way in hell a demon could sneak on my ship!" Cid boasted with overconfidence.

"Tell that to Yuffie and her wounds," Cloud snapped back at him. Yuffie was the token child of the group. He was hesitant to let her journey at all, but her skill was great. She proved to them that she could be a vital member of their team. Guilt pangs in his chest were unbearable. He was their leader! He should have prevented this!

"Let's just go kill this bastard… can't believe this… fucking flawless security system my ass…" Cid grumbled with a few more profanities that Cloud couldn't quite make out.

"There's nothing else we can do now until she wakes up…" Aeris sighed.

Tifa looked over at the other woman, "I know she'll heal, but who knows what kind of damage this'll do her mind. The kid's tough, but…"

She trailed off not wanting to finish her thoughts. Surely the others would find that beast and kill it. Cloud was fuming when he left. They were all determined, and Vincent seemed to… Vincent!

"Where's Vincent!?" Tifa suddenly asked.

"He said he was ill, remember?" Aeris replied calmly.

"But what if that creature attacked him too?! I'm gonna go check!"

And with that Tifa was off.

Hot water cascaded down his body, and he awoke. Groggily he shook his head trying to get a grasp on the situation. He was in the shower?

"Must've been sleep walking." He resolved as he turned off the knobs. He slicked his hair back out of his face and grabbed a towel.

Knock! Knock!

"Who is it?" He wrapped the towel around his lower body and answered the door.

"Wow," Tifa whispered struck with the vision before her. She'd never thought of the brooding man as sexy before but damn! He was lean, but so very well sculpted. Water droplets clung to every muscle. Wet hair draped and tapered itself to his neck. His eyes were intense.

After a moment of silence, he finally said in a patient tone, "What is it?"

"Oh! I'm sorry," she blushed, "Yuffie's been attacked and-!"

"What?! Is she ok!?"

Tifa was startled. The usually calm man had never shown such passion since she'd known him.

"She'll be fine in time. But there was a demon and we need you to help find it! Aeris is with her now, so let's go look before it can escape."

Vincent nodded and returned inside to dress. He slipped on a silk black night shirt, black slacks, and house shoes. He must have removed his gauntlet before he showered. His arm was greatly scarred from wearing the metal glove, but his left arm had become nearly useless in battle without it. Hojo had made sure that the would never fully recover from the damage. Nevertheless, he grabbed two guns, holstering one, and left with Tifa.

They had searched every inch of the aerial vessel, but the fiend was nowhere to be seen. They had resolved that it had escaped and returned to see Yuffie's condition.

She was sitting up drinking a foreign tea that Aeris had prepared.

"It has amazing healing properties." She insisted. She had brewed it with rue, not having complete faith in the emergency contraception Tifa had provided.

She hid her face in shame when the others entered the room.

'Don't look at me! Don't pity me!' her mind screamed.

She couldn't face her friends. She couldn't face her people. She could never face her father. What a disgrace for a ninja to be so weak!

Then it dawned on her, they didn't know! Aeris and Tifa knew exactly what he'd done to her having dressed her wounds. But the men…

"Please, just let me be alone." She wouldn't let herself cry.

Vincent saw her shaking. He took note of each bandage, and it hit him. Those wounds were from restraint, not attacks. It made his blood boil. It's true she was young enough to be his granddaughter, but it didn't seem to matter as long as he didn't touch her. She was beautiful and full of life. Born to be a killer, but she still held some innocence that a girl of her age should possess. Her optimism and light was so contrasting to himself, but she made him feel like a real man, not the monster Hojo was determined to make him.

This crime would not go unpunished.

To be continued….