So this is an idea I came up with while listening to the song "A Thousand Years" by Christina Perri. This is a collaborative project between me and BakurasAngel201. I ran the idea by her and she liked it. She actually came up with some of the ideas.
I think this story actually does a good job of explaining why Aphrodite was so invested in Kate's love life, so just bitch about it in the comments, okay?
OWTF!
It started with Aurelia and Fabius, during the days of the Roman Empire.
Aurelia was the only child of Aurelius, a high-ranking nobleman within the Empire. She was beautiful, with pale skin and long brown hair that shone in the sunlight. Aurelia was spirited and joyful, giving good feelings to those around her. She was pursued by many suitors, all of whom she turned down because she had her eye on one man in particular: Fabius.
Fabius was a slave to Aurelia's family, and her favorite servant. His family had served hers for many years, so he was well-acquainted with Aurelia. He'd fallen for her when they were children, but never acted due to their difference in society and the fact that she was his employer. He was a handsome boy with blonde hair and blue eyes.
When they were both fifteen, Aurelia made the first move.
She told him to meet her outside the city that night, and to come alone. He found himself unable to refuse her request, and so he did as she asked. She gave him a whispered confession of love before giving him her first kiss. He gave her a reciprocation of her feelings, and thus began their whirlwind romance. They were together whenever possible, mostly by the cover of darkness, where they'd give themselves to each other.
Unfortunately, Aurelius discovered his daughter's illicit activities and took action.
He sold Fabius to the Colosseum as a gladiator and his daughter into a loveless marriage.
On the day of Fabius's battle, Aurelius brought his daughter—and her fiancé, Claudius—to watch the bloody affair. Fabius fought bravely against the other gladiators, but it was all in vain. No matter how many fights he won, no matter how much blood stained the sand, it was over from the second he set foot in the arena. By the rule of thumb, he was sentenced to death. His armor was stripped from him, his weapons taken, and the soldiers were released. The spectators cheered. Aurelius and Claudius cheered. In their eyes, the bastard slave who had seduced the beautiful Aurelia—forced her into his bed—was going to die.
Aurelia let out a scream as she tried to turn away, but was forced to view Fabius being sliced to bloody pieces by a sword.
A few weeks later, Claudius and Aurelia were married. However, the once-spirited and joyful Aurelia was gone. In her place was a quiet and sullen woman, the perfect 'seen-and-not-heard' wife for a nobleman of Rome. Claudius thought that he had brought out her true womanly nature—quiet, demure, obedient, and his.
In truth, Aurelia was broken.
She was a hollow shell of who she once was, her spirit having died with Fabius in the arena. She let Claudius have his way with her whenever he wanted, not caring whether she lived or died, until the pain from the heartbreak became too much.
One day, while Claudius and her father were discussing business, she grabbed the sword that her father had gifted Claudius on their wedding day—the same one that had ended Fabius's life—and brought it through her belly. Blood flowed onto the floor as a slave—Fabius's sister, Fabia—chanced upon the noblewoman. She screamed, alerting the rest of the household. Claudius and Aurelius rushed in. Although healers of Apollo were called, it was too late. Aurelia cursed the Empire with her dying breath, calling out to the spirit of Fabius in the Underworld.
Although no mortal took her cries seriously, one goddess did.
Venus had watched the tragic affair from the very beginning, and realized that they had deserved more than a few moments in the dark. They deserved to live again, to try again for a fulfilling relationship. She went to Pluto and Proserpina, the rulers of the Underworld, and humbly requested they reincarnate the lovers.
And they did.
Next came Richard and Cecily, both born during what is today called the Dark Ages, in England. Richard was the son of a lord, and Cecily a maid to his sister, Alice. He had no idea he was the reincarnation of a Roman slave, and she a Roman noblewoman. Richard was able to hide his affair from his father with ease until Cecily became pregnant. Despite Richard's efforts, Cecily was killed to prevent an illegitimate child from being born. Much like Aurelia, Richard killed himself with the same blade used to kill his lover and unborn child.
Again, the goddess pleaded for them to have another chance.
After Richard and Cecily came Gemma and Leonardo, a noblewoman and a servant during the Renaissance. Leonardo was murdered; Gemma committed suicide. Next came Roger and Felicity, a lord and a maid in Industrial-Revolution era London. Felicity died while giving birth to Roger's stillborn child, causing him to kill himself out of grief. Fifth in line was Ernest and Lucille—a bootlegger and the daughter of a gangster in Prohibition-era Chicago. Predictably, Ernest died from her father hiring a hitman and Lucille threw herself in front of a train. In the late sixties came Margaret and Joseph, a flower child and a soldier. Joseph died in Vietnam while Margaret died of an overdose soon after hearing the news.
No matter how many times they were reincarnated, it seemed something was always keeping them apart. Death marked their souls, the souls of Aurelia and Fabius. It seemed they were forever doomed to be apart. Hades (Pluto) was becoming impatient. He gave Aphrodite (Venus) one last chance—in the 21st century.
And thus came the final incarnations.
Kenneth, a boy born to a poor family in South Park, Colorado who happened to be immortal.
Katherine, a girl born to a rich family in Young Beach, New Jersey who had an abusive father.
Aphrodite balked when she found that out. For the first time, Aurelia and Fabius's souls were far apart, separated by thousands of miles. She began to think that they were forever doomed to wander Elysium without the other until something happened.
Katherine almost died.
Aphrodite was filled with a new hope—that perhaps they could find each other. She carefully waited until the right moment, watching their every move whenever she could. Her niece, Kimmy, was close friends with Katherine, making it easier to push the two together when they were nine years old. She observed their interactions and their relationships with others, ready to intervene when necessary. Despite some setbacks of Katherine briefly falling for another guy and being afraid to pick between Kenneth and Kyle, she eventually chose Kenneth.
The goddess was overjoyed that it had finally worked.
They were together at last.
This is a little too short and cheesy, but to be honest, I'm just testing to see if I can write a story without dialogue and still convey emotion.
So long and thanks for all the fish!