Gatoris went to the kitchen. He was hungry for breakfast, and ‘hungry’ was being kind. He had an appetite like you wouldn’t believe. He was trying to remember the last time he ordered the pantry stocked. He then remembered he had NEVER ordered the tonberries to get food. He hoped he hadn’t run out. He opened the pantry door and was shocked to see it full to the ceiling. He found a note on the inside of the door.

"Prince Charming"

I noticed you forgot to go shopping in a while. Before we left for the other Amlathea, I asked your servants to stock up. So now our roles have reversed....

Your beautiful lady,

C.

Gatoris scratched his stomach and laughed. Suddenly he heard a voice behind him. "Getting forgetful in your old age, eh Charon?" Gatoris turned around. "God, I haven’t used that name in..." "Two thousand years. Isn’t it a kick?" Almathea giggled. "Yeah. A real blast..." Gatoris was remembering that life. "You realize if it wasn’t you or Angelette, I wouldn’t have gone after you that night..." He mumbled. "Hey, it’s good to know friends care." Aerith walked into the pantry. "Reminiscing again? Which life now?" she asked. "Take a guess, Lady Angelette..." Gatoris said in a partially sarcastic, partially humorous tone. "I had a feeling that was it,... Garret..." Angelina was talking now. "At least we have a friend who’s good enough to get us food. What will you have, m’lady?" She smirked and pointed at random. Gatoris looked at her choice. "Spam..." he grunted. He then looked closer. Aside from the pizzas and ice cream in the freezer, there was nothing but... "Spam! Alma, did you tell them what to get, or did you let them get what they wanted?" She blushed. "I kind of let them get what they felt we needed." Gatoris could still smell burning flesh from his last experience with the canned meat. "We have to make the best of it..." he muttered.

The rest of the day was uneventful, except Yuffie refused to eat in the same room as Gatoris, for fear of being hit with flying meat. When everyone bedded down for the night is when the real fun began.

Gatoris woke up. e felt something was wrong. He looked to his side, and he began to cry. Aerith was gone. There was a note in blood where she had been.

Gatoris,

Don’t worry, this isn’t her blood. I’m not going to bite her yet. I want you to watch me. The only catch is, I’m going to have fun. I’m not at my castle. You must find me in two days, or I’ll bite her without you.

Your friendly neighborhood vampire Elmdor.

Gatoris was incensed. "That son of a bitch..." he muttered. "...sneaking into my castle in the middle of the night, taking my wife, and just pissing me off in general!" He got the attention of Almathea. "What happ..." she started before staring at the bed. "Not this again..." she moaned. Gatoris sighed. "This time it ends..."

He got up, got dressed, and prepared for Armageddon. "This stupid vampire is going to regret when he was human..." Gatoris was full of rage as he walked out the door. Almathea began to walk out with him. "No, Alma.... This is my battle. I don’t want you to get hurt." he growled without looking back. She didn’t argue. He kept going.

Gatoris searched high and low for Elmdor in his realm. Elmdor wasn’t home, like he promised. he searched from Limberry to Ivalace with no luck. He gave up and returned to his own dimension to look. He began to have a vision... It was the church in the slums of Midgar. Was this the place? The vision continued. He saw Aerith kneeling in prayer. He shuddered, remembering the last time Aerith kneeled for anything. He was running to get to her in time, but he didn’t make it. Elmdor swooped into the way, but didn’t bite her. He instead bit Gatoris. Was he walking into a trap? As the vision continued, he was on the ground staring up. He saw his wife’s angelic face, but something seemed different. He spoke to her, and he saw the change. She softly said "Farewell, my sweet," as she bared her fangs.

Meanwhile, in another dimension, Serena was having troubles studying for class. Something seemed to be on her mind. She closed her eyes, and begin to have a vision of Gatoris. It was similar to the one Gatoris had, but from her perspective. She saw the whole thing: Aerith praying, Elmdor stopping Gatoris, and his final sight as a human. But she saw more. Elmdor snuck up on her, and laughed. She then felt a sharp prick on her neck and passed out.

When she came to, she was still in her room. That was one spooky vision, she though. I need to help him...

At the same time, other people were having similar visions. Rydia from Final Fantasy 4, Butz from Final Fantasy 5, Locke, Celes, Mog, and Terra. They all scurried for their respective portals to Gatoris’ world.

Gatoris walked with an angered purpose to the ruins of Midgar. They had been cleaned up some since he had been there last. He found the area of Section 5 that was accessible. His vision came back in full force. This time he could feel it. The feel of the bite was enough to provoke Gatoris’ transformation into his super-saijiyanish form. He was ready to kill this vampire scum. No one kidnaps his wife without paying, Gatoris thought.

He found the church and entered. He felt a chill go up his spine as he did. He hoped his vision was a false one. He then turned around to see he had companions. "Thank you all, but I will get Elmdor for myself..." he said as her turned back around. When he did, he saw the flowers. He remembered them being more varied the last time. This time, they were all roses... white roses. He picked one and smelled it. "My Aerith..." he muttered, holding back a tear. "I will get you back if it kills me..."

"And I hope it does!" a voice boomed behind him. He refused even to acknowledge Elmdor’s presence. He then heard a muffled voice. He knew instantly to face Elmdor. "Let Aerith go..." he said in a drab tone. Elmdor did as he asked, and threw her at Gatoris. He let her aside gently, and unsheathed his improved sword. "It ends here, dead boy..." Gatoris was enraged, but his voice betrayed this emotion. "Good. I was hoping you would die soon. I’ve had my eye on that lovely woman." Elmdor smirked. "It’s a duel then..." Gatoris spoke. Elmdor readied his blade. "Like my blacksmith’s work?" Elmdor jested. "Yeah. You are going to love mine when you are picking it out of your stomach..." Gatoris said calmly. The two clashed swords for a bit, with no one getting the upper hand. Gatoris had managed to wear a small crack into Elmdor’s sword. His Masamune got lodged into it, and both swords went flying. Gatoris pulled a dagger from his boot. "It isn’t over yet..." he said. Elmdor was out of weapons. "I have nothing but my hands..." he protested. Gatoris being a man who believed in the code of chivalry (and being a total baka in the heat of battle...), put his dagger down. "Then hand-to-hand..." he dictated. They began to punch and kick each other. Gatoris was about to punch him in the stomach when he was kicked in the leg, taking him down. Elmdor let him get up. "My bad knee..." Gatoris muttered under his breath. Elmdor bared his fangs. "Prepare to join me!" he yelled as he lunged at Gatoris. He was unable to move out of the way. Aerith saw what was happening, and pushed Gatoris out of the way. She was subsequently bitten by Elmdor. Gatoris watched in horror as this happened. He grabbed his sword from the ground and hobbled over to Elmdor.

The Marquis of Limberry was holding Aerith in his arms. "Stupid girl..." he muttered. "You weren’t supposed to interfere!" Gatoris grabbed his shoulder, and cut off his head. He then promptly threw down his sword and held his wife. "I’m sorry..." she said weakly. Gatoris was crying. He began an attempt to cleanse her form this curse that was now upon her. "It’s too late... it has begun..." she stuttered. "There’s only one hope left. For your sake and mine, you must kill me." Gatoris acted like he did not just hear that. She grabbed her husband and looked at him. "If you don’t do it now, I may end up killing you anyway..." Gatoris looked at his wife. He could never kill her. Even if she insisted. She gave him his sword. "Hurry up. It’s getting cold..." He looked at his sword, and threw it to the corner. "NO! I will not do it, Aerith! I went through two thousand years of hell to be with you, and you want me to take it away like that?" Sephiroth grabbed his shoulder. "Listen. If you don’t do it now, she’ll kill us all!" Gatoris got up and punched his cousin in the mouth. He then grabbed his wife in his arms again. Aerith’s normally warm skin now was clod and clammy. :"Gatoris, you should have killed me..." she muttered. "I just can’t do it..." he cried. "...I’d be better off dead myself. You should have let me taken the bite..." He grabbed Elmdor’s head and yelled at it. "You should have bitten me, baka!!!" He then chucked it out of the church door. "There’s only one solution now..." he cried. He grabbed his wife’s head and thrust it toward his neck. "...bite me... Make me one with you..." he said through the deluge of tears. She restrained from making contact with his neck. "I can’t do it... I don’t want you to go through the hell I’m going to go through now..." She was crying too. He looked at the dagger on the floor. He grabbed it and slit his forearm open some. "Then just let me nourish you..." Although her instinct was to lick the cut, Aerith refused. Seeing this would not help matters, Gatoris looked at the dagger again. He could not believe what he was thinking: he was thinking of ending his own personal hell, even after what he had gone through the past two thousand years to get this far...

Apparently Jason was reading Garrett’s mind. "Don’t do it. I’d never forgive you." He looked at his friend and sighed. "I can’t live with her blood on my hands..." he cried. He walked over to Sailor Moon, who was standing at the door. "You do it..." he sighed as he handed her the dagger. She looked at him for a moment, and handed the dagger back. "I won’t do it. Even if you treated me badly in the beginning, I have forgiven you." He then looked at the others gathered at the door: Rydia, Butz, Locke, Celes, Mog and Terra. He knew they wouldn’t do it, either. He walked over to where his now vampric wife lay, and looked at her. He grabbed a rose, handed it to her and spoke. "I will miss you..." he said, trying to avoid crying. Gatoris then looked at the dagger one last time. He took it at arm’s length, pointed it to his heart, and paused. "It’s been a great trip guys." he said in an almost happy manner. He then began to plunge the dagger into his heart...

...and then he woke up with a start. "What the hell am I doing?" he blurted out, waking his wife. he looked at her, and cried. "Please tell me you’re not a vampire..." he said. "I wasn’t the last time I checked. Why?" she was scared now. "Nothing." he replied, finally calming down. "... I’ll be right back..." he suddenly muttered, and walked out of the castle.

Gatoris waked into Castle Limberry again. Elmdor, remembering the last time a member of the Tonberry family came to his house, almost wet himself (if that’s possible). Gatoris looked him in the eye, raised his blade, and sliced Elmdor’s head off.