*Hello! I know I have another bigger story I am currently working on to finish, but this spurt on inspiration came to while reading a book the other night. I do enjoy writing a more fantasy type story.

Picture the chipmunks as being more human here. Oh. And definitely an AU. Please let me know if there are any questions or confusion (that won't give away any twists) that you all may have. Yes, I do intend to include some nice romance and tension in this story, with maybe even a few tear jerking moments? I'm not sure, but it has been awhile since I've been this inspired to write.

Enjoy! :)

1

Simon let out a long sigh as his fingers dragged across his keyboard. His eyes glanced at the corner of his monitor, indicating that he had fifteen minutes left of the longest day of his life. Well, maybe not the longest. Simon Seville was an esteemed professor. Keyword, was. He moved from America to London a few years back for a woman he fell head over heels for. Now, Simon Seville was a number cruncher.

"And… Send," he clasped his hands together, smiling at the fact that his tasks were complete. A small melody of tings rang in his pocket. The man fished through the pockets of his black slacks, swiping his thumb across the screen a good three times before he was finally able to answer.

"Hey Tiff…" He said as he leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up on his desk. His lengthy legs made the reach look effortless. "Yes… I made dinner reservations. I promise…" He chuckled, trying his best to ignore the annoyance in the woman's voice. "Love you too. See you soon." With one push, he hung up the call.

Tiffany Sims was a beautiful woman. Well, her outward appearance was. Simon met her while he was visiting a few summers back in a library. The two had bumped shoulders and the rest is history. The woman had a rope on Simon, meaning he did as she demanded and didn't ask questions. Some say she's driven, most would call her a bitch.

"Big night, eh?" The voice came from the desk next to him. Barry, a larger man with a kind smile, had become one of Simon's favorite companions over his many years with the company. "Yeah… Meaning I can't get drinks tonight," Simon shook his head a bit annoyed that he planned for two things. Tonight he was going to propose. To… To Tiffany.

"The lassie has a bit of a hold on you. I'll let the guys know the bets are off," Simon's eyes widened at Barry's comment, a red color flushing his cheeks. "And on that note…" Simon stood, giving his neighbor a wave as he gripped his briefcase

Simon cursed as he checked the watch on his wrist. The hands indicated that he was already running behind. "Shit… I still need to shower…" He fished for his keys in his coat pocket, chuckling in relief as they jingled between his fingers. "Ha!" Simon pushed the key into the hole, turning it and relishing in the clicking sound that signaled the door may now be opened. "Thought you had me beat," he said to no one but himself.

The man rushed to the shower, letting the water and soap coat him enough to ensure he smelled decent. He grabbed his glasses, wiping the lair of fog from the lenses as he pushed them up his nose. "What to wear…" He settled for his other pair of dark slacks, the man realizing that that was most of his wardrobe. A blue turtleneck was slipped over his head and filled with his arms.

He grabbed his shoes and jumped, his attempt of stuffing his feet into them. *Bzzz* Simon hurried to the door, giving a weak smile to the woman stood on the other side of the crack he had made. "You're not ready are you," Tiffany said, the annoyance in her voice could not be missed. "Hello to you too, my love," Simon said nervously, "I-I'm just finishing up…" His left hand reached into a drawer next to the door, his fingers fishing for the small box that held a ring. "Ah! Ready!" He flung his jacket over his tall form, the ring box stuffed into pocket.

"You look stunning," he smiled, leaning in to give Tiffany a kiss. Her face moved, giving him only her cheek. "And you look… Well it'll do." She waved him off, grabbing his hand as she pulled him out into the cool, London fog.

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The woman clutched the sheet of her bed closer to her chest, wishing the sound she heard wasn't a creature slipping through her room. She had thought she was hidden, but they had found her. "Asleep… Good yes, better for us," the creature snickered to itself as it pulled its body up next to her's.

Her heart rate quickened as sweat began to collect on her forehead. The creature drew a knife, "Excellent yes yes, aim well now," it chuckled again, the sound raspy and high. "Easy does it…" She flung an arm out, catching the wrist of the intruder. Though she was quick, the woman was not quick enough. The knife dug into her left shoulder. She bit back a cry, using the adrenaline to reach for the knife she kept under her pillow. Within seconds, the creature's blood was spilling over her body, the woman spitting it from her mouth.

She pushed the corpse to the ground, crying in pain as she used her wounded arm. "They found me…" she whispered in a panic. Brittany Miller rushed to an empty wall in her room. She pressed her hand to it and willed it to let her out. When she opened her eyes, the woman was in the dark alley that ran along the side of her current home.

"Ah there she is! How did she get past him?" A deep voice that belonged to a tall man teased. His companion, a short, stocky man with red hair, snickered in response. "Hm. He had it coming, don't you think? Guess it's up to us now…" The candle light of the alley reflected off of their sharp, yellow teeth.

"N-No please…" Brittany pleaded, quickly turning on her heals as she ran. She wasn't sure where she was going and her energy was running out. The blood oozing from her shoulder made her mind spin and her vision blur. I can't hold on much longer… I'm so sorry… She let her blue eyes focus as she looked for an escape.

"I'm not sure why you even consider running, love," the taller man hissed, "you can't run forever…" She bit her lower lip, hoping the voices were just echoes and they weren't as close as they sounded. Brittany found herself at a dead end, the brick wall seeming to mock her as it begged her to accept defeat.

"Not like this…" She closed her eyes, her palm firmly pressing against the cool brick. She gathered the energy she had left, hoping it was enough to get her anywhere but here. "Somewhere safe… Please, I trust you…" She let a tear run down her cheek, footsteps shuffling quickly behind her. Just when she thought she ran out of time, the woman plummeted into darkness.

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Tiffany and Simon rushed through the streets, Tiffany complaining that they were going to be late to their reservation if he dragged his feet when he walked. "It's a big night, Simon," she hissed through perfectly white teeth. "I know Tiff," she interrupted him, "It's Tiffany. You know I hate Tiff." He fought the urge to roll his eyes, "I'm trying I'm trying." She sighed in response, trying was ever enough for her.

Simon went to respond, his train of though derailing as a body fell to the ground a few feet in front of him. His brows knitted together in confusion, the woman just fell from the wall. "Tiffany… Should we stop?" Simon asked. Tiffany shook her head as they approached the lifeless body, her long legs stepping over the form.

"No, that's what they want. They'll drag you into their pity stories and then you're stuck feeding another addiction," her heels kept clicking on the pavement. Simon kneeled by the woman, his eyes taking in the blood that stained her clothes and the blood that seemed to be oozing from her shoulder at a deadly pace.

"I-I think she's hurt. Badly at that," he said as he removed his jacket and ripped out a piece of the inner liner to wrap her shoulder. "I have to take her somewhere safe," Simon flung his jacket on the woman.

"Simon Seville," Tiffany hissed, "You leave that woman there. We'll call the ambulance and they can take care of it." Simon glared at the woman. He knew she was a bit selfish, but this characteristic never passed his mind. "Really? She's practically drowning in blood," he scooped the woman up into his arms, the man already heading back to his apartment as he pulled his phone out to dial 911.

"No…" The woman whispered, "Please don't call… I-I just need sleep… Please…" He didn't ask questions. Simon wasn't sure why he didn't call that night, but something pulled at his mind and told him to listen. He slipped the phone back in his pocket just in time to hear Tiffany yell again.

"The engagement is off, Simon. If you keep walking, you might as well never speak to me again!" And he did. That night, Simon Seville left the life he had adjusted to behind. He left a steady job, a fiancé, and safety behind. That night Simon Seville gave his life to the Reigndom.