The cold streets of Paris were rarely quiet. While a crazed moon laughed at the unfortunate humans below, danger and death often stalked the streets. Chef Francois Adrein ran for his life, knowing that if he didn't get away, he was done for. For years the Chef had decided to stop cooking normal food and instead had been dining off of innocent souls. His actions had placed him near the top of the DWMA list. Now his life was at stake. He knew somewhere behind him was a meister-weapon pair, but he might have lost them in the labyrinth of the city's streets. His evil soul felt a slight glimmer of hope as he started to advance around the next corner. That hope was short lived. Standing before him was a short teenage girl. Her dark hair seemed to be penetrated by the indigo and fuchsia shades of under layered hair that was pinned up away from her face. Her punk-like clothes, ripped jeans leather jacket, and black leather combat boots, seemed to show off her strength and willingness to fight. But what really placed fear into the chef's dark soul, was the weapon he held in her hand. It was a powerful Recurve bow, already fitted with a shaft of pure light.

"Thought you could escape us, Hey Chef Francois?" The small girl asked amused.

"Careful Ivy," a female voice said, seeming to come from the bow in Ivy's hand. "We don't know what he's capable of" the bow said, her voice filled with caution.

"It's okay Sumiko," Ivy replied, grinning at her friend's apprehension, while keeping her eyes on her prey. "We've already won!" She said joyfully as she released the arrow at the cook. It would have penetrated his heart, if he hadn't pulled out a large butcher knife and let the arrow ricochet off its shining metal. Imminently the chef sprinted towards the pair, briefly dodging two more shots from the bow. He was upon them in a second.

"Ivy!" the bow screamed as his knife started to cut its way through the air towards the punk girls heart. Time froze for an instant, and then it happened. A large roaring sound tore through the air, while the ground seemed to heave. The chef fell unto one knee, dropping his knife while a dark shadow seemed to dark towards him. It was another girl, this one with medium black hair. In her left hand was a dagger, white and covered in beautiful diamonds. With a look of delight on her face, she quickly stabbed the chef's heart, spraying blood all over Ivy and her bow. Instantly the man fell on his face dead, while the remainder of his blood soaked the ground.

The two girls stood there silently for a second, not moving. Then the bow in Ivy's hand started to shake. Quickly it changes shape until it was a girl. Her slim figure, her mousy brown hair, even her blue scarf were all sprayed with blood. Her glasses shook as the girls face turned red with rage.

"Carrie, do you know how hard it is to clean blood out of this scarf!?" Sumiko yelled at the new girl. "It's going to take me all day!" She fumed.

"Oh, chill out Sumiko! You look good in red; maybe I should stain all your clothes in blood!" Carrie laughed hysterically. Sumiko started to step back as Carrie laughed harder.

"Carrie, stop." A deep voiced boomed out. As the crazy girl silenced herself, the dagger in her hand transformed. It was a guy with long black hair with white tips. His long sleeveless black coat was thrown over a red shirt and gray jeans. As he shook his head slowly, a long dangling earring flashed in the moonlight. "You're always making messes" he sighed. The young man turned towards Sumiko with a slight grin. He gently brushed away a few droplets of blood from her cheek. "Though I do have to agree you would look beautiful in red" he smile widened when he saw her blush.

"Leo, leave her alone!" Another pair walked onto the scene. A tall girl with short blond hair and gray blue eyes was the one that shouted.

"Lark, I was just having a bit of fun!" He laughed and backed away from Sumiko who was still blushing.

"Hey, I guess we have you two for thanking as well. I mean I was about to get chopped in half if you didn't cause that earthquake" Ivy told Lark and her friend.

"It's no big deal for a demon whip like me," Lark beamed. "Right Abel? Abel" The boy next to her stopped zoning out and turned to look at the group. He was very tall with spiked up blond hair and captivating amethyst eyes. Even though he was only wearing a navy short sleeve shirt with his jeans, he didn't look at all cold in the late autumn air.

"Oh, sorry. Yeah your plan worked well." He said calmly while Lark's smile widened.

"See! I knew all along that we should wait until the chef was determined of his victory and then create an earthquake while Leo and Carrie attacked" the blond said happily.

"What!?" Sumiko and Ivy shouted at once.

"I mean it worked didn't it?" She said quickly, trying to defend her plan.

"Yeah, but we almost became lunchmeat!" Ivy countered angrily. "I ought a…"

GRUMBLE! Everyone turned towards the source of the noise: Abel's stomach.

"What, I'm hungry." Able told them coolly. "Can we go get something to eat now?" He asked. Everyone smiled, the former tension forgotten.

"Come on," Sumiko smiled "I guess we owe you, so lunch is on us" she announced as the group cheered. Then as quickly as the group had formed, it disappeared into the dark of Paris.

Hey thanks' for reading! If your OC has not appeared yet, don't get upset because I only have introduced a few of the characters in this chapter, while others won't get introduced until the next one or two chapters. It doesn't necessarily mean I don't like your characters as well as these (for example; Kid didn't appear until episode 3, even though he's the second best character in the entire series), it just means I have something else planned for introducing them. I have decided to be gracious and if you would still like to make an OC, I have decided to post the form on my profile for one week. After that, I will not, WILL NOT, except anymore OCS. Thanks for reading again, Knight of Nights*