Author's Words: Hello there, please enjoy. I've always wanted to put something supernatural with a miraculous twist. I'm also a sucker for supernatural, so I just couldn't resist to write it. I would love to hear what you guys think.

Disclaimer: Don't own Miraculous Ladybug or Chat Noir.

Miraculous Dark Beauty

"Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody."

― Mark Twain

Chapter one: When Curiosity killed the Cat

I've always been a wallflower when it came to parties and Mayor Bourgeois's party is no different. Here I am, delicately sipping a bitter, reddish punch from my clammy hand-wishing with all my heart that the floor would swallow me up from where I stood.

My best friend, Alya, always told me I'm an observer. She said to me that I didn't live in the moment… I articulate it through a mirror made out of intangible glass. Like right now, I'm standing on the sidelines, watching people flock together like peacocks on the dance floor.

The dresses that the women wore, captivated me like a spell being cast upon me. The way their dresses twirled-looked like gentle waves of the ocean. Who was the designer of those various dresses, and how did they make them look like halos?

My eyes slowly, ever so slowly, lingered away from the gowns. Now, my eyes stared at my parents catering their freshly made desserts to the guests. I was supposed to be right by their side, helping them, but my parents refused for me to do so. My maman told me to be in Cinderella's glass slippers-enjoy this ball that's right out of a fairytale, and look for my own prince charming.

I knew I'm being a stick in the mud for not exposing myself out there. It's just that I don't fit the part at being a princess, or even pretending to be a princess for that matter. I'm Marinette Dupian-Cheng, a clumsy ox who always fell on her own two feet… literally.

Maybe I could pretend for just this one night… pretend that I'm a lady radiating with luck and confidence. I made this dress myself-a red and black polka dotted color, which represented the colors of a ladybug.

Boldly, I leaned away from the wall, marching my way to the dance floor with determination.

Okay, who could I dance with?

I browsed around before I felt a presence lurking behind me like a shadow. I turned and faced my classmate/big crush named Adrien Agreste. I gasped at his eyes-they were green like a pocky green tea-and they were animated like a cat's eye. Also, for a model, he could put anyone else wearing a suit to shame.

"Care to dance, Marinette?" His voice sounded like buttercream.

I gave him a hesitant nod. I gingerly put my hand in his gloved one as I heard the orchestra play another tune of slower music.

I kept my eyes trained on my feet, just to be cautious.

I heard a hearty chuckle. I glanced up and saw that it came from my partner. I wondered what was so funny?

"Something amusing you?" I asked casually, but implied in my tone of voice to express my curiosity.

"You don't have to worry about stepping on my feet because I don't mind," I felt my face flush like a fat tomato for being so darn obvious. However, I schooled my expression before I could embarrass myself further.

"Oh no, I was just admiring the floor," Really Marinette, the floor? You sounded like a total dork to him

"Oh yes, the floor is quite polished," He replied politely with no hint of sarcasm whatsoever.

Adrien Agreste, you're sweet as a sugar cookie.

"How do you like the party, so far?" He asked with a breeze.

"It's nice, I guess. It's not my kinda thing because I don't really belong here," I said without thinking.

He halted me from our dancing. He looked at me straight in my eye and I found myself turning into a pile of mash potatoes on the floor.

"Belonging is not important. However, you belong with these type of people's world more than you think, but you are not vain and conceited like they are." I felt like I was missing something through his poignant words.

"To be honest… I feel like a fish out of water," He finished with detachment.

I couldn't believe it. Here stood Adrien Agreste, the boy who glittered himself in his magazines, and he thought he didn't belong in this sparkling party.

"You're Adrien Agreste," I said lamely.

He looked at me in bewilderment as we started to dance again.

I could feel the stuttering coming out my mouth like word vomit.

"What I mean is, what I mean is, you're not vain at all, just like me. So the both of us belong in this world… Because... They need us." I wish I had an invisible zipper to close my blabbing mouth.

I finally had the chance to talk to Adrien, but I totally blew it from making no sense. However, he seemed to grasp my gibberish because he smiled with those adorable dimples of his.

"Thank you, that really means a lot," He said bashfully.

I made Adrien Agreste blush. I should be given a medal or something.

Suddenly, I heard an all too familiar voice that belonged to the Queen Bee herself.

Chloe Bourgeois: my number one enemy at school-the bubblegum bitch-and the girl who was always attached to Adrien like a leech.

"Adrikins, why haven't you danced with me yet?" Chloe said whiningly as she literally pushed me out of the way with a vigorous force.

"Chloe," Adrien greeted nicely, but I could detect a hint of irritation.

"I'll dance with you as soon as I finish dancing with Marinette," He said to her as he grabbed my hand again.

She put her nose up like a stuck up princess. "Adrikins, isn't it rude to not dance with the hostess of the party first?"

He froze at her compelling words.

"I wonder what your father would think if Adrien Agreste denied a dance from someone like me?" That wench. She was blackmailing Adrien.

Adrien looked at me conflicted as he put his opposite hand behind his neck nervously.

"It's okay, I feel a little dizzy, so you can go ahead and dance with Chloe," I said before I withdrew from him.

Chloe's triumphed smirk didn't escape my notice. I left like the coward I was, so that I wouldn't have to see them as physically close as possible.

I asked one of the butlers where the bathroom was. The older man told me to go up the spiral staircase, then turn right, and you would see the bathrooms at the end of the hall. I complied with his directions before I found myself walking down the narrow hallway.

I knew that if I pour cold water on my face; it would help me cool off and regain my composure. I passed by closed doors before I halted at a wide open one. Curiosity was urging me to go in and take a peek, but my rationalized mind told me not to.

Somehow, curiosity won me over as I slowly walked in. It seemed to be a study: given by the various bookshelves filled with brands of books-with a huge fireplace in the far corner-and portraits that dotted the walls.

The one that really captivated me was this particular portrait, dated around the French Revolution era. What I found quite peculiar was that the woman in the picture looked a lot like Chloe. The same blonde hair, the same cold blue eyes, and an all too familiar smirk playing upon her rosy lips. This must be her ancestor or something because that was the only logical explanation I could think of.

Suddenly, I heard hurried footsteps heading this way. Shoot. I need to hide like ASAP.

I hid under the wooden desk, put my irregular breathing under control, and eagerly waited for them to walk past.

Only they didn't. It turned out they were a couple, looking somewhere more secluded for them to make-out. I cringe when I heard the moans that fell from the woman's throat. Somebody please gag me, so that I could be put out of my misery.

"You're very good at this," I heard the woman purr seductively as they made their way on the desk.

I felt myself blush harder like a rose bud.

"You haven't seen the half of it, beautiful," Suddenly, I heard a piercing scream from her, but it wasn't from pleasure.

Drips of coppery blood tainted the white carpet. I dared to look up from my hiding place before I held in my gasp.

The guy was literally biting her neck…. Like a hungry vampire. He grabbed a tug of her golden locks before he threw her out the window.

The shards broke as the poor woman flew out the window towards her death. I could only gawk at what I was witnessing in heavy shock. I needed to get out of here and call for help as fast as I can.

"Where do you think you're going," I heard someone say as I felt my legs being vigorously pulled.

"Did you ever hear that curiosity killed the cat," The scary man taunted.

"You're not quite a beauty that Hawk Moth is looking for, but he does like young women," He made his way to grab my hands, but I scratched his eyes out with my manicured nails before he could do so.

He let out a colorful vocabulary tumble out of his mouth as I dashed towards the closed door. However, he seemed to compose himself quickly because I felt him tightly wrap his arms around my stomach. I quickly grabbed a nearby book before I whacked it hard on his head.

For a moment, I thought I was going to escape as I opened the door. Sadly, my clumsiness kicked in as I found myself falling on my own two feet.

Damn myself for being so clumsy.

I screamed bloody murder, praying that someone might hear my panicked screams. However, luck was not in my favor, as I felt my mouth being covered from a very pale hand.

"Quiet, you meddlesome girl," The guy said as he pulled me back in the room.

I bit his hand hard, which earned a howl from him.

He craned my neck roughly, inhaling deeply like he was smelling a yummy dessert. Only, this dessert was me, and I was not freshly made from the oven.

"You smell quite divine. You would be quite a beauty when you transform into a vampire, like a caterpillar turning into a beautiful butterfly," I closed my eyes, awaiting my dreadful fate. However, it never came when I felt my neck not being touched anymore.

"You do not touch her," I heard a heavy growl that sounded like a wild animal.

I dared to glance behind me before I faced a man holding a baton. He had on a leather suit, with cat ears on his blonde hair, and his pale green eye glowed in the moonlight.

"Chat Noir," I heard the supposed vampire growl as he slowly got up.

Before I could even blink, Chat Noir put the vampire against the bookshelf. I'm guessing Chat Noir is a vampire too, but a good vampire… I hope.

"You dare to sink your fangs into my beautiful, princess's neck," Chat Noir inquired while cocking his head to the side like a cobra.

Princess. Who's princess? Oh, he's referring to me as his princess. Since when was I his princess? I didn't even know the guy, but he was proclaiming me as rightfully his.

"Sorry, Chat Noir, I didn't know she was yours. I promise that she will never see or hear from me again," The vampire was groveling at Chat's feet or paws. I dunno what to call them.

I gulped when Chat hovered the vampire's face. "I'm glad that we settle on that little agreement. Now, tell me, why is Hawk Moth hiring you clones to kill all of these enchanting women?" He asked politely, but it sounded more like a demand.

"I can't say," The vampire said hopelessly.

Chat Noir smiled devilishly at him as he wrapped his claws around his chest. "Are you sure about that?" He asked, not even being phased that he was slowly killing the vampire by pulling his heart out.

"I'll talk!" The vampire exclaimed in choked sobs.

Chat halted from slicing at his chest with his sharp claws. "Well, care to enlighten me, my new friend?"

"Hawk Moth is interested in doing…" Suddenly, he couldn't move his lips.

"I see, an older, pure-blood vampire must have compelled you not to babble out his secrets," Chat Noir said frustrated.

"Oh well, pleasant dreams," With that, Chat snapped the vampire's neck without blinking an eye.

Chat started to walk towards me, but I put my hand out to stop him.

"Don't come any closer," I said meekly.

He frowned at this. "Relax, princess, I'm not going to hurt you," He said reassuringly while slowly taking a step towards me.

"Did you kill him?" I asked without thinking.

"Sadly no, my lady. He's taking a little cat nap as we speak, which you would be doing soon," He quickly covered my eyes.

"What are you doing!" I exclaimed while trying to get his hands away from my eyes, but it was futile.

"I'm sorry, my lady, but I cannot bear for you to remember this night. Sleep, my princess and forget what you saw," He whispered compellingly in my ear.

I tried to resist the temptation of sleep, but it started to lull me into it like a soothing lullaby. I surrender into darkness before my mind went into oblivion.

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