Zirconia: I wasn't going to post this until I was near the last chapter but 2 of my friends said it would be more fun for me to post it chapter by chapter because it was more cliff hanger-ish and exciting that way...so...here goes.

...and yes, my grammer sucks. You don't have to point that out.

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"Tarantulas...I'm not impressed." Blackarachnia's eyes gazed at the ship in front of her.

"It's hard to impress you, my dear." The two gathered their belongings and made their way to the ship. Blackarachnia sighed when she felt the ocean air blow around her as the wind picked up.

'I really don't want to do this...'

Random people were shoved out of the way as two men ran through the crowd.

"Rattrap! Hurry up!" Silverbolt yelled, looking behind him. The shorter one known as Rattrap ran faster, "I'm sorry! I'm not as fast as you!"

Once they made it onto the ship they slowed to a stop to look around to find the room they were to stay in, "Right here." Silverbolt said as he opened the door. Inside they saw two people who they were to share the room with. The youngest one was about twelve years old with freckles over his nose and spikey blonde hair on his head. The older had black hair with green eyes that gave one a feeling of comfort.

Silverbolt stepped forward and held out his hand, "Hello, my name is Silverbolt and this is my good friend Rattrap."

The older one shook his hand, giving him a warm smile, "I'm Tigatron and this is my son, Cheetor." He motioned to the blonde next to him, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise."

Pretty soon the ship began to sail and a certain couple began to unpack along with the others in their party. Blackarachnia heard Tarantulas speaking to Megatron in the sitting room, "The others went for a walk on the deck, I told them we'd meet them after we finish unpacking."

"Blackarachnia might enjoy that. After all, it's bright outside and she loves the sun for some reason."

Blackarachnia stood next to the door, listening. Everyone in the royal family loved the dark, only came out during the night or on very cloudy days. Everyone except Blackarachnia, she loved to lay out in the sunlight. But she didn't get to do it often. Everyone in the family wore black, she was forced to. She had never worn a bright color in her life. Oh, how she wanted to be free of the royal family. Free to wear what she wanted, do what she wished, talked to people who weren't family members or other people that were in the same class as her. Being forced to marry Tarantulas was going to be a nightmare. She looked in the mirror at herself wearing a long black dress with skinny straps and her thigh high black boots. The 23 year old girl sighed as she heard the others call her name then walked out the door.

Cheetor walked with the three men, listening to them talk about each other. Silverbolt had revealed his past of creating art and growing up with Rattrap. Now his father was talking about his mother, Snowstalker. She had passed away from a massive heart attack at 21 a few years after he was born. He tried not to think about because he knew for a fact that he would meet her again one day.

Tigatron spoke of his love for her but knew he needed to move on like she told him to a month before her death.

The group had stopped to talk but Silverbolt wasn't even listening now. A group of first class people wearing all black were walking by, Rattrap and Tigatron recognized them immidiately as members of the royal family. The tallest one was scary enough to give anyone the creeps with his orange eyes that seemed to glow and his evil smile.

Megatron.

The second one was shorter, had bright yellow eyes with his hair starting to turn gray and had on glasses.

Tarantulas.

The third man was wearing a black cowboy hat which casted shadows over his face and was the only one wearing black cowboy boots. Blonde hair was pulled back in a low ponytail.

Quickstrike.

But Silverbolt had his attention on the girl in the middle of the men. She was beautiful with creamy white skin that compared with snow and long black hair that reached her knees. Her gorgeous green eyes looked full of nothing but sadness. He watched as she walked by with graceful, slilent steps, the wind blowing through her hair and her long black dress.

She looked like an angel. To Silverbolt's surprise, she turned and looked at him with those beautiful green eyes. He smiled and she smiled right back. It didn't last long, though. The taller man with the orange eyes grabbed her wrist and pulled her to his side, "My daughter, you know we do not associate with people of the lowest of class."

She looked back at Silverbolt with what was clearly pleading eyes before she was pulled away.

"Sheesh! Snobby pricks!" Rattrap snorted at the men of the group. Tigatron nodded in agreement, "The lady should be able to do what she wants, look at whom she wishes."

Silverbolt watched as they turned the corner, "I wish I could help her..."

"Good luck with that!" Cheetor stuck his tongue out at the corner they had just turned. After about an hour three of the people in their group decided to head back. Rattrap turned back, noticing his friend hadn't moved, "Silverbolt, you comin?"

"I'll stay out here a little longer. I'll be back later."

Silverbolt leaned against the railing, looking out at the ocean as day turned to night. Figures, only he would fall in love with someone at first glance and they end up being part of a royal family. He stood up and walked over to one of the chairs closest to the wall and sat down, thinking. Thinking about the past, the future, the here and now, the girl from earlier running past him...wait! The girl from earlier had just ran past him, holding up her dress to keep from tripping. He took off running after her and followed her into a dark, empty room. A large rolled up rope was sitting in the corner and she was headed right for it! Silverbolt ran to her, "Ma'am, are you ok?!"

Tears were streaming down her face, her eye makeup making her tears black. She picked up the rope then turned around only to drop the rope upon seeing who was talking to her.

"You-you're the man from earlier."

"Yes, ma'am." He nodded, "What is the matter? Why are you crying?"

She did not know the reason behind her actions when she threw herself into his arms and started crying, freely. He didn't complain but just wrapped her up in a tight embrace that made her feel safe and wanted. Figures she'd fall in love with someone at first glance and they not even be half of the royal family.

Silverbolt ran his fingers through her long black hair, trying his best to comfort her.

After about ten minutes, she pulled away, "Forgive, me. I don't even know you yet I'm sobbing all over you as if I've known you all my life."

"It's quite alright, ma'am."

"Just...call me Blackarachnia. I hate it when people speak to me with a bunch of respect I don't even want."

"Why were you crying?"

"I'm being forced to marry someone I do not love and they are forcing me even farther into the darkness..." She let out a quiet sob, "I came down here to....to..." She looked at the rope then looked back at Silverbolt, "Uhm...forget I even said anything about that."

"Forgive, me. I am Silverbolt." He knew she was trying to get off the subject so held out his hand and she took it, smiling.

"Pleased to meet you, Silverbolt." She stepped closer to him. Strange how she didn't even know this man yet she felt so comfortable and safe with him. Her emerald eyes studied his figure. His shoulder length black hair pulled back in a sort of ponytail while some strands were falling around his face. He was wearing the one thing her family couldn't stand, white. A white long sleeved shirt and blue jeans with a pair of brown boots. He was muscular and tall but had the most gentle smile that could probably turn into an evel glare if you got on his bad side. She reached a hand up, hesitantly and stroked the strands of hair that had fallen out of his ponytail.

He responded by placing a hand on her cheek.

"Forgive me, I don't even know you but at the same time it feels like..."

"...like I'm someone that's been by your side your whole life?"

"Yes."

"I have the same feeling."

Blackarachnia placed her hands on his shoulders, "Are...you an angel?"

"That's what I should be asking you."

Before anymore words could be said the door was thrown opened and Rattrap peaked in, "Silverbolt! I've been lookin for ya! Those people from earlier are stompin around lookin for-oh!" He closed the door after stepping in, "My bad, I had no idea...eh."

"I should be leaving anyway. Meet me here tomorrow?"

He nodded and she left. Rattrap just shook his head, "What is wrong with you?!"

The next morning he met her in that same spot. She greeted him with a warm smile and a hug, which he gladly accepted.

"Silverbolt, they asked me where I was last night and I told them I had ran into one of my friends from the private school I attended and they asked me to invite you to have dinner with us."

"If it means being by your side, I would be glad."

She got a sad expression, "Silverbolt?"

"Yes?"

"You...should wear black."