Title: A Midnight Song

Summary: Between a heavy rivalry between Humans and Lycanthropes, a tale of love begins. Can Mitchie bring herself to love something she was always told was a monster?

Disclaimer: I do not own Mitchie or any other Camp Rock character mentioned throughout this series. I do own Rivera, Lord Dante, and this plot.

Rated M to be safe.

First story up on . I've had this idea for a while, and hope that it comes out as good as I imagined it to be.

This first chapter is a little short, but will gradually get longer.

:)


The moon was full tonight, casting a ghostlike glow within the large room. The dark magenta curtains surrounding the open balcony gently blew inward as a soft wind passed by. Outside, a young woman stood, her forearms resting on the rail as she stared up at the luminescent orb in the sky. Another soft wind passed, blowing her dark hair back behind her. She smiled, her ruby-brown eyes glowing and reflecting the light of the moon above her. Tonight was truly a beautiful night for moon gazing.

"Lady Michelle."

The young woman on the balcony didn't bother to look back, as she knew it was her own servant, Rivera. Rivera was the only one within this castle that called her by her full name, aside from her father. Everyone else knew to call her by her nickname, Mitchie.

"Yes?" Mitchie answered, still gazing at the moon above her.

"Your father wishes to speak with you…I suspect it's because of your absence from the council meeting." Rivera responded, her voice soft as usual.

Mitchie huffed quietly, "That, it may be." She sighed. "I don't understand why he insists that I must attend these meetings." Mitchie added, reluctantly turning away from the sky and moving towards her bed to grab her robe, "He knows how I feel about that topic. His favorite topic."

Rivera played with her thumbs, a habit Mitchie had noticed over the short time she had been assigned to her.

"He does know, I assume," she said quietly, her cheeks flushing almost embarrassedly, "He probably just wants to change your mind."

Mitchie scoffed, "Like that'll ever happen," she mumbled, wrapping the silk robe around her evening gown, "What he does is cruel, and I won't stand for it."

Rivera smiled, "You've always had a very kind heart, Lady Michelle." She stated, "I admire that about you very much."

Looking up at her servant, Mitchie smiled, "Thank you, Rivera. I always try to see what's right." She responded. As Mitchie headed towards the door, she stopped at looked her servant, "Oh, and Rivera…" she began.

Rivera quickly turned to face her, a look of alarm on her face. Mitchie smiled again, "…please, call me Mitchie."

A relieved expression placed itself upon Rivera's face at Mitchie's request. She then smiled, "Yes, of course, Lady—I mean, um…Mitchie."

With one last smile, Mitchie walked out of the room and headed down the long corridors toward her father's dwelling. As she approached, the two guards stationed there turned to her. "My father requested to see me." She explained. The two armored guards nodded stiffly and placed their hands on the door, pushing it open. Both escorted her inside.

Upon the large bed that lay before the doorway was Mitchie's father, Lord Dante, the ruler of the territory she lived upon. His eyes caught his young daughter's, and he smiled. "Michelle…my darling." He acknowledged.

He glanced at the guards, "What are you two still doing in here?" he asked suddenly. The two guards exchanged confused looks behind their metal helmets before turning back to their ruler. Dante stared at them, "I am with my daughter; do you really think I'll be in any danger?"

The two guards took a glance at Mitchie, who didn't seem to be paying attention to them, before looking back at Dante cluelessly. Dante rolled his eyes, "Leave us be, you dolts!" he exclaimed, sighing as they complied, "All brawn and no brain, I swear…"

The door to Dante's room closed loudly. Mitchie stood before them, arms crossed, having not moved from her spot since she entered. "What is it you wanted, father?" she asked, a hint of impatience pulsating in her tone.

Dante clasped his hands together, "My dear, you already know what I want with you." He replied, "Why must you make it so difficult for our people, for me?"

"We're trying our hardest to oust these tyrants that terrorize our land and here you stand, doing nothing to help."

Mitchie's eyes narrowed, "They only 'terrorize' our lands because you refuse to give them equality." She retorted, "Their land is separate from ours, and yet you continue to barge within their barriers and cause problems. They are not the problem, we are."

Dante sighed, "Michelle, you do realize that I'm only doing what's best for human kind—"

"—Doing what's best? You call rampaging their lands and destroying their homes doing what's best?" Mitchie questioned, disgust dripping off each word, "I refuse to take part in such cruelty. This beings deserve much—"

"They deserve nothing!" Dante bellowed, startling his daughter into silence, "They are not beings, they are creatures…monsters! They are living faults that were created to defy man and test our abilities to sustain and fend for ourselves!"

Mitchie was silent as her father preached, but retained her foul expression. As her father finished, he exhaled deeply and rubbed his temples, "I only hope that…in time, perhaps…you will understand just what I mean." He stated.

'And I only hope that in time, he'll realize that I will never believe a single word this senile man utters.' Mitchie thought to herself, arms crossed over her chest. "May I leave now?" she asked impatiently, wanting nothing more than to wash her face and rid herself of the filth that was the air her father breathed.

Dante stared at his stubborn daughter before he finally nodded, "Yes, you may," he sighed, putting his head in his right hand.

For a moment, Mitchie actually felt guilty, but quickly brushed away the feeling as she left the room.

Upon entering her own room, she closed the door and walked over to her bed. As she pulled the covers down, Mitchie glanced outside at the full moon, just in time to hear a chorus of beautiful howls in the distance.


Yes, I did change the name of Mitchie's father. Jerry just doesn't seem very...I don't know, medieval-y?

o.o

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