(No, Mari has no idea what he little kitty is. But Chat plans to change that soon ;) )

"May I present the Lord of the Vampire League of Paris, Crown Prince of the Darkness." The chief adviser announced. Adrien rolled his eyes, the shirt collar itching at him. He pulled at the material, groaning inwardly.

"Yes." He acknowledged, "After my father's death, I don't completely know what we should do. But the werewolves, the mutts, must pay for murdering my parents'." He called out. His statement was met with yells and cries of protest. His adviser, Lord Damon, raised his hand. He continued. "And this is why we will stop them, crush their families, tear them to pieces the way they've torn us apart!" Damon leaned in, sighing.

"You're going to see that girl, aren't you?" He whispered.

"Yes." He muttered back.

"Now the lord must go to his quarters." Damon continued, whilst firing back, "She is merely human, when will you bring her here?"

"At one point soon." He answered. Adrien sighed, and left, slipping out his suit. He put his cat suit on, and leaped out the room, until he reached Marinette's door, and tapped on the window three times.

"Chat Noir!" She wrapped her arms around him, kissing his cheek.

"My princess," He sat down, "how are you?"

"I'm good." She said, "but you're troubled."

"What would do if there was a war? What side would you pick? Good or evil?"

"It'd depend on the sides, because if you're on one side, you'd be biased. You'd believe your side is the best. War's only caused by pride, and a small disagreement which is then fuelled by words said in a moment of haste. And pride causes the people to not apologize, even if they're wrong, Kitty." She tilted her head back, exposing her slender throat, and he shuddered. He'd completely forgotten to feed before meeting her that night, he had been in a rush.

"So, my sweet-"

"Something's wrong, Chat, why are you hiding something from me?" She asked, "you're speaking of a war, what's wrong?" She perched herself on her cat's lap.

"Nothing." His breath hitched. He was so close to just biting her here and now. Screw her feelings, his lust took over. He brought his mouth to her throat, and moved closer. His lips brushed her neck, and she shivered in delight.

"Chat..." She whispered. He licked his lips, and she suddenly moved away.

The spell was broken.

She crossed her arms, staring at him.

"Yes, my love?"

"Do not distract me!"

"Alas, I am not the distracting one. You are the one with the beautiful body, the lovely personality, and... well, all around, distracting." He replied, burying himself in her. She giggled, her annoyance at his answer- or rather, lack of- disappearing. No, he had the ability to swipe all logical thought from her mind. He always had.

But then again, the moment was ruined. This time by the sound of a window smashing. Four men climbed through, and Marinette rubbed her eyes wearily. Was it her or was the men growing fur all over their body?

"The Crown Prince." The first sneered.

"Well, look who he's with. A nice, juicy sacrifice if I'm right."

"Tell me," The third grinned, "does it feel nice to have teeth sunk into your skin, giving you-" Chat had stood up. Okay, she had to be dreaming. No way were wolves in her room, speaking as if they were humans.

"Leave her alone." Chat snarled.

"Oh, we would." The fourth nodded. An arm grabbed at her, rather reluctantly. She shrieked, thrashing against him. "But we need you to come to an agreement with us, and she's going to be... reassurance you'll do as we say." Chat withdrew a sword, scowling.

"I really wish I could, but you take her and you'll have no chance of me cooperating. So let her go, and maybe I'll consider helping your efforts." He lied smoothly, pulling her closer slyly. "When I say, pull away as hard as you can, and then arms around my neck, okay?" He whispered.

"O-Okay." She breathed out.

"Well, boys, another day, another possibility. Just not today." He said, launching out the window.

"Chat, you're crazy!" She shrieked. She was dying, and this was a nightmare, so all she had to do was wake up. But her death never came, and she opened her eyes. She wasn't in bed, and she wasn't dead. She was actually, quite alive. "What the hell is going on? How did you do that? How are we not dead?"

"Because I cannot die, sweetheart." He smiled darkly, but it held no humour behind it. It was actually quite sad, mournful. Bitter.

"What... What the hell are you? What were they?"

"I... I can't tell you, but you must trust me. I'll lead them away. There's a motel near here, and I'll be waiting."

He left her.

Why the hell she followed his intructions she had no idea.