(If anyone is wondering what Mari's dress looks like, she's wearing a dress similar to my profile pic. Anyways, enjoy, and R&R!)

DURA BELOVED: A vampire with a strong connection with another vampire, always male. The vampire has animal-like qualities linked to the male vampire's soul animal. This is also a warning towards other men, to tell them that the Dura Beloved is their property. Dura Beloved's are always pure bloods, which makes them targets.

"I look-" Marinette twirled around in her dress, marvelling at it's beauty. Chat stayed silent, pretending she was not a vampire. Pretending she was human. It was rare anyone was ever that close to their loved one.

"Wonderful, but shouldn't you be-" He paused, "Your father is missing you, isn't he? And you miss him." He shouldn't compromise her just because of what she was, it wasn't like it was bad. No, it was simply THE WHOLE WORLD NOW KNEW HE WAS MARRIED TO HER.

"Of course I do." She replied.

"Then you should go home."

"Don't you want me here?" She questioned, an elegant eyebrow raised. He smirked, pulling her closer.

"It's more the fact of if you stayed here forever, I'm pretty sure your body would ache. Permanently." He flirted, the effect desired. Her cheeks flushed with colour. He kissed her hand, "Damon will escort you home."

"Damon? Why can't Nino-?"

"Just because he's busy." He cut her off. She winced, recoiling from his mood swing. She'd obviously done something wrong.

Really wrong.

She'd upset him.

"Of course, I'll go. Bye, Chaton."

"Goodbye, Marinette." He turned, pecking her cheek, "and it's Adrien."

"Well, I prefer Chat." She returned his kiss, but because she was slightly- cough, cough, much- shorter than him, she only reached his chest. "Bye, kitty cat."She blushed, closing the door.

Damon sighed, his dark eyes piercing hers.

"I shouldn't have to watch over you, should I?" He asked in despair, "why can't you walk yourself?" Marinette crossed her arms.

"Prince Adrien told you to escort me home, and as much as I dislike you, he obviously trusts you." She muttered something under her breath, and he raised an eyebrow.

"What did you say?"

"I said nothing." She smirked, knowing full well if he did anything, Marinette could have him tried for treason. After all, she was the Crown princess. "Besides, you'll be picking me up later so I'm at his coronation."

"Fuck you, Princess." He snapped, clutching her arm tightly. She scowled at him, pulling herself away. He secretly wanted to leave her in the dark alleyway, but he knew she'd whine to Chat. And did he really want that? No, despite his complaints, he didn't really hate her. He was more weary of her than anything else. Deep down, he knew she was good and kind. And when he was sure of it, he'd be nicer to her. Jake, a young brown haired boy, stepped forward.

"I'll take her!" He grinned chirpily. She smiled.

"I was asked to take her. Not you." Damon snapped. Jake recoiled, whilst clenching his fists. Damn it, he thought, rolling his eyes.

"I'm sorry for asking."

"I'm sorry for Damon's behaviour, I assure you it will be dealt with." Marinette intervened, and Damon slapped her round the face. She winced, clutching her cheek. "You son of a-"

"We'll be getting you home." He snapped curtly. She crossed her arms. Jake's hand took hers, he pressed a kiss to it delicately.

"I look forward to seeing you again."

"And I you." Secretly, she had no idea whether to trust him. Damon certainly didn't. and if Chat trusted him.

Papa was scarcely happy after her mother's disappearance. So when Marinette left, he knew something had happened to make her leave. But, as she reached the door, she knew she was only putting him in danger.

"I love you Papa, I'm so, so sorry." She wiped her eyes, leaving the house. As her father watched the window, so did a pack of wolves. Licking their lips hungrily.

Nothing tasted as sweet as a new vampire, who was so young and unknowing of her powers. He pushed her on the floor, and her vision blurred momentarily. The girl turned, spinning.

"Get off of me!" She shrieked.

"No."

"Stop!" She thrashed against the wolf's grip. "Get off of me, right now!"

"Again, no. You're Prince Adrien- King Adrien's- wife, so I'll take you, so you know who you belong to. You won't ever believe how much pain I can put you in." His fist collided with her cheek, and she winced, thrashing against him in a weak attempt at breaking free. "My little toy, from now on." Nino slammed the wolf against the road.

"What's- what are you? doing" She asked, and he laughed, his eyes dark and menacing.

"Are you insane?" He hissed, and she blinked at him. Nino rolled his eyes.

"I'm not! What are you doing?" She asked.

"Ugh, there are more of us. Not all nice." He replied. "We're taking you home." She turned her face, feeling ill. Nino helped her to her feet, and escorted her to the castle. "Chat said to have you home by twelve." He added.

"And I- I'm supposed to look like this?" She blushed. He nodded. His hand was hard and calloused, and his eyes were hardened. He tended to flirt with girl's, and it didn't help in the case of Marinette.

"I think you look good." He answered, and bowed, kissing her hand in farewell. She turned crimson, walking in the castle. Flustered by Nino's words. Chat's face was full of concern, and he wiped the spot above her eyebrow.

"What happened?" He asked. She recalled Nino's roughness, his cryptic warnings. "I was-" She wasn't going to lie. "-Nino saved me from a group of werewolves." He may have hit her more than once, but she didn't remember. Chat kissed her cheek, slowly sitting her down;

"It's okay. I'll thank him later, but right now... I'll take care of you." His mouth met her throat, his breath hot. He'd forgotten about his worry earlier, refusing to let her go. "My sweet princess." His hands warmed her body, he lifted the dress over her head. His hands caressed her body, and she smiled softly. His mouth was gentle, and he winked at her, slyly lowering his eyes. She let out a gasp as he moved his tongue across her bottom lip, and his teeth snagged her bottom lip.

"Oh, fudge..." She moaned out. He grinned at her.

"Fudge?" He asked, licking her lips again.

"Sh-shut up. Papa said that if I ever want to swear, think about a food that sounds similar." She turned crimson, and he rolled his eyes.

"Like 'sheesh' for shit?" He asked.

"Yeah." She answered, and he nodded. "And crab for-"

"Crap." He nodded. "I get it." The couple giggled, and she ruffled his hair.

"I love you, y'know?" She asked. He nodded, pecking her cheek.

Then-

A gunshot.

Marinette shrieked, Chat falling on top of her, blood leaving his system worryingly fast. She screamed, calling for help. The masked gunman shook his head.

"It was meant to be you, Mrs Agreste. No matter, I will get you in the end."