A/N (A little apology)...Oh my God. When is the last time I updated? I'm so sorry, fishies! Life's been a little rough around the edges lately, and my writer's block sure didn't help... T.T

I wonder if people lost faith in me? Right-o, brownies for those who review!

Roma sucked in her breath as she tried to calm herself down.

Calming down doesn't work for Roma Purl.

She paced around her room as angry tears stained her face. She stomped her foot. She bit her lip till it bled. She punched a wall. Anything that angry female vampires do.

"I'mgonnakillthatsonofabitch!"

The door opened.

"What?" a feminine voice sounded from Roma's door. Standing there was Arra Sails, with an amused look on her face, but she was not smiling. Roma realized her mouth was hanging over from the outburst, so she closed it with a pop.

"A-Arra, I'm so sorry, I-"

Arra waved her hand, "Nothing to worry about, Roma."

"How do you know my name?" After she realized she said it, she grimaced. Of course she knows my name, who doesn't?

"You are quite infamous for your actions, Roma Purl."

"Oh, so now I am not only a blind vampire, but now I'm an infamous blind vampire?" The young woman couldn't keep the sarcasm from her voice. Arra stepped into her room and walked gracefully towards Roma. She cast her face down, not wanting the pretty Arra Sails to see that she was crying.

"I can tell something is wrong, Roma." Arra reached over and swiped a finger across Roma's cheek, "See, you're face is wet."

"I washed my face, that's all."

Arra almost smiled; almost. "I can tell when someone's been crying. Especially a girl, because I am one." Arra's silver eyes bored through her skull, or so it felt like it, "Roma, I heard about..." she paused, "I heard about you and...Darren."

Roma looked up quickly, "You heard about that? Does anyone else know?"

Arra shook her head, "Luckily, no. I just overheard Darren talking about it with the other princes."

"Ohnoooo..." this could not be happening, this could not! If the princes knew, all respect for her would be gone and...Roma didn't want to think about that, "Why, why? How could he do this to me? How could he be so selfish and cruel?" She put her head in her hands, shaking it furiously.

She felt a hand on her shoulder.

When she looked up, Arra was getting up to leave, saying, "If you need anyone to talk to, just give me a call."

Once there was a wolf pup born blind, when she was born the mother died from giving birth to her, or so the legend tells. The father was to care for the daughter. But he didn't want to take care of her. He was young and as untamed as a wild boar, wanting to go on adventures and to be with as many she-wolves as he can.

The father was not ready to care for a young daughter, because he wasn't prepared to.

When the mother wolf have the child, everyone who knew was shocked. Being an ancient group of wolves, they could not have children.

"Impossible!" the brown father wolf said when the she-wolf was in labor. He was surrounding by an old white wolf, a big bald wolf, a green wolf who could scare a vulture away with his smell, a black wolf, and a young dark gray one with green eyes. The old white wolf was the one who told the news.

"She's in labor right now," the old wolf paused, "what will you do?"

The brown wolf looked at them with brown doe eyes, "I don't-"

"I say we throw her into the stakes when she's born!" The black wolf cut in. He was not happy about the news of the pup being a female. The brown wolf turned towards him, his impressive teeth bared, "How dare you say that? This is my daughter you're talking about!"

"A while ago you said you didn't want a baby, and now you're defending her? Why?" The young dark gray wolf said coolly, his green eyes regarding the burly brown wolf. The two stared at each other.

The brown wolf spoke, "Because I've just realized this is too big to ignore." With that he walked away towards where his mate was birthing.

When he came into the room, he saw his beautiful mate, whimpering and whining horribly. She was a dappled wolf with brown speckles and sleek fur that shined in the light. It wasn't really how she looked, of course, just a disguise. She didn't want anyone to know except the brown wolf and the princes. But even in her true form the brown wolf loved her nonetheless.

She looked tired and worn out, but with a determined glint in her eyes.

They were the only ones in the room, since the she-wolf wanted to birth alone.

"My handsome mate..." the she-wolf said, amusement sounding in her voice, "...come to see an old witch give birth to your first and only child?"

The brown wolf winced as a spasm of moving muscle raked the she-wolf's body and she cried out. He walked over to her and pushed his muzzle against hers, "You'll be alright."

The she-wolf moaned as another spasm once again seized her body, this time longer. She whined loudly as the hurt would not stop this time, "I-I think she's coming...!" the brown wolf stepped forward, "Get back you big buffoon! Unless you want to get your face bitten off!" he back up with a slightly funny look on his face.

Breathing became painful and the pain was unbearable. The she-wolf yelped and barked as she pushed with all her might, feeling the pup coming through. The brown wolf, his curiosity getting the best of him, went behind her and was looking at the pup emerge with a sickly look on his face.

With one finally push, the she-wolf howled with pain as the pup slipped out head over heels. She thumped her head down on the quilt covered ground and tried to catch her breath, the pain going away, little by little.

The brown wolf padded towards the newborn pup with awe, "Oh my gods..." he dipped his head and nipped the sac open to let the little one breath. When he did the pup started to cry and let out little howls from her powerful lungs. It was the most beautiful thing he has ever heard.

"She's mine..."

The she-wolf managed a weak smile, she lifted herself up to nudge the pup to her belly, where the baby wolf suckled warm milk; her cries muffled, "A loud one, she is...just like you."

The brown wolf nuzzled the she-wolf, then burying his head into her neck, "I'm so proud of you..."

Letting out a tired chuckle, the she-wolf nuzzled him back, "What are we going to name her?"

"I know the perfect name."

"What?"

"Roma."

Now, as the usually story says, the mother of the pup died giving birth, was of course not true. No one knew the real identity of the dappled she-wolf, not even the daughter when she grew up didn't know the stories weren't all the way true. Only the brown wolf and the princes knew.

The real story is never spoken between them.

A/N: -Hyperventilates- I'm a terrible person, I'm a terrible person...-bangs head on desk- *Can't get over the fact that it's been over 1 month since she updated*