This chapter really went to a much more dramatic route than I thought it would. Anyway I hope you enjoy it and review it. Also all French will be translated except the obvious and words translated in past chapters.

Chapter 3: Eiffel Terror Scare

I dashed home in the utter most joie. I could not believe what I had just experienced, or what I even was going to experience. I don't know why I had let myself fall for a tourist, but I did. I went with my own instincts and forced myself to break away from being a somewhat shy Scarisian ghoul.

I quickly used the key to get in and went to my room to organize everything back into where they belonged. Pencils in right drawer, paints in the left, sketch books in the corner. I then moved my way to my vanity. It was my grandmother's until she passed and it was left in my name. I then used it to look at myself while I brushed my hair and some of my fur back into to the style they were this morning. After that I look at myself fully.

"Pouah…" I groaned as I examined myself. Normally I wasn't too self-conscious of what I wore besides it looking pleasant, but now it was… différent. I was wearing round noir sunglasses, a lavande and noir scarf, my noir fingerless gloves, and my lavende belt which held many of my tools as I would almost every casual day. As for the rest of my attire; it consisted of a noir, lavande, gris, and bleu stripped blouse with a patterned skirt which consisted of the same colors. It would have been perfectly fine on all other occasions (that and maybe my own wedding). I had no idea on what kind of restaurant we would be going to so I had no idea if this was fine or if I needed something fancy.

I then opened up my small closet and search for what struck me as the best thing to wear. I first found my noir and gris tights and took off my shoes so I could put them up my legs. After a quick moment's of searching I then found a dress in which I wore to celebrate my acceptance into the academy. It was actually a bit vaste on me when I had first bought it so I wore a belt around my waist and because it still was large on me I did the same. The dress was mostly noir with under layers of lavende from my upper thigh to my knee. The straps around it tied up into a bow that I still remember how to tie and it would rest on your neck. The belt I wore around my waist was a similar gris as on the tights. I finally put on the gris heels on and was finally ready to go out into the city as a new ghoul.

"Catrine, why are you in such vêtements fantaisiste?" I heard the recognizable voice of me older brother, Catlogero, as I was about to head out the door holding Chariclo's drawing.

"Um… You could say that I'm going on a little dinner date," I answered shyly to him, he was a loving brother but that also let him get a bit plus de protection.

"Oh, that sounds really fun. I just hope you don't enjoy yourself too much and-" he come over to hug me from behind and whispered in my ear.

"Ha ha, I don't think that will be much of an issue…" I told him as I tried to squirm out of his embrace.

"Oh well then, I guess Catrine know how to handle herself then," he let go with a laugh.

"Oui, that and she's a fille," I laughed back at him and closed the door.

. . .

I purred as I made my way over to the Eiffel Terror, tail flicking in the air with joy. I searched around for rose curly hair and a white dress. I walked around the tower search for maybe ten minute until I felt a warm, soft hand on my shoulder.

"There you are! I didn't know you'd be in fancier attire. The tower is beautiful in these lights; I'm envious of you living so close to it!" Chariclo greeted me and dances around me. She was obviously a tourist, but there was some sort of charm to her.

"Oui… I didn't know where we would be going so I wanted to be sûr and wore this," I tried to explain to her while feeling a bit shy.

"Well I actually don't… Did you feel that?" she started to say and paused.

"Aucun, feel what exactly?" I asked her as she started to hit my nerves of fear.

"Rain..?" she looked up at the sky as I did once she mentioned it. Gris clouds started to cover the lumineux moon in the sky and engulfed the city with its laid appearance. I instinctively tried to run away from the drops for the sake of her picture along with the fact of us werecats hating water when not for drinking. I didn't realize it during the moment, but I also grabbed her arm when dashing under the Eiffel Terror to stay dry. I knew at the moment it would be satisfaisant for keeping dry as the tower has a restaurant within it so there'd be complete coverage.

"Ow! Hey what are you doing?" I heard her shout as I ran for it. Once under the Eiffel Terror I saw why she was screaming in pain… I had wounded her arm with my fichu claws. Her pure blanc skin was suddenly becoming drenched with the vibrant color of sang rouge. I had ruined everything hadn't I?

"I am très, très, très, très, très, complètement et absolument désolé! I was just trying to avoid the art, your clothes, my clothes, and your merveilleux face!" I screamed in fear as I stared at the instrument de douleur known as my hand. I have never done anything like this to anyone, not even when in a fight with a sibling when I was an enfant. The first time I ever used my claws to make someone bleed was a tourist I felt a desire to know more. I tried not to but sentais comme si j'étais allait pleurer. I cringed with the hand that was dripping with blood and let it drip onto the ground.

"It's okay, it's okay, I don't think they're that deep. Just a scratch, it's not that bad. Don't let this bring you into heartbreak. I don't feel like it's anything serious, I'd still be hurting more than a little throb if it were serious," she tried to console me as she grabbed for the arrow on her ring and started to tear her dress around the bottom.

"Tu gâches ta robe!" I shouted as I heard it tear.

"I have another one of these at home; it's kind of known as my signature dress where I live so I wore a spear today for the drawing. I'm just going to try and use this as a bandage until the bleeding stops. Also you should know, I take French at school, I know what you're saying," she said in a calm tone. Almost too clam for me, but I could tell she knew what she was doing. I assumed she knows archery so she'd taken the liberty to learn what to do if she accidentally cuts herself. It really brought my heart rate and stress level down a bit. It wasn't totally gone for me though, however that could have been lingering effects of culpabilité.

I looked up her again as she wrapped the white fabric around her left arm. It quickly started to get stained as I knew it would. I couldn't fully understand her. She was generally cheery and très forgiving so quickly. I've never met someone quite like her. Were all Americans like that, or was she just an exception, a Mona Lisa in a gallery of enfant drawings? She started to sit on the pavement and gave me a motion to join her so I did without letting go of the drawing. As I sat on the cobblestone I stared to lick the blood stained hand to try and clean it off enough so I could hand the drawing with both hands once again.

"We can just get room service at my hotel, I believe they have that. Also I hope this rain stops before nine," Chariclo looked over at me endearingly.

"Why nine? What's so special about that time?" I asked her while taking a pausing in my hand's bath.

"You know how I said I dealt with love. Well my dad's the Greek god Eros and he deals with normie love. At nine I'm going to preform my main task of being the monster love expert in my hotel room," she looked up at the sky and starred at the pouring rain. Once my hand was blood free all I could think was 'how was the rest of this night going to go?'

See what I meant by dramatic? I gave Catrine a brother not to make it an OC of mine or anything, just for story purposes. As for Cupid I'm trying to make her as kind as forgiving as I can so I hope I'm doing that alright. Also her scratch is really just a standard cat scratch, not too deep in the skin any only enough to make her bleed. Now times for the translations.

joie = joy

pouah = ugh

lavande = lavender

gris = gray

vaste = large

vêtements fantaisiste = fancy clothes

plus de protecteur = over protective

fille = girl

aucun = no

lumineux = luminous

satisfaisant = statifactory

blanc = white

très, très, très, très, très, complètement et absolument désolé = very, very, very, completely and utterly sorry

de douleur = of pain

enfant = child

sentais comme si j'étais allait pleurer = felt as if I was going to cry

Tu gâches ta robe! = You're wasting your dress!

culpabilité = guilt