Ariel Walker; the princess of Menton Land; was walking torwards a light that was coming from the end of the woods. But, before she reached it, a man had swept infront of her, "You must not." He whispered. Like his family could, he scenced she was a modern-day vampire, "He's a hunter." Ariel said nothing, and after a moment the light was flashing but continued to stay on, "What kind of hunter?" She whispered back. He looked at her; sighing, "Vampire." He didn't know her and nor did she know him.

                  Ariel was a British girl with long blonde hair that was curly at the ends and she always wore a fancy blue bow in the back that held two braids of hair; and the braids connected at the tip of the bow. Ariel also wore one of her Mother's dresses', her mother had died and Ariel took the dresses' from her Mother's room. The dress went to her shins and from the v-neck line to the middle of her stomache and back to the edge of the dress was neon green and the rest was pink. No shoes were reasonable for her, "I am Ariel" She said with a smile; and tried to change the subject, "Ariel Walker." The man smiled, "Duke. Duke Savor." He replied, his tone was soft but firm.

              Duke was a English man; very handsome. He had short brown hair that was messed up to the figure that he was a werewolf and didn't care about his hair. Same as Ariel, his parents had died also.  He had on a ripped up shirt, and if you had all the pieces of it, it would make up a werewolf paw on the front, some places were stained, like on the shoulder and on the front. Along with his outfit were loose black pants that went to his ankles, and same for him, he wore no shoes.

                                 Ariel felt warmth and fuzzy inside. She began to grin a huge smile, "Nice to meet you." She curtseyed then stoof up properly and looked him in the eyes; his eyes were cold and grey; but hers were warm and green. Not at all did she thing Duke was a bad man. Duke felt the same about her, nor did he think she was a bad lady. The light came closer as he grabbed her wrist and started to run. Ariel stumbled a couple times, but finally started to catch up, everytime the sound of the revving engine hit Duke's eardrum he would go a bit faster. He couldn't let Ariel's like be in danger, just yet. Ariel growled at the car that was seeming to be getting closer; but she couldn't see the car because of the blinding lights. Why now? Just now? They both started to think, and the car was getting wild; knocking down tree branches and hitting signs that were rusted. Ariel was worried about what would happen, Duke finally sighed but kept running.

            Finally, Duke placed her on his back and took off running towards the Menton Village, so if the car got any closer to them; he would soon be arrested. Wether or not he tried to get away. Duke stumbled down a steep hill and held Ariel close as the car came dashing torwards them, Ariel screamed but the car was actually stuck and was slowly cracked out from the trees and rocks. Duke stumbled to get back up, "This is our only change. C'mon!" He yelled over the revving of the car and the rustling of twigs and rocks. Ariel once again got on his back and Duke ran down to the village and behind a house that was close to a pond, "Are you alright?" Ariel asked rubbing his cheek softly with the palm of her hand. She was sitting on her knees and he was just sitting regularly (on his bottom) holding her close, "Yes. What about you, Ariel?" He said huffing to catch his breath. Ariel nodded and looked at the pond, "Come on." She hopped up and ran down to the water and put her fingertip on the top of it; it was very cold; but had to do. She cupped her hands, putting them underwater and grabbing a handfull, then she threw it onto her face that was now dirty from stumbling.

                  Ariel never thought how much action could go on, Duke was now standing behind her, getting splattered by the water she threw. He knelt down doing the same as he closed his eyes and them wiped his face with a clean rag he had found in his pocket, he then wiped her face and she smiled, "Thank you, Duke." She had leaned her head on his shoulder, it was begining to turn nightfall as she watched the moon that had turned to a full moon now that the stars were begining to come out.

                   Duke smiled at her then looked up, the only light they had was from the moon. Ariel yawned and Duke glared at her with a friendly look, "Tired?" The only reply he got from her was a nod, along with her closing eyes. He (Duke) picked her up his left hand was at the bend of both her knees and his right hand was holding her head up along with her back, he carried her into a empty house that was abandon and sat her on a bed and covered her up as he kissed her forehead and walked out of the room and to the front yard, closing the door as he looked at the moon and howled.