ChatNoir took the metal baton from his tail-like belt preparing himself to swoop in and save the damsel in distress by the so called 'damsel in distress ' quickly turned the tides. She wrapped the devilish creature in a rope made of some mysterious substance that could be no wider than a sewing thread. The black string's starting point was attached to a red circular object decorated with five symmetrical black dots. Surely something as thin as a thread wouldn't be able to hold such a powerful supernatural being as a Vampire. Could it? She made the Vampire switch places with her. Now she was the dominate one pinning him against the wall. The Vampire scoffed in annoyance. He despised the fact that a human woman had played him of all people. And what nineteenth century woman was brazen enough in go toe to toe with a Vampire? She turned her head to the side gazing directly at ChatNoir who also was put off by her dominating personality. "Are you just going to stand there and stare or hand me a stake?" She questioned trying her hardest to put on a brave face. To tell the truth she had no idea that Vampires had existed until the night before when a mysterious envelope was slipped underneath her bedroom door with the word 'Ladybug' written on it.ChatNoir followed her orders without question and quickly found a wooden chair and proceeded to break a leg off of it for the lady in red to use as a stake. Holding the stake in his hands he realized this woman was giving off a scent of a hunter which was not settling well with his conscience or his stomach. Hunters were said to have a more delectable blood but ChatNoir wouldn't have known since he hadn't had the opportunity to partake in hunter blood nor did he care to."A lady like you should refrain from getting her hands dirty, should she not?" ChatNoir questioned as he refused to give the woman (hunter or not) a chance to kill this pitiful excuse for a Vampire."If you insist." She replied before switching her spot with him. ChatNoir could see the relief in her eyes that countered the woman who corner a vampire by herself earlier.. She didn't want to kill anyone, Vampire or not he was still a person.

"You can go but if you wish to stay close your eyes and cover your ears." ChatNoir could tell this woman held a lot of compassion since her relief turned to worry for the murderous Vampire's life. Her compassion was something to admire since in the word of Vampires there was none to be found.

She studied the face of the Vampire. Making sure to remember the face of the man the she practical signed the death sentence of. She covered her ears with her hands according to the man dressed in the usual black costume.

If ChatNoir timed it right, the next act of the play where Zeus kills Ares who is actually Apollo in disguise would muffle the sound of the Vampire being staked.

"One… two…" ChatNoir softly counted the lines that the fake Ares said back and forth waiting patiently for the precise moment.

The woman in red suddenly opened her eyes. "Stop!" she ordered as she grabbed the mysterious man's arm before he could stake the Vampire. "You can't kill him that's murder."

"Then you should find a different line of work." he spat back. ChatNoir was frustrated that his chance was gone since this scarlet lady had suddenly gained a conscience.

"Even, if it is our profession it doesn't make it right." She replied very adamant in her stance of everyone deserves to live.

"You do know that there's no cure for vampirism?" He asked as he looked into her very determined blue eyes. Now that ChatNoir was getting to know this scarlet lady, he realized she was clueless on the monsters that lurked in the shadows and broad daylight. Yet, here she was attempting to be a Vampire hunter.

'Attempting? More like pretending.' ChatNoir thought. "Let his victims' deaths be on your head." he recuntally untangled the monster who stood oddly quiet for a dead man.

As soon as the Vampire was free he lunged towards the very woman who pleaded for his life. He wanted to feed in was was obvious when his eyes turned red. Nearly the same red as the woman's cloak. ChatNoir without a second thought stepped in the way. The consequence was being fed on by a Vampire, who went straight for ChatNoir's jugular.

A normal human wouldn't have survived this. The lady in red knew she had to help. She took it upon herself to pick up the stake that her savoir dropped when he offered himself up as sacrifice. She took a deep breath and plunged the stake through the Vampire that pinned her savior to the floor in order to feed.

The Vampire screamed in pain as he looked at the trembling woman and thought if he was going to die, he was taken her down with him. He stood up taking slow steps toward the woman who wanted to run but her legs were frozen. Her hero was dead who could save her now?

She was only fifteen and this was how she was going to die? Her kwami had told her this was a dangerous profession but she was excited to have magical powers. These powers weren't quite like the ones she read about in her fantasy books and she didn't ask her kwami how to activate them. She should've ask more questions.

'If this is the end of my story then who will take care of father?' she asked herself. She was an only child and was expected to take care of her father when he grew old for that was expected in society whether married, engaged, or single it was a daughter's duty.

"Oh Lord in heaven, please take care of my father." She quietly prayed. Her father was a priest that taught her to always confide in the God if she was ever troubled. A tear ran down her face but she refused to let another one escape. For if she was to face death, she would do it with a brave face even if her body trembled every time she heard the Vampire take another step closer.

As the woman had her eyes closed to pray, the assumed dead savior rose and tore the head off the Vampire who just refused to die. Ripping the head off a Vampire won't kill them much to fiction's belief only server the head from the body. Hunters do this often to paralysis the Vampire (similar to stakes) and prevent the Vampire from calling for reinforcements since a person can't speak if their vocal cords are damaged. Then the next step is to take the pieces and sit them outside and let the sun take care of the rest or you could have a trick up your sleeve like ChatNoir.

ChatNoir laid his hand on the woman's shoulder. She open her eyes and gasped "You're alive!"

Blood stained his neck and clothes yet there was no evidence that he had been ripped open by the Vampire. She didn't care on the technicalities. He was alive that's what matter. She hugged him, not caring that she didn't even know his name.

"Miss…" ChatNoir said not really a hugger himself. He realized she was happy that he was alive but she could of just thanked him. That would of been so much simpler. "Sshhh, let it happen." She stated laying her head on his chest. Unbeknownst to ChatNoir she was the first man outside her family that she's ever hugged and she was quite embarrassed by it.

"My name is ChatNoir." He stated even know she didn't ask for it. "Thought you needed to know it if you wanted to thank me properly."

"Thank you." She said as she felt relief being with him. She immediately drew back from the hug when she thought about her father who would scold her for taking so long in the powder room.

But, before the two parted ChatNoir kissed the woman's hand as a goodbye. Neither knew that they would meant more then once and this woman would being the best Vampire hunter in the nineteenth century.

Both hunters de-transformed in secret going their separate ways so they thought. The woman trying to make her way back to to her seat had bumped into that blonde blue eyed man once again.

Author's Note:

Sorry for the extermely late update. I have decided on turning this fanfiction into a WEBTOON called "To Be Continued..." I'll be posting it this summer, hopefully. My username is SenpaiChaton on WEBTOON.