Author's words: This story was inspired by a weird dream I had and this amazing show called The Gates. It inspired me to write it with a Miraculous twist, with The Gates element in it. I would love to hear what you guys think:}

Disclaimer: Don't own Miraculous Ladybug or the show called The Gates

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Chapter one: Something about this Neighborhood

"We're almost there, Marinette," My father and mother chimed in perfect sync.

"I'm really excited and also nervous," I replied as I fiddled with my hands.

My mother looked me at me in concern through the rear view mirror. I gave her one of my plastered smiles, which she seemed to buy for now.

We we're heading straight to Paris: The secluded city in France, the city of love, or even the city of fashion in my book. My father, Tom Dupain, is one of the best police officers in all of France. He was promoted to work in Paris by his chief, which I was kind of bewildered at the proposition.

Major cities in countries like New York City with America, London with England, and Paris with France. They didn't allow any outsiders to become residents in their secluded city, without some kind of valid proof that you're worthy to live there. It has been like that for about twenty years now, but the reason why was still a mystery.

I was happy for my father, in fact, I was over the moon that they finally recognized him as a man worthy for the police badge he wore. I tried really hard to conceal my dejection towards him with one of my Marinette smiles. I was heartbroken that I had to leave the small town that I have lived for the seven-teen-years of my life. I grew up in a bakery, a home and business that was combined together, but that would change when we get to Paris. My mom got to become a manager at a very popular bakery in Paris, so there was no need for us to live in the store because she was getting all the help she needed now.

The house we we're going to live in was like one of those perfect house catalogues. I'm talking like a white picket fence, with an outside pool, and a perfect backyard. I called dibs for them to let me have the attic, so that I could make it like my own apartment. They didn't object in the slightest, also I think they knew my last bedroom was in the attic as well, so they probably wanted me to have a sense of familiarity.

"We're here!" My father boomed giddily.

My eyes widened like tea cups as I took in the intimating gates. I saw the beautiful Eiffel Tower in the background, winking at me like a twinkling star of the night. It's almost like I'm gazing at an animated painting coming alive on paper. I quickly grabbed my phone before I took a picture of this captivating sight in front of me.

My dad rolled down the tinted window, mumbling to the police officer through the intercom. He gave my dad a confirmed nod through the window he was behind in when my dad showed him our passess to the city. Then, a moment later, the gates opened like our passess were our tickets to getting into heaven.

He drove into the city and I found my jaw hit the floor. It was nighttime in Paris: the city glowed like a Christmas tree-the shops' items glittered through their window stalls-and the Eiffel Tower stood high and mighty with brightness like a lighthouse.

When we finally got to our neighborhood, I whistled proudly, despite of myself. The neighborhood looked secluded and fancy. We passed by this one house, sorry, this mansion that could put any Victorian mansion to shame. I could have sworn I saw a dark silhouette lingering at one of the opened windows, but it must have been my imagination.

The moment we passed by the mansion, my dad pulled into this house with a long, narrow driveway. It was a lot smaller than the mansion, but it was still big and homey. When I drank in our new house, it felt like I was drinking a glass of pink lemonade on a warm summer's day.

"We should take a picture, dear," My mom said as we parked into the big garage.

He looked at my mom like she was the person who held the moon and the stars. Some teenagers might find it nauseating of their parents' opened affections, but to me, I found it sweet and romantic with my parents.

We got out of the car before we stood in front of the house. I grinned from ear to ear as I put my pink IPhone into my selfie stick. Whoever invented this selfie stick was a genius.

"Okay, guys, say cheese," I giggled.

"Cheese!" We exclaimed in unison before I hit the button.

The camera flashed, which hurt my eyes.

"How did it turn out, sweetie?" My mother asked curiously.

My mom gently took the phone out while I was still seeing flashes in front of my eyes.

"Oh my goodness, this picture is wonderful!" My mother gushed.

She handed my phone to my father and he nodded in agreement. She gave me my phone back, and the picture almost looked surreal. It was too perfect, too good to be true, and it reminded me of one of those family Christmas cards you would get from your mailbox.

"We better start getting our suitcases," My father said.

Our new house was already set up with our old furniture and our belongings. The only thing we had was our overnight bags, and that was pretty much it.

My dad pressed a button on his car key before the trunk popped open like a jack in the box. I headed back into the garage before I vigorously pulled our bags out of the trunk. These bags were being quite stubborn, they were really in there.

"Good evening, my lady. Do you need some help?" Somebody greeted politely.

I yelped in surprise before I felt my suitcase fall hard on my foot. I cursed a colorful vocab word. I was used to being in pain, due to my constant clumsiness.

"Are you alright?" I detected that this voice was absolute male.

I turned and faced a pair of very green eyes. I blushed heavily, due to the owner of those pretty green gems was quite a handsome man. He had short, golden blonde hair, with a body like a runway model, and I noticed he was very pale.

I noticed he was looking at me quite intensely, just like I was doing with him. I didn't understand why he was looking at me like I was a fine piece of art.

Maybe he's just observing me. I decided with an afterthought.

Finally, like he was being broken from a spell, he gave me a very genuine smile. Even his emerald eyes glowed in giddiness.

"What's your name?" He asked me breathlessly.

"My name is, my name is, my name is Marinette!" Oh my God, did I just stutter?

I really got it bad than I thought.

He frowned at me before he schooled his expression before I could investigate his frown further.

"Marinette, that's a very beautiful name. My name is…"

"Adrien!" I heard someone bark, which made the poor blonde froze.

We both turned to face an older man. He had his blonde hair combed back, with business-like glasses on, and his lips were in a tight line. I noticed there was a beautiful woman next to him, and it looked like she was scolding him through her light green eyes.

Probably for his abrupt behavior. I thought to myself.

We both headed towards them, and my parents were right next to them.

"Marinette, my dear. These are the Agrestes' family, they're our new neighbors. I see you have met their son, Adrien Agreste, already," My father stated.

I couldn't find my voice, so I only nodded for my response.

"We've invited your parents to our dinner party tomorrow night. It would be quite a delight if you could come as well, Marinette? My son gets quite bored of this event because not a lot of the guests are… his age," Mrs. Agreste said with an afterthought.

I could have sworn I saw a hint a mirth twinkling in her eyes, but she quickly blinked it away.

"I guess I can come, if I'm not intruding," I replied shyly.

Mrs. Agreste gently put her pale hands in mine. Her hands were quite cold, but it felt soothing.

"You are not intruding at all, in fact, you can pop by at our home anytime you want," I saw Mr. Agreste glare at his wife, but she retaliated with a ferocious glare of her own.

Mrs. Ageste is a nice woman, but she could be quite intimidating as well than her cold husband.

I wonder why he doesn't like me?

She put her hands back while she put a stubborn, golden lock behind her ear.

"The party starts at eight sharp, we really look forward to seeing you there, we abide you a goodnight," She put her small hand in her husband's hand, and gave him a reassuring smile. They turned away and I found out that they lived at that huge mansion.

"I hope to see you tomorrow night, Marinette," Adrien said nervously before he followed his parents.

"Isn't this great, sweetie, you made a new friend," My mom said while she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively

I knew she was implying something more than friends, but I chose not to comment.

"It's getting a bit chilly, let's get inside," My dad said.

We obliged at his suggestion as we headed inside with our suitcases in hand. I knew that this was the moment when my new life shall began.

Time Skip

"I can't believe that your lover is a human," Gabriel Agreste hissed to his son.

"Dear, settle down, I think the girl is lovely," Mrs. Agreste said while fiddling with her manicured nails.

While their son, Adrien Agreste, sat near the window lost in thought. He couldn't believe it, after all these years, he finally found someone to spend forever with. For a vampire, it all takes but a full glance of your lover, and you were forever their slave.

He smiled like the love-sick fool he was as he reminisced about her. Her hair was black as night, with a hint of blue highlights like ocean waves, and those baby blue eyes that could pull you in like a current.

Yep, he was a total sap, thanks to her.

"When do you want to tell her the truth, Adrien," His mom asked with heavy seriousness.

"I would like to court her first before I have to tell her," He answered strongly.

"Son, you do know that this is quite a scandal for your partner to be human," His father piqued as he poured himself a glass of wine.

"They should respect my decision, Father, since we are the royal family of vampires," Adrien retaliated as he made his way to his father's desk.

His father looked him dead in the eye as he gingerly took a sip of his wine.

"Do not be naive, my boy. Our kind is already rebelling of living peacefully with the humans here, so they would do anything to revolt with this kind of lead," Gabriel stated as he pushed up his glasses.

"Also, if they knew about Marinette, who knows what they might do if they got a hold of her," Gabriel finished bluntly.

The wine glass in Mr. Agreste hand was now shattered into a million pieces. His son was livid, his eyes almost looked like a hungry animal waiting to prowl for the kill.

"Excuse me," Adrien abruptly said as he dashed towards the door.

"I will handle this situation with Marinette, my own way. They won't know about our love affair, because I have my ways to romance in secret," Adrien said before he shuts the door behind him.

"Do you have to be so negative, Gabriel," The wife commented disapprovingly to her brooding husband.

"This wasn't supposed to happen, mon amour. He was supposed to be bewitched by an aristocrat vampire, not a Goddamn Human. I wouldn't have mind if his lover was an Akuma,"

"Love has no boundaries, mon chéri," She said soothingly as she wrapped her arms around him.

She let out a gentle blow on his neck, which made him shudder.

"We should be happy that our son has finally found someone, and can finally really take his place as king someday," She said while he played with her hair.

"How are you going to do at the dinner party tomorrow? You already know that there will be humans attending as well," He stated.

She cradled his face into her gentle hands.

"I'll be fine, Gabriel. I've been doing good with keeping control, you just saw me how collected I was with the Dupain-Chengs,"

"Yes, that's because you had your fill before we went over there. And you we're not surrounded by dozens of humans," She quickly pulled away from him.

"Quit treating me like I'm a piece of glass, Gabriel. I can handle myself, I've been doing this for like... forever," She finished sarcastically.

"Yes, but who has been covering up for your little accidents? Who had to bury the maintenance man you killed two months ago!"

"Please, stop!" She begged, but he was too consumed in his anger to hear her desperate pleas.

"I could tell that Mr. Dupain-Cheng is really good at what he does, so there can't be any more slip ups, unless you want the assassins to be knocking on our door," He ranted as he threw his hands in the air to show his frustration with her.

"Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" She screeched so loudly that the glass window broke into a million pieces.

Gabriel quickly wrapped his arms around her, trying to calm her down, even though he was the cause of her storm of emotions. The perks and flaws as being a royal vampire, your emotions could be expressed out loud like the weather. So it was never wise to piss off a royal vampire, especially the Queen for that matter who was very emotional to begin with.

It took her awhile, with a lot of pleas and sorry's from him, she came back from the place she called the Black Hole when her mind drifted away.

"I broke the window," She said brokenly.

"Windows can be easily fixed," He told her strongly.

"Yeah, but as for a broken person, there is nothing in the world that could fix that," She stated and they were quiet for the rest of the night.

The glow of the moon was the only witness that knew their dark secrets. They were the creatures of the night, they drank blood to survive, and they were one of the most deadliest creatures on the planet.