Marinette's POV

My eyes slowly flutter open.

"Luka?"

Luka glances over at me, and his face quickly lights up. He smiles and dashes over to me. He hands me a cold glass of water. I drink it down, and smile.

"Thank you," I say, and start to get up.

"Oh, no no no..." Luka urgently says, and grabs my hand. "You're not going anywhere."

"I'm fine, don't worry," I say, leaning against the door frame.

Luka frowns. "You're not fine. I swear I'm not going to do this anymore, and I won't let Adrien do it either. I can find other ways to drink blood."

I roll my eyes. "Look, I'm not that bad."

"Not that bad? Are you even looking at me right now?"

"Both you and Adrien need blood, so I'll just be your blood bag."

Luka stands up. "Marinette, this is serious! You almost died!"

I pull out my phone and text Chat Noir, hoping he can come pick me up. I can't transform in the state I am in now.

I look Luka dead in the eyes. "I'm fine."

"You are not fine!"

"Stop freaking out!"

"Sorry for freaking out, I only thought you were dead!" Luka says, grabbing my hands.

I yank my hands out of his. "Incase you forgot, you did this to me. Why do you even care so much?!"

I grab Marinette's waist and pull her close. "Because I love you, Marinette!"

My heart stops and my cheeks turn bright red. "W-what?"

Luka sighs. "You heard me Marinette, and I'm not willing to let you go another day without knowing.  I love you. I always have since I first laid my eyes on you. I love your warm hands, your cute freckles, your stunning night-sky hair. I love the way you smile, the way you laugh, the way you use your hands when you're talking."

I stay quiet.

He grabs my hands and kisses them. "You're everything I wanted and more, Marinette."

My heart flutters in my chest. My bright blue eyes grow wide, and I feel my ears heating up.

"Will you go out with me?"

He looks at me with his bright red eyes. His hand slowly reaches up to my cheek. I feel his warm skin touch mine, but he freezes.

He swiftly drops his hands and looks at something behind me. I turn around and see none other than Chat staring at Luka.

"Sorry, I don't want to interrupt y'all," Chat Noir says coldly.

Luka crosses his arms and looks down on Chat. "Well, well, well. Look at what the cat dragged in."

"I just came here to pick Marinette up, but I guess you have that covered, huh?" Chat asks.

"Please, not now..." I murmur.

Luka drops his stance and looks at me, betrayed. "You texted him to pick you up? I could have helped you!"

I back away from Luka. "We were arguing, and I didn't want to hurt you even more."

"Look, just let me take her home and we can talk about this later," Chat mutters.

"She doesn't need you to take her home. I can," Luka says, defensive.

Chat looks away. "She's not an object, Luka. She can speak for herself."

"Chat!" I yell.

"What? This guy wants to date you and you're just keeping quiet!"

"Are you jealous?" Luka asks in realization.

"I am not jealous!" Chat yells, turning to me. "Can't you see?! The vampire in him is getting to him! He wants to use you! You deserve so much better!"

"Shut up, I'm not using her for her blood! Do you ever listen?! I love Marinette!" Luka cries.

"She's not yours!" Chat shouts.

"Actually, she is," Luka counters.

Chat stumbles back, and I see a tear fall.

"Mari..." I hear him whisper. "Is... is that true?"

I freeze, knowing that whatever I say, I'll hurt one of these boys in this room. But I'm too late. He already knows.

Chat scowls. "That's a good enough answer to me."

He jumps out of the skylight and uses his baton to rapidly shoot out of the boat. I dash after him, but it's too late. I turn around, and furious tears start to fly everywhere. I lean in and slap Luka.

"YOU IDIOT! I NEVER SAID I LOVED YOU!"

He stands in shock, then stumbles backwards. He slowly raises his hand to his cheek, where I slapped him.

"I-I'm sorry Marinette," he whispers. "I never meant to go this far, I swear."

"I'm not your toy! I'm not just something you get to keep!"

Luka looks at me, with teary eyes.

"I'm sorry, Marinette. I thought you did love me. That's why I said all of those things, because I thought they were true," he says, small tears running down his cheeks. "It was possessive and controlling of me. I don't know what came over me. I swear, Mari, I swear it won't happen again."

He stepped away from me, and held himself. "I promise."

I put my hands on my chest, and look at him with regret. "I shouldn't have slapped you either. I'm sorry."

Silence settles upon us. He looks up at me with big red eyes. "You should go see him."

"W-wait, what?" I stutter.

"I know you still like him. You've liked him ever since you met him on the first day of school. I know the way you look at him," Luka says, smiling through his tears.

I jump up and run to him. "Luka, I-"

"You stopped acting like you liked him when you found out he was Chat Noir. I get it, you were in denial. But he isn't. So go see him."

Tears slide down my face as I cover my mouth with my hand.

"So leave me. Go see the boy you love," he says, grinning.

I frantically nod, and dash over to him. I throw my arms over him, and cry. He wraps his arms around my waist, and rubs my back. After a minute or two, I pull away, wiping my tears, and head out of his room.

"Just remember," he whispers, "That I was the one who loved you first."

~

As I'm flying through Paris on my yo-yo, I scan the horizon for Chat. I finally recognize his familiar blond hair sitting on the Eiffel Tower, looking down upon the city he works so hard to keep safe. I head to the tip of the tower.

"What do you want?" He asks, keeping his gaze focused toward the city.

"I came to check up on my favorite cat," I say, smiling.

He ignores me. He kicks his feet over the edge of the iron tower, and keeps the same pout on his face. I sigh and shake my head. I quietly slide next to where he's sitting, and let my feet drape over the edge with him. I lean over the edge to look him in the eyes, but he looks the opposite direction. Disappointed, I let out an angry huff and slouch in my spot.

"I never stood a chance, did I?" He says, still looking away.

I put my hand on his knee. "Don't say that type of stuff, you know it's not true."

"Go ahead, lie to me then."

"Chat!" I say, shocked.

I angrily sit up straight, but I quickly back down when he looks back at me. He has thick tears falling down his cheeks. His bright red eyes glow with anger, but they're also filled with pain. I feel my heart sink in my chest. I raise my hand and brush his bangs out of his face, and tuck his long locks behind his ear.

"Why don't you see me?! What's wrong with me?!" Chat cries.

"Nothing is wrong with you Chat," I reassure him.

Tears stream down his face. "Then why him? Why him, over me?"

"I didn't choose him, Chat. Luka confessed to me, but I didn't confess back."

Chat looks the other way, and I hear him sob.

I sigh, and lean against him.

"Shh, I know," I gently say.

I feel him tremble as I rest my head on his shoulder. The orange sun sets in the horizon. Birds fly through the sky, and a cool breeze swings by. Leaves dance on the sidewalk 900 feet below us. I just quietly listen to his sobs.

"Chat," I nervously say. "There's something I've always wanted to tell you ever since you gave my your umbrella that one day."

He looks at the setting sun, wiping his tears. "What?"

I feel the heat rise up in my cheeks. My ears slowly turn red, and I can feel my heart beating fast.

"I love you."

Chat looks at me with his eyes wide open.

"I love you, and I always have. Remember when we first met, and I would stutter every time I saw you? I was a nervous wreck because I loved being with you. You we're my favorite person to ever be around. And when I found out you were Chat Noir, I freaked out because I realized I loved you both. I don't care if you're human or vampire..."

I look at Chat dead in the eyes.

"...I've always loved you, Adrien." I whisper.

Chat's face fills with longing, but he quickly turns away. "You don't have to say that. I know you don't mean it. Nobody means it anyways. Not my father, not my friends, and especially not you..."

"Chat!" I scream, pulling his face towards mine. "I love you!"

I feel tears falling down my cheeks as I grab both sides of his face with my hands, and frantically look into his broken eyes.

"I LOVE YOU, ADRIEN AGRESTE!"

Chat's face freezes. I see his eyes tremble in disbelief, but he quickly shuts his eyes and smiles.

"I've wanted this for so long, Marinette."

He quickly leans over and hugs me. A tight hug. I feel him tremble in my arms, and I hug him back. I smell his cologne on his shoulder. I feel his wet tears quickly seep through my shirt. He puts his hand on the back of my head, and holds me close. We stay there for what feels like forever. I don't even remember how long I've wanted this. I've wanted him for so long, but I could never tell him. I squeeze him tight and we pull away.

"Marinette, are you sure you want this?"

I nod, and rub my hand on his cheek. "I always have, kitty."

I feel my heart race, and my chest is filled with butterflies. Chat faces me, and tilts his head.

"With your permission, m'lady?"

I smile, and we kiss.

Luka's POV

I watch the two superheroes from my window. I want to look away, but I can't. My stomach feels hallow. My hands shake in frustration. I told her I wanted this. I told her I wanted her to be happy. I want this for her.

But I wish she was happy with me.

I slam my window shut and storm away. I rush to my bathroom and face myself in the mirror. I'm fine, I tell myself, but it's no use. I'm not fine. I love her. I love Marinette. I wish I was the one she was kissing on the tower. I look at my red eyes in the mirror, and watch as tears slowly fall down one by one. This isn't fair.

He doesn't even try, and he's perfect.

I ball my fist up and sling a punch into the mirror. Mirror shards explode and litter the bathroom. The yellow light above my head flickers above my head, and taunts me. I look at the blood streaming down my hand through the blurry vision and my eyes grow wide in realization. I look in the mirror again and wipe my tears.

I can't take this loneliness anymore.

I dash out of my bedroom and grab my black hoodie. I slide the jacket over my head and head out of my room. Once I'm in the Paris streetlights, I put my hoodie over my head, and I head towards the alleyways. I quickly slide into the shadows and disappear from view. I watch as a group of girls slowly walk home from the mall. I don't remember much after that.

All I know is that I snapped, and when I woke up, blood painted the road.

And I didn't regret it.