On fascination street, lived a girl. A wicked one they called Cruella, who had no shortage of psychotic tendencies and cut throat fashion. On this street, there also lived a boy. A cunning young vampire named Remington with mysterious origins and a knack for music. You had shaken up the world with fashion, while he shattered the glass with music. It was safe to say, you two were a match made in hell. However, you were trying to get revenge on the designer who killed your mother. And he was trying to escape the law, for which was 20 years minimum in jail for drugs and being an alleged accomplice to murder So it was safe to say that falling in love was the least of everyone's problems. His first impression of you was that you were cocky, deadly and absolutely someone he would fall for. And yours was that he was batshit crazy, too stubbotn for his own good and more than likely to be able to sweet talk his way out of a violent murder scene.

Remington sauntered into your room, a mischievous look in his eyes. "Well, you pulled off that fire stunt at the gala dreadfully well. I have to say, might be your best work yet. Any news on the manhunt? I'm getting antsy and the cocaine isn't helping."