une surprise si sombre

This male was certainly not the same as the one she had experienced before. Not at all. This was another beast entirely. The fading light of the evening reflected off the whites of his frantic mismatched eyes as he pressed his approach into her every step. The wild look in him was nothing she had ever seen.

Her heart picked up the pace, her breathing shallowed as the alarm bells rang. This was no fairy tale. The light around them would have had an enchanting air if it did not threaten to freeze the night solid with the midnight chill of the deep north. Not if she were alone on a rusted-out heap with a madman.

She felt his deep crooning voice in her chest as if he reached up to grasp her stomach and pull it out with nothing but his breath. The gleam of his teeth finally turned her stomach to tell her to run. Nothing good would come of this.

But she was French, and though she shivered with how he pressed his presence over her, she would not cower so easily.

She snarled and jabbed forward, aiming to snap her teeth at the soft tip of his nose, hopefully enough to blind him with pain.

She whirled around and used her claws to dig into the ice for purchase and fly over the terrain with long leaping legs back toward the growing moaning monstrosity. To escape the monster behind her.

She skittered over the metal, her claws scraping over the iron ramp into the iron hull. She dove to her right and ran down a corridor.

"Aide-moi! Allo! Help me!" She called into the echoing structure, begging another soul to at least help her hide. The response was a slowly increasingly loud croaking moan and the eerie oppressive air of ghosts long long gone.

The structure was devoid of all life. The floors uneven and slanted. Her claws sang through the ship as she clambered up a rusted staircase and dived into a dark room. Growing ever darker by the minute. Her breath heaving in her chest as she slunk under a desk and covered her mouth to steady her breathing.