A/N: I do not own Noblesse, nor do I intend to make any money off of it. I also do not own Catrina Blanque, she is an OC made by a friend of mine. The only thing I do own is my OC Madison Delfane. This is my first fic for Noblesse so please, go easy on me but be honest. I have not read the manga for this, I have only seen the two animations Beginning of Destruction and Awakening. I do plan on reading the manga when I have more time but for now, please bare with this.


The day had started out like any other, the sun had been shining and the birds were chirping. There was a fierce chill in the air, a sign that winter was fast approaching. The animals had seemed to sense this, as they had begun gathering what they would need and frantically searched for a safe place to hunker down. Yes, all around creatures of all species seemed to be getting ready for the coming winter. A fairly young man was roaming the streets of an unknown city, his eyes not missing a single movement and his ears not missing a single sound. He was on a mission and he would not stop looking until he found what he was seeking. It was this mission that had taken him so far from the world he had known…a world that had always been untouchable by man…a world that humans had not known even existed. He stopped by a stand and examined the food that was there. He spoke every language so finding out what the woman offered and what he wanted was not a big deal. What was a big deal, however, was the fact that he had to force himself to eat in order to keep up his strength. He picked a few things out, paid, and continued his walk. He made his way out to a small stream on the outskirts of the city where he sat down to eat the food. He sighed as he stared at his reflection, his eyes had sunken in from the lack of sleep his journey brought and his skin seemed to be growing paler by the day. He knew there was a chance his body would give in before he found what he was looking for but he didn't care. He would rather die than sit by and pass each day wondering where his lost treasure was.


A young woman was walking around enjoying the crisp air. She loved this time of year, because it meant snow and it meant peace. There were fewer crimes during the winter than any other season, which meant that there wouldn't be any screams in the city for a while. She was thankful for that. She was walking the stream when she saw a man lying down a few hundred yards from her. She studied him for a moment before moving closer, her senses on high alert. She hadn't seen him around before and didn't know if he was a wanted criminal or something.

"Hey." She called out as she got closer.

When he didn't respond she moved forward until she was close enough to see him clearly. His skin was pale and his eyes were shallow, she could tell he had not been sleeping properly for quite some time. His hair was long and pale blonde, judging by the color and how brittle it looked she knew that he was in poor health. His clothing consisted of a white shirt, black pants, and a black cloak which was currently wrapped over him to keep him warm. She could see stains on it from where he had been sleeping on the ground.

"Poor thing…he must have been through some hard times to end up like this."

She quickly glanced around before looking back down at him. There was something about him…she could feel it.


Blue eyes slowly opened as a hand placed itself gently on his forehead, a rag wiping some dirt away. His eyes fell upon a pair of brown ones as a soft voice spoke.

"You're awake…good."

He bolted upright and turned to face the person directly as a candle was lit to give the room some light. He was surprised to see a young woman standing there, her brown eyes trained on his. Her red hair fell to her lower back in gentle waves and had black streaks within it. It covered her right eye, leaving her left completely exposed. Even in the darkness of the room, in the candlelight, he could tell that she had an athletic build and was fairly tan.

"Who are you?" He called out softly, his body tense. Last thing he remembered was falling asleep beside a stream…and now he was in a bed in someone's house.

"My name is Catrina…Catrina Blanque. You have nothing to fear, you are safe here."

He didn't know why, but her words soothed him and soon he was lying back down in the bed, allowing her to continue what she had been doing before.

"I have told you my name…will you tell me yours?"

"Frankenstein…" He replied in a soft tone, completely relaxed by her gentle hands washing his face.

"Well, Mr. Frankenstein…might I ask what brought you to this city? You're not a wanted criminal are you?"

"No. I'm…I'm looking for someone."

"Oh? Who might that be?"

He got silent. Should he tell her? Should he trust a complete stranger with his quest? What if she was a spy for the other nobles that had wanted his master dead? What if she reported to them that he was looking for his master to reawaken him? He let out a sigh and shook his head, he was overthinking this. Being with his master had taught him how to tell whether people were a threat or not and she was not a threat.

"I'm looking for…my master."

"Your master?" She replied, genuinely curious, as she rinsed the rag off in a bowl and dried her hands on her gown.

He sat up and she moved to sit on the bed beside him, her eyes never leaving his own that seemed to be filled with such a pain and longing that she had never seen before. It stirred something deep inside her and made her want to know more about this mysterious stranger…and his quest.

"My master is…was…the Noblesse, Raizel. He was critically injured in a fight with his best friend, Muzaka."

"The Werewolf king?" She said, her eyes widening. Frankenstein nodded, his eyes on the floor and his hands folded in his lap. He didn't seem to care about his glasses being on the table near the bed.

"Muzaka was enraged. Humans killed a young girl he was traveling with. Years before he had saved the girl but had failed to save her mother, whom had been a friend of his. The girl became like a daughter to him…he loved her. Her death enraged him to the point where he no longer cared about protecting the humans from war…or other werewolves. The only thing he wanted or cared about…was revenge on the humans. My master…was the only one that could stop him."

Catrina watched as the man beside her began to shake, his hands balling into tight fists. It was clear this next part was what hurt the most.

"What happened?" She asked softly. It was a tone she had not used in a very very long time and using it on a total stranger shocked her.

"My master went after him…whether they were friends or not, my master would not let him harm the humans or get involved in their wars. This led to a huge fight between them. My master…he can…could control anyone and manipulate blood…he is…was…a fierce force. He put up a blood shield which ensured that neither of them was leaving that area until their war was over. He…he used every last bit of his power to end his friend but…it cost him something very precious. I felt it…the moment it happened."

She watched as he clutched his heart, tears now falling down his cheeks and his eyes shut tightly.

"I…I know he is in an eternal sleep inside his coffin. But it fell into the ocean and I…I don't know where it is now. I cannot stop looking until I find it. I need to find my master...I just have to."

Catrina didn't know why but seeing him so upset…it hurt her. She pulled him close and held him tight, allowing him to cry into her shoulder as she ran her hands through his long hair. She would let him bathe tomorrow before giving him a decent meal. For now, she would just hold him and let him cry…it was obvious he had been holding this in for a while now.

"Frankenstein…I know your pain. I have had something precious to me stolen away as well…but unlike you, I can never get mine back. If you allow it, I will help you in your quest to find your master. The world is large but if you have someone helping, it doesn't seem as big."

"You…you would help someone you don't know?" He asked, leaning back to look at her, his eyes already a bit puffy.

"I'm getting tired of this city…and I can see how much you care for your master. Please, allow me to look with you. I can search in the Northern and Eastern cities and you could take the Southern and Western cities."

Frankenstein seemed to consider this as he dried his eyes. He felt no ill intent or deception from her…but more than that he felt as though she were something special…something precious. Finally, he nodded.

"My dear…it would mean a great deal to this broken soul if you would help me find my master. You will be greatly rewarded in return."

"I seek no rewards…I enjoy quests." She gave him a faint smile, causing him to smile for the first time in a long time.

They talked for a while more before sleep finally claimed them both. For the first time in years, Frankenstein fell asleep with a smile on his face…and hope in his heart. His search, with the aid of the young girl in the next room, would begin anew tomorrow…and for the first time in years he finally felt hope that he would at long last find his master.