Till Next Midnight

He was my curse

As he was my blessing

My feelings for him that should have not been

But were

Should I tell him?

I feel it not necessary for I believe he already knows

The feeling is not love

For he cannot love

I believe its hate/love

I never thought there could be such a thing

Why do you do this to me?

My blessing

No!

My curse

Fruitywritechic: Hello fans welcome to my latest fanfic, Till Next Midnight. This fanfic is told through first person, basically meaning that the narrator is the protagonist (main character). As you read through the summary it's about the world of Celena and her job as an agent for the D.C.E.C and her relationship with one of the darkest creatures on earth. I attempted to maintain Celena's character as she was in the episode without her being retarded or memory-less. I basically made her the way I envisioned her to be if she wasn't kidnapped by Ziabach at an early age. Criticism is well-appreciated since I always like to improve. However I don't want anything along the lines of 'This fanfic sucks' that's just rude! Anyways, read and I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1: Stalking the streets

I stalked the streets of London that night, knowing all to well the reason behind my breaths that had become short from the quick movements my legs made. I was searching, searching for him.

The aching burning sensation within my limber legs was the cause of some of my delay, but I didn't delay by much for fear that he had already reached some poor soul.

As though that wasn't enough I knew that even when I would finally met up with him he he'd surely put up a fight about the matter of him leaving the premises. The hardy fool wouldn't let go of the notion that the land he claimed as his, centuries ago no longer belonged to him. The land belonged to the corporation I belonged to; a corporation that didn't take too kindly to his…let's say kind.

"Idiot" I softly chided, to no one in particular.

I didn't want to be responsible for his death or worse, his capture. It was rumored that those who were captured underwent the worst of tortures because of their heightened powers. Many were stubborn and relentless, but then again, so were the investigators. Teeth would be pulled, drugs that hindered the healing process would be injected, and silver would be used, until the victim finally surrendered. My memories recalled one torture that I had misfortune of witnessing. There was so much blood, and the man's eyes they burned with hatred like a lion being hunted. My thoughts were jarred by a sudden voice.

"Well…what do we have here?"

Attempting to calm my azure eyes, I immediately found myself failing as I realized that my pistol still sat comfortably in my waist belt.

Inwardly cursing myself for my stupidity I had no other alternative but to turn and face the source of the voice.

I had been so focused on finding him that I had completely forgotten about any other potential dangers on the premises.

The man before me possessed a dark aura, so strong that it was poisoning and intoxicating. His once black irises were now gone revealing nothing but his naked white eye. Seeing no alternative I clenched fiercely at my gun at my side before quickly pulling it out and aiming directly at his left side where the source of his would be life lay.

"Alzarand…" I calmly acknowledged him. I had always been a girl with a few words and despite the unexpectancy of the circumstances I was placed in, that hadn't changed.

"Agent Schezar," I couldn't help but wince slightly at the ice behind his voice "I believe I have a favor to pay you"

Before I could react Alzarand pulled back the long black trench coat that hid his slim figure, mind you I was no better, revealing his bare chest where numerous scars were dotted on.

"These scars were the result of your corporation!" he stated angrily.

Blinking my eyes once again, I found my façade quickly fading. "The damned have to be punished." I replied simply.

Obviously what I had said had angered him greatly, for before I could react he dissipated with his mysterious powers that only a craft could possess, and appeared behind me.

"You and your corporation have no right to punish those who are gifted." The cold of steel was pressed tightly against my neck. "Perhaps I should kill you slowly so you can experience the agony I had to endure while in that hell"

Knowing all to well that resistance was a loss cause, I just took one deep breath in preparation for my death.

I anticipated the feel of the cold steel meeting up with the vital arteries and nerves that resided beneath my tender pale skin. It would hurt like hell but I wouldn't give this demon the satisfaction of him knowing that he had broken me.

Waiting…I was surprised to find that nothing had come.

So there I stood for a good minute, until the silence had become so unbearable that I had to open my eyes.

The site that had met my eyes would've been disturbing to any normal civilian, but then again, I wasn't exactly the normal civilian.

It was a pair of blood red eyes that met up with the innocence of my blue ones. Blood was spelt every where in the creature's face. My eyes quickly moved from the creatures' mouth, covered with blood, to the dead heap that had once belonged to the craft that threatened my life a minute ago. The craft's neck was maimed, his face known beyond recongization. I would've thrown up had it not been for the fear that ultimately froze me in my place.

I could feel the gun shaking in my hands. The creature's blood red eyes automatically went to them and before either of us knew what happened the sound of a gun going off echoed within the dreary buildings of the old city.

I heard a hiss before I had finally gotten the courage to open my eyes once more. The eyes were now slightly smaller as the pale brows of the creature's face began to furrow.

Gripping me tightly around the neck the creature lifted me a good foot above the ground, and no matter how hard I fought for him to let me go, his grip was steadfast.

"I save you, and you shoot me. Some deal my love" Sarcasm was all over his voice

"Let me go Albatou"

The vampire's grip gradually loosened as he placed me softly on the floor, but his angered expression did not change.

I was trembling all over, knowing too well that he could have easily snapped my neck and drunk from my blood as he just did with the craft.

As though reading my thoughts he smirked before lifting my strong chin. I immediately flinched from his cold touch. "One day you'll die by my hands, but till then my love…"

He allowed his eyes to wonder over my figure causing me to flush in anger. "I am not a scrap of meat Albatou"

The albino vampire simply just blinked before allowing his bloody lips to curl in a smile "I believe that's the first time I've heard a full sentence out of you love"

Despite my protest the vampire, or should I say my vampire, embraced me. It was a rarity since expressing his feelings wasn't exactly one of his forte. I shivered slightly as I felt his sharp canines graze my neck.

Fearing for my soul I pushed him away staring at him hesitant eyes "Albatou you have to…"

"Leave." Smirking at my astonished expression he continued "Pity…I so wanted to feast tonight." Allowing his red eyes to wonder at a particular building that greatly resemembled an old castle, I could read his blood thirst. "I wonder what challenges would face me if I were to attack the D.C.E.C (Dark Creatures Extermination Corporation)

The clicking of my trigger was enough to warn him of my threat "Alright…alright love you win for tonight."

Partially grateful and yet depressed, I watched the mysterious dark figure whirl on his feet before walking further into the sudden fog that had appeared, disappearing into the night. His beauty was full of awe as his tall, elegant figure was covered with a deep red cloak, while his silvery hair shimmered against the light beams of the moonlight.

Captivated by him I barely made out the words he spoke, signifying his farewell. They were the same words he had spoken for as long as I could remember.

"Till next midnight"

He's presence was so powerful that it took me a while before I noticed the flashing bright green light from my flip phone that hung from my side. It was amazing that it still managed to remain fixed to my black pants considering the trauma I had just went through.

Answering the phone I discovered it was the D.C.E.C checking in on me. As usual they called exactly on the dot 12:00.

"I found Alzarand…no…he's dead, something must have gotten to him before I did."

By the time I arrived home, it was already 2:00 in the morning. I couldn't help but groan as my faded azure eyes looked at the flashing red numbers. This was the fifth night in the row that the D.C.E.C had assigned me on the late rounds.

"Gaddess better get well soon," I mumbled to no one in particular.

Tilting my head slightly to one side a satisfying crack that would've made any person wince was heard. Content I smiled while stretching my worn out limbs and aching muscles. I was so distracted by my stretching routine that I barely took notice of the tall figure that lingered in the corner of my small living room in my apartment.

"You're way past your bedtime," the timber voice spoke.

Frozen in my place, my head slowly turned to face the source of the voice. Emerging ever so slowly from the shadows, I saw flickers of gold fur, and then a nose that greatly resembled that of a golden retriever. My face automatically relaxed at recognition.

"Jajuka," I acknowledged the half dog, half man.

My guardian's face remained fixed in a scowl, which would've frightened me if I hadn't gotten so accustomed to it over the years.

Approaching me in a way that a dog would approach a cat, he immediately grabbed my extremely pale blonde hair and with it pulled my head back while sniffing at my neck.

Blushing from head to toe, I pushed him aside. Although I knew that his sense of smell was ten times keener than humans, I still didn't like it when he sniffed me.

"He was with you again." It was an accusation, more than a statement.

My blood began to boil in anger. He may be my guardian, but Jajuka had no right to peer into my business, particularly those who I associated myself with. None-the-less I cracked my lips into the brightest, most forced smile I could muster.

"With whom" my eyes had gleamed over into ice.

"Don't play that game with me Celena," Jajuka growled "You know who I am talking about!"

"I simply went looking for Alzarand. I found him and reported him into the D.C.E.C"

Jajuka crossed his arms across his broad chest, and for the first time I saw him step fully out into the light. He was wearing the XX-large white T-shirt Allen had given him last Christmas and the pair of forest green would be capris. Unfortunately because of Jajuka's 6 '8 height, the capris just barely reached his knees.

"You neglected to mention that Alzarand was dead when you reported him in."

Damn,

Biting my lip nervously I tore my gaze away from his accusing ones. Listen intensively I waited for him to finished.

"I also find it quite funny how when you found him, his neck was…what was the word the D.C.E.C used…ah…lacerated with what appears to be fangs."

"Alzarand found me and was about to kill me when Albatau interfered." I quietly confessed

"What!"

Shaking my head I headed for my bedroom. I was so tired and I didn't feel like hearing Jajuka's daily lectures.

However it seemed Jajuka wasn't going to let me go away that easy. I winced as I felt a fierce grip around my wrist.

"He's a dangerous creature"

"I know"

"He could've killed you, had he not feasted"

"I know"

"I thought I told you not to see him"

"Jajuka! He sought me out!" I whirled on my heels and confronted my guardian with anger eyes.

I watched as Jajuka's big green eyes widened astonished. After a minute his big brows softened as he grabbed my hand with his gigantic ones and stared me in the eye.

"You have to report him to D.C.E.C"

"I am not going to do that Jajuka"

"He's dangerous" he repeated once more.

"So are you" I dared to say. My heart began to race at my boldness. Since when have I become this brave to stand up before a mutant?

I couldn't help but feel guilt as I saw pain flash before the Halfling's eyes. His snout had suddenly become smaller as his flowing gold hair seemed to cease standing on end.

I looked away before pulling my hand out of his grasp. "Good night Jajuka"

The last thing I remember was my guardian's broken stature as I departed for my bed room. I knew that my words had opened a previous chapter in his life; a chapter that was the cause of great pain and suffering.

I had opened a chapter of the time before my parent's death, a time when Jajuka was nothing more than a cruel experiment by a secret society of the D.C.E.C. The day he had escaped was the day I met him and although I didn't know it then, he had pledged himself as my guardian, my protector.

I knew his actions were only that of someone desiring to protect a treasure they cared deeply about. He was right about Albatou. He was a dark and dangerous creature, but like Jajuka who was considered to be as dark, Albatou only wanted to see me protected.

Or at least I thought he did.

So I went to bed that night, but I found no comfort beneath my thick layers of deviants.

I simply stayed up for the rest of the night awaiting the uncertain events that tomorrow would bring.