Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans- Plain and simple- nor will I ever. I do Not own the idea of Vampires, their origin or the countless other stories written about them, I do not own the character Raven, and all of the other Teen Titans at all. I only own my ownmade up character Ocajnik, and the idea of him in the story along with this plot.

Summary: I'm back! Since my last chapter in this story I have had a lot on my plate and I haven't been able to finish typing this brand new chapter- So I'm very glad that I finally have the chance to give you all this one.

Oh- and one more very IMPORTANT NOTE: For each of the beginnings of the Chapters I've decided to start out with as different character's POV, in hopes to tell the story from all angles and all viewpoints. The First chapter was in Ocajnik's POV, and this second chapter will be Told in Raven's POV.

((Chapter 2))
"Untouchable"

"And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

Dylan Thomas-
"Do Not Go Gentle Into that good night"

(Raven's POV)

Robin and I had at that time a silent understanding, an unspoken relationship through which we both knew of each other's feelings. I knew that he liked me- and wanted so badly to be with me; and he in turn knew that I had the same feelings as well. But what we both knew was shown painfully clear many times; I couldn't show my emotions, because if I did, my powers would surge out of control. Thus, a relationship between the two of us was out of the question.

But once in awhile, we would share that momentary secret glance, lasting only mere seconds in which we both would share our thoughts. Our emotions would surge, and at that point I would fight the smile creeping into my lips. Something in his eyes told me exactly what I needed to know, bringing a blush to my cheeks. He would love me…always.

But love like that- with such forbidden boundaries could only last for so long. He and I knew this as well. Deep down, even though I loved him intensely and with all of my heart, I knew that one-day he would find another women. Some other women whom he knew could love him back whole-heartedly, and not keep her love for him a secret. I knew that truly, he wanted someone who could hug him, kiss him, and not blow up the neighborhood in the process. I knew one day he would find this perfect girl and move on.

And that heartbreaking truth drove a wedge farther between us, even though we tried desperately to stay together. But how could we? Our relationship was non-existent. How can you keep something from breaking apart when it never was together?

We couldn't stop the awkward silences, the jealous moments we each witnessed. For me, StarFire constantly brought rage into my heart, and for him it was always Beast Boy. And lastly- we couldn't stop what we both had feared the most; the constant discomfort a dull ache we both felt whenever we were near each other.

It had to stop. And it did- but in the most unusual and confusing way. I met someone else. Dark and slim, built and dressed in black, he was almost like someone who had stepped out of one of my many countless books. But he was no Malachior. No- he was much more handsome and even more captivating.

There was something about him that enticed me, yet kept me wondering. It was something dark within him, yet at the same time so alluring, tempting, enthralling, and enchanting. I knew at that moment when I met him that something about him was different. Something drew me near.

I don't know how it happened, but somehow, that night, for the first time in years, I forgot about Robin completely. Oh how the tables had turned- he wasn't the one who had met the perfect replacement, I was.

But then, none of it made sense at all. I couldn't have fallen in love again could I? I mean, for me love didn't exist at all; it was a conundrum in and of itself. And the chances of that certain stranger whom I had met perchance in the park on a dreary night ever talking to me again were Zero to none. Not to mention the fact he had almost been close to killing me.

No- it was impossible for me to love, and then to suddenly love someone who had tried to seemingly suck the life out of me. He was Vampire for God's sake, and scary one at that. But then- there was something about him that seemed so human; so sad, and so gloomy after he came to from his seemingly uncontrollable "hunger". This part of him was what made me ache for him. This part of him was what made those old forbidden boundaries reappear, but in front of a new person.

He was so untouchable I wanted him.

Raven woke as the sun of dawn made its way quietly through the cracks in her dark black curtains, and rolled over groggily. A yawn escaped her lips as she sat up and sleepily, and lumbered out of her bed. Her hair in a chaotic state, each strand running this way and that, she decided to head towards her vanity.

In her mind she wondered if what had happened last night was really real, or if it was just another one of her horrific nightmares. Maybe she had dreamed it all, and none of what she had seen had actually been reality. But how could something like that; which had seemed so real be only her imagination? 'It wasn't real…' she reasoned with herself, expressionless as she stared at the face looking back at her in her mirror. Her own features seemed so vacant- and so void.

Hastily, Raven ran a comb through her hair, and sighed as she noticed the small slivers of light leaking in the room from the curtains. She doesn't bother to open the curtains, her eyes hurt already from the lack of sleep she had last night.

Yawning slowly, she looked back at her vanity's jewel lined mirror, expecting to see her same own reflection. But instead Raven suddenly saw nothing. With horror she stared at the mirror that was missing her reflection and in shock almost fell out of her chair. Where was it? Where was her reflection?

'It's only a figment of my imagination…I'm just imagining it…' she rationed with herself in the most logical tone she could muster. It wasn't real… her reflection was there wasn't it? Raven started to take deep breathes and try to calm herself down. It was noting really. 'God it's so stupid to even get frightened at something like that...' she added in a bitter annoyed voice that echoed in her mind.

But just as she began to calm down, abruptly, two blood red eyes appeared in front of Raven in the mirror, threatening and bold. They had a look of pure evil, but held none of the characteristics of Raven's father Trigon's eyes. Piercing waves of screams came from out of the mirror, full of pain and anguish, and Raven covered her ears to stop the throbbing.

"God make it stop!" She screamed as she fell to her knees and felt yet another wave of pain stab into her. The mirror across from her trembled as Raven looked up and tried desperately to summon her powers to create a force filed around it. But before she could, the mirror screams grew louder, and peaked in force. The unbelievable grief, sorrow, misery, and unhappiness overwhelmed the mirror so greatly that at its peak it shuddered and then without warning shattered completely.

But as suddenly as it all had come to be, all became silent as the screams ceased, and Raven's mirror lay in ruins. The eyes in the mirror disappeared, and to Ravens' relief, her reflection appeared in what was left of the mirror; it's scattered shards. But as she leaned into take a better look at herself, terror filled her as she noticed two distinct bit marks on her neck. They appear all too real for Raven as she suddenly stood up from her vanity, and knocked over her chair. 'Oh God...' Raven whispered to herself on shock.

She wasn't hallucinating. Everything that had happened last night was real. Raven retreated from her room, pulling her hood as far as it could go over her face. She swiftly moved up to the Tower's roof, trying desperately to get some fresh air.

Millions of questions plagued her mind as she inhaled and tried to meditate, over flowing at the seems. Whose eyes were in her mirror? Whose emotions plagued it- and who was haunted by such disturbing images? Was it perhaps the boy she had met last night….? Was he perhaps not just an image of her imagination? But none of these questions could be answered by Raven, who sighed and attempted to block out her memories of last night.

(Meanwhile...)

Ocajnik shifted restlessly on the floor of the dark basement, unable to sleep. He sat up and propped himself up against the cold, damp wall and then sighed aloud, brushing his hair out of his face. It was three hours after dawn; he could tell, because his skin burned and itched like it always did when the sun was up. Luckily for him however, last night before sunrise, he had found an open door into an abandoned building, which led him to the uninhabited dark underground room.

His stomach rumbled, and his whole body ached as he stretched his back and legs. Last night he had been interrupted in the middle of his feeding by an incredibly strong life force from some girl. Because his inner animal takes control during his blood thirst, it automatically made him drop the human girl and go for the one with the stronger life force.

Ocajnik sighed as he remembered the girl, who was very pale, and in fact so pale, that she was in a way eerily beautiful. But she was not human, or so he had found out. This girl- this girl with such and extremely strong life force, was only half-human. Her other half was demon. And under the Vampire laws of blood take, in which he himself was to conform, he would only be allowed to take her blood, or any other demon, half-demon, or Vampire unless they themselves consented. It was not that the girl's blood did not taste good; in fact it tasted ten times better than any human or animal blood he had ever tasted. It was just- that he wasn't allowed. Their veins automatically close up when you try to take their blood forcefully, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

Slowly, another pain shot up Ocajnik's body, but this one was not of physical pain, it was of sorrow and despair. How long had he thought like this- thought of people as common produce? 'Long enough to regret it...' He thought to himself sadly. 'Ever since...' He started but stopped as a memory started to resurface in his mind. Forcefully, he pushed it away, trying to not remember more of his painful reminiscences.

Regret hung in the air like smog suffocating Ocajnik, and forcing him even deeper into misery. He had tried to control his hunger- but he couldn't. He had waited for too long in his constant running from the hunters. Not only had he killed one girl, he had come painfully close to killing yet another. Remorse crept in.

How could he live with himself? How could he even go on when he knew how many lives he had taken in his uncontrollable hunger? More and more emotions plagued Ocajnik bombarding him in addition to the already volatile emotions of anguish and shame. How could he live this way?

He could go out into the sun. He could give himself to the light. The idea had resurfaced into his mind many times, but each time his logical reasoning had stopped him from even carrying it out. He had seen many of his friends in the olden days give themselves to the light- and step into the suns brilliance, but never had he actually taken steps towards doing it himself.

All that was left of them was a pile of ash…

Those words at least, rang clear in his head. With so many sins he had committed would he even be allowed into the gates of Heaven? 'Most likely no..' he said sadly as he closed his eyes momentarily and winced in pain.

DAMNATION…

That's what he had been told he would receive in return for immortality. Damnation. Never would he enter the gates of heaven, nor would he be welcomed anywhere else. Hell? He would most probably be sent there.

With an overwhelming blood thirst, he had killed thousands over the years. 'But I didn't mean to...' he argued sadly. But it was true. He knew it was. He had been so close to killing that half-demon girl, it had only been her own blood that saved her. If he could kill something of such beauty like her- maybe he shouldn't be alive.

But a startling realization hit Ocajnik and disrupted his thoughts. Cringing, he grasped something of even more importance; He let the girl get away. How stupid could he have been? At least for the human girl he hadn't had to erase her memory of him- but for other girl...how could he have been so careless? Now the girl had a chance of getting help, telling the city of the "danger", and quite possibly forming a lynch mob against him. Hundreds of humans against one Vampire wouldn't be a problem, but add one half-demon, who probably had lots of demon or supernatural friends, and you have one dead Vampire.

"So Stupid..." Ocajnik repeated aloud to himself in regret. This is the sort of thing that made him leave towns so quickly. What could he do? If he stayed the girl would surely get her friends to kill him. If he left, news would still spread of his existence from town to town, and he would never be safe. But when has he ever been?

Ocajnik sighed again as he laid back down on the concrete floor. The answer was simple he realized; find the girl and kill her. But that would not be as simple nor would it be as easy as it sounded. The last time he killed purposely was so long ago...

(Flash Back)

The year was 1725, and in a small village called Kisilova in Serbia, a bitter winter ensued, with raging winds, and rifts of snow that never seemed to stop falling. At the center of the town a young couple lived in a tiny farm house, both healthy and just starting out their lives together. It seemed as if they had only two days ago had their wedding reception, full of the town's people wishing them well in their new lives. They had the best of luck on their side, and soon were thinking of starting a family, maybe with two children.

But fate was not on this couple's side, nor did it deal them a fair hand. Only a year after the couple's marriage, the young woman became a widow because of her husband's mysterious death. Her mourning lasted for years, for the two were madly in love.

The man who had died was Ocajnik, who in those times went by a different name. No one knew his story, nor did they really care, for the people in that age were self-absorbed to say the least. Superstition was a main part of life, and when some of the town's people claimed to have seen images of Ocajnik in their dreams, and claimed to that he was sucking the blood out of them, action was taken immediately. They all unearthed his body in order to drive stakes through it, to kill the "Vampire's carcass" as they called it.

But this did not matter; He was not even in his own grave. He had long before found himself buried alive in that horrible coffin, suffocating, and hungry. Primal rage came bellowing out from deep inside him, as he dug his way out of that coffin, pulling the nails right out of the wooden box. His fangs retracted suddenly from their hiding place in his teeth, ready for a meal. Ocajnik was not able to control himself, he was not able to even stop himself from sucking at least two people completely dry and killing them.

For the next week he hid in the shadows, with his bag of dirt form his grave site, and his sliver of wood from his coffin, two of the most important things that were keeping him alive in the early days of his immortality. In those times he would not have been able to survive without the help of the same God forsaken women who had made him what he was: Celeste. It was her dark cackle haunting his dreams when he slept through the day hours- but it was also the same women who helped him during the night when he needed to know how to stay alive. She was a plague, yet a cure to him. She was the cause of his pain, yet the remedy to ease it.

It was through his experience with Celeste...and her last curse upon him...that make Ocajnik run from town to town, never getting to know anyone one particular. She had cursed him in such an unbelievable way that he would never be able to get away from it. And why-Because he couldn't save her from herself? Because of the night she burned? The night that...

(End Flash Back))

Ocajnik stopped his mind from remembering anymore. He didn't want to...because he knew all too well that sorrow would surely follow. Deep inside his mind he locked away the rest of the memory, and slowly he closed his eyes. Finally, he fell into a deep slumber.

He couldn't bring himself kill the girl- not after what he had done to Celeste. Killing her would only prove what Celeste had told him was true, and he couldn't bear to see once again her truths so real and so extreme.

He was not a Plague to the human race…
He couldn't let himself be what she had proclaimed him….
A Death To All...

Author's Note:

Hello people- glad you took the time to read my newest addition of Endless Nights, I hope to have the next chapter up soon, please Review!

See you in the Ninth Level of Hell-
BitterSweetArtist14