AN: You MUST read Truth in the Dark and Death's New Heir by Dark Austral for this to make any sense at all. This is the sequel to those two. They are AMAZING stories, which is another reason why you should read them.

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans or the DC Universe, and Erin/Sariel belongs to Dark Austral. Also, if you recognize it, then it probably isn't mine. Enjoy!

The Angle of Death

One: The Beginning

He found me in the corner of the library.

At the time, I didn't know him. He was a stranger to me. But I know him now.

"The Allies consisted of England, France, Russian, America, and later Italy. The Central forces were Germany, Austria-Hungary, and the Ottomon Empire," I whispered through my tears, trying to take in as much information as I could. Learning, and knowledge, was the only thing that could comfort me. Until He came, that is.

I saw that a man was looking at me, and I swiftly wiped my tears away, hoping he hadn't noticed. The man wore slick sunglasses, even though it was kind of dark in the library. He wore a black trench coat, and dark blue jeans. His shirt was black as well. He had heavy boots on his feet, but when he moved, I couldn't hear him. He had black hair that was hanging in his eyes. He looked like Death.

He walked up to me, and I half thought that it was Death himself, here to take me away from my hell hole of a life. He kneeled down in front of me. But instead of bringing out a scythe or asking me if I felt dead yet, he asked me a simple, nice question.

"Are you okay?" He asked me. His voice wasn't harsh, but I had a feeling that this man was a man of power.

"Yes," I said defiantly.

He merely raised his eyebrow.

"No," I finally said. Who was this man? I wondered.

"Want to talk about it?" He asked me.

"I don't know," I said. I was trying to decide if this guy was gonna end up being a creeper or not. You know, one of those pedophiles that hunt down children to... you know, do bad things to.

He sat down beside me and leaned against the bookshelf behind us. He put his wrists on his knees and rested his head against the books. Who was this man? I asked myself again.

"It feels better when you talk about it," He told me.

I just stared at him.

"It's rude to stare," He told me.

I clicked my teeth together and looked at the ground.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

"So, what's bothering you?" He asked me.

I was quiet for a minute. If this guy kidnapped me, I thought, maybe I would get to leave this life behind. It would be an adventure, that's for sure. Wait, what am I saying? I have to get into college and get a decent job so that I can get out of here.

"I'm not gonna hurt you," He told me. What a strange thing to say...

"I just worried, that's all," I sniffed.

"What about?"

I was quiet again. The man was quiet too, waiting for me to answer his question.

"College," I finally told him.

"College? You can't be older than fourteen," He said, looking at me.

"Yeah, so?" I growled.

"Aren't you a little young to be worrying about college?"

"I may be, but I need to get out of here," I told him.

It was his turn to be quiet. The vibes I was getting off this man, were weird. Like, I felt like this guy was major dangerous, but for some reason I wasn't scared. I could just feel like this guy was deadly, and that, maybe, he could even kill me and not give it a second thought. But, instead of killing me, he was talking to me. Which was weird.

Then I realized that he had that kind of air about him. The, I'm-all-powerful-so-listen-to-me-you-brat kind of air. I felt that all the time with my parents, and especially my grandparents. But for some reason, instead of thinking he was some snooty, rich guy, I thought of the superheroes.

The superheroes that betrayed us all. That betrayed our trust. I looked at this guy in a whole new light.

"I swear to God. Please tell me your not one of them!" I snarled.

He looked at me, startled. "One of who?" He raised a black eyebrow.

"The superheroes," I spat the name, like it was a subject not to be discussed in a public place. Or a private one for that matter.

Behind his glasses, I could see amusement in his eyes. "I'm not one of them," He finally told me.

"Thank God! I hate those," And then I proceded to call them every bad name I could think of, and some I probably made up too. "Good for nothing," I continued to mutter.

The man laughed. I glared at him. He turned to me and smirked. I slowly stopped with my swearing and looked at him.

"I like you. The name's Reaper," He held out his hand.

What kind of name is Reaper? I thought.

"My name is Erin," I shook his hand, though I had no idea why.

"I'll see you around," He said. He stood up and disappeared as quickly and mysteriously as he had shown up.

"That was major weird," I said to myself. I turned back to my book, but just shook my head and closed it.

I pulled myself up and put the book back in its spot. I fixed a few of the book ends that had slid so that the books were nice and straight. I sighed. I should probably go home now, I thought.

"Yeah, or not," I hissed. I would find somewhere else to go, but I didn't want to go home or stay here.

Maybe I could get some coffee. Yes, coffee. That sounded good. I turned and left the library, forgetting about the strange man called Reaper.

~666~

"He wears his heart safety-pinned to his backpack. His backpack is all that he knows. Shot down by strangers who glaces can cripple the heart and devour the soul. All alone, he turns to stone, while holding his breath half to death! Terrified of what's inside, to save his life, he crawls like a worm from a bird! Crawls like a worm from a bird!" I sing.

The Bird and the Worm, by The Used. It was a good song.

I was in a music store, standing in front of one of the machines that plays the songs of your choice so you can listen to them and pick what CD you would want to buy. I had the large headphones on and I sung the songs under my breath. I had finished my coffee a few hours ago, and now I was tuning out to music. Anything to keep from going back home.

"All alone, he's turned to stone, while holding his breath half to death! Terrified, to save his, he crawls like a worm from a bird. Crawls like a worm from a bird."

It was one of those moments when the song you're listening too matches the situation that you're in. I would do anything to crawl away from the situation I was in. Though I would try to do it with as much dignity that I could muster, instead of like a worm from a bird.

I sighed. This wasn't helping my mood at all.

"Look, ma'am, you need to either buy something, or get out," The employee said to me. Rather rudely, I must add.

"What if I don't want to leave?" I asked.

"Then I can get security. Now, buy something or get out!" He yelled at me.

He was a fat little man in an bright orange vest. His name tag said VERN. He looked like a Vern.

"Fine," I growled. I picked up my bag and threw it over my shoulder.

I walked outside to see that it was almost dark. Maybe, if I stayed out a little longer, my parents would be asleep when I get home.

"I doubt it," I sighed.

I got myself together, and began to make the long walk home. Might as well get this over with. I could picture the long speech they would give me when I got home late. My friend, Georgie, was always telling me how her parents ragged on her when she got home late.

I pretended that my parents did the same thing, agreeing that it was a total drag. We were teenagers after all. Life was suppose to be a "party" for us. I use quotation marks because it isn't a party. Not for me, at least. When I was out of here, then I would party.

I finally got to my house after walking for about an hour. Instead of being dark and silent, it was lit up like the Fourth of July and music could be heard for miles around. Looks like I wouldn't be sleeping again tonight.

I should probably mention my parents. They're druggies. Well, no. They're not just druggies. They were rich druggies, who didn't give a damn about me. They were celebs. In the entertainment industry, no less. My dad, who was a good thirty years older than my mom, was a rock star and my mom was an actress.

Would they even realize I wasn't there? Maybe I'll go stay with Georgie or something, I thought.

I turned and headed in the direction of Georgie's house. If they let me, I would always stay at their house. No, scratch that. If they let me, I would spend the rest of my life in the library. I would sleep there, and get food to eat at the store down the street. And I would spend all my free time reading.

Knowledge would never let me down.