AN/ This is my first fic. Any way as far as plot goes I wanted something that hasn't been done to death,so this hit me. It's the 1800's and the Titans are all monsters, are close enough. It's BBRae. This is just the prolog. Have fun.

Disclamer: I do not own the teen titans

PROLOG

The wind whipped and howled at the poor small carriage making it's way through the woods. Thunder jeered at the vehicle, and the rain proceeded to beat it relentlessly, in a tremendous effort to drive the thing away. But the carriage driver seemed to be an idiot, as he could not take the hint. He drove onward, heedlessly throwing away the warning the weather had given him. Obviously the driver had never understood the concept, that sometimes when things are going hard, and the very wether seems to be against you, that maybe, just maybe you shouldn't push it to happen.

Inside the closed cab of the carriage Angela Roth rocked and swayed with the many bumps and pits in the road. The wind picked up a brief gust against their side, and almost flipped the wagon over, and instantly she regretted making the cabby push onward through this ghastly weather. But what could be done? She needed to leave. She couldn't stay. There was no in he–

Angela shook with pain, her red and swollen eyes clamped shut. The young girl let out a hiss, as the pain resided.

The poor child was not a day older than twenty, if that. Yet she sat alone, in a carriage, traveling through the worst storm she had ever seen in her young life. The worst of it, though, was that she was with child. In fact she was several days past due.

Why she was out in the woods that night was anybody's guess.

Angela had taken to thinking about her unborn child, when she was inexplicably brought out of her reverie.

The carriage, it had stopped moving. Why on earth did the carriage stop moving. Did that fool driver not know there was a storm outside. Oh, perhaps he has gotten hurt. Perhaps if he has she had better go and help the stupid blighter, right? Poor fellow.

"Driver." She called, her voice high and shrill with worry. "Driver, I say, why have we stopped? Driver?" She called even louder and more desperate .Still she only received silence. Attributing his sudden dumbness to the storm, She screamed. "Driver! Driver we have to keep going! We Can't stop."

"..."

"Driver!"

Still there was only silence.

Suddenly, the carriage cab door was ripped off it hinges. Revealing...nothing but the storm. Of course that still didn't stop young Angela from screaming bloody murder when the door suddenly flew away, and the raging storm invited itself in, as if it had been tired from it's journey, and wanted to spend the rest of it's trip sharing a cab with her. After a couple of moments it was becoming clear that nothing was out there, but the wind and the rain, and they were coming in presently.

At this revelation the girl calmed, her breathing stilled. A faint nervous smile played across her lips. She sat in the cab staring into nothing. Staring into nowhere.

Out of nowhere a shadowy shape flew into the cab faster than one can blink. In instant it pinned her on the floor.

Angela didn't know what this thing was. She didn't really care what it was. She cared that it was big. That it was strong. That it was hurting her. That she was in danger, but more than all that, her child was in danger.

Long flowing, snow white, hair covered her face, as she tried in vain to fight back. Then she felt two spikes gore her throat. She screamed so loud, it reached the heavens.

Angela had been lying on the ground for who-knows-how-long.. She couldn't remember how long the man had stayed, or when he left. All she knew was the unbearable pain that monster had just caused, and the almost equally unbearable pain she now felt, from something that should have happened days ago. Angela was going into labor.

The girl lay bleeding in a crumple heap on the floor of the cab. The storm still raged on.

Dammit. She knew he was somewhere close, but still she could not find him. She would though. She swore it long ago. Azar was not one for breaking promises.

Yes, that's right. Azar. Daughter of the famous vampire slayer... well his name's not really important.

Her father. She remembered the story of how he left an order of monks, that for the last several centuries had been following a vampire. The most powerful vampire on earth. The monks were rather reserved on certain issues that her father felt could stop the monster. So he left the order and started to hunt Trigon (for that was the monster's name) on his own.

Her father had taught her the ways of the monks, but he had also taught her certain uncivilized ways of hunting. Azar was well versed in vampire slaying.

She herself, had been pursuing Trigon ever since her father died. It was a vow she made on his deathbed, to find a way to bring this bastard to an end.

Azar had been walking in the woods for sometime now.. She felt him. He had been there. Right there! But now, he was long gone

It was somewhere around this point of sheer aggravation at the loss of his trail, really quite humiliating seeing as he always traveled in a storm, that she happened across a carriage. A carriage with the door ripped off.

Azar, clever as she was, speculated that someone most likely needed help inside. At least she would have speculated, had she not already rushed over to the cab.

Inside, Azar saw a sight that would change her life forever. Inside that cab lay a woman on the blood soaked floor of the cab, and she was about to give birth.

Azar clutched the newborn infant to her bosom. Tears filled her eyes, but then they overflowed and spilled out onto her face. The baby was crying as well.

A few feet away from the them, a girl was lying dead in a carriage, a wooden steak sticking out of her decapitated body. It was strange to think that know would believe she had only been dead about five minutes. Her body looked like it had been decaying for quite some time. Only small amounts of gray-brown flesh still clung to her bones here and there. She was mostly a skeleton now. Though, her right leg was nothing but dust, as were four of her ten fingers. In a matter of another ten minutes or so, there would be nothing in that cab but a small pile of dust.

Azar gently bounced the babe and tried to calm it, but her thoughts were elsewhere. Trigon had killed that woman. God knows what's to become of the child for it too. That sadistic bastard. That sick son of a bitch. He would pay for what had done here today.

Azar swore it.

The child had stopped wailing for the moment, leaving an eerie silence. Not along lived one, however. For, as if the world had decided this was an awkward silence that had gone on too long– and needed to be stopped (albeit that was far from the truth), a high pitched squawk pierced the quiet.

Azar spun around, one hand clutching a small dagger, the other still holding the child. There was fire in her eyes, and her blade was crying for blood.

The only thing that greeted the woman was a raven perched atop a rock not too far from where she stood.

The girl back at the, once again crying, infant in her arm and smiled. She dropped the knife on the ground, and held the babe tight against her breast. Whispering soft words and rubbing it's back, she cooed the child to sleep.

AN/ I'll get the first couple of chapters up soon. They do get better than this. The story jumps ahead a couple of years after this.

See if you can guess what types of creatures the Titans are gonna be.

(a) Robin

(b) Starfire

(c) Cyborg

(d) Raven

(e) Beast Boy

I garuntee you'll never guess Beastboy right.

Till next time. Please Reveiw.