Author note: Ok so this is only my second fanfic ever so please be nice when you review. It is from Jason's (Red-x) and Raven's POV's. I do not own Teen Titans. I know this is a different way of writing a fanfic for these characters so I hope it goes over well and I hope you guys like it. I plan on adding chapters as soon as possible, but I am really busy so bear with me. Well remember to review and only constructive criticism and encouragement is welcomed, thank you. Well here you go guys!
I saw her at the top of the grand staircase. She was a vision of dark beauty. Her smooth, alabaster skin shone in the thin streams of moonlight coming through from the giant skylight overhead. Her raven colored hair was elegantly swept up in a complicated twist a top her head with a few silky strands framing her beautiful face. Her full, light rose colored lips were turned up in a small smile and her eyes... the woman's eyes were a unique and lovely shade of violet that captivated me from the moment they met mine.
The ballroom was the grandest I had ever seen, with high ceilings, windows with intricate designs along the outer edges, a grand staircase, a large yet beautiful skylight overhead, and a ballroom floor that was teeming with ladies and gentlemen twirling and swaying to the orchestra's hauntingly, lovely song. As I continued to gaze around the room I saw him. I caught his gaze and held it for as long as I dared. He was…breath taking; he had wavy, dark brown hair that brushed across his forehead. He was wearing a magnificent dark suit that complimented his tall and lean physique. He had a flawless complexion and his skin had been touched by the golden rays of the sun. The young man had an almost ruggedly handsome appearance and it most definitely worked for him. The most striking attribute, however, were his eyes; they were a deep and dark forest green color that seemed to look into my very soul. I felt heat rush up to my face at my quite obvious and public appraisal of the young man and turned away.
She took my breath away; she made my world come to a halting stand still in that moment. Who was she? I had to find out. I needed to speak with her, get to know her. I had to have her. She, in that small instant, made me feel as no other had ever made me feel. It was positively absurd; I didn't know how or why it was her, but I had this sense of rightness.
Attempting to recompose myself, I moved away from the top of the staircase, back through the large double doors leading to the ballroom, and walked out into the chilly autumn night. I walked around the coaches and footmen, out back towards the giant maze in the center of the enormous garden area. I welcomed the frost biting air as a distraction, but even as I walked into the maze and closed my eyes trying to dislodge thoughts of the young man, I could not. It was silly of me to think of him so much but I couldn't help but wonder… how would it feel to kiss him? How would it feel if he were to wrap his arms around me? What would it be like, I wonder, to finally feel a sense of belonging? Soon, I came to a stop in the center of the maze, not knowing how I was able to find my way.
There was an exquisite water fountain in the center and I made my way towards it. The fountain was made from a pure white marble that seemed to radiate a heavenly glow and the water that spewed from the top was perfectly crystal clear. When I peered into the water in the lower basin, however, half of my reflection showed nothing but a dark and blurred figure. I stared at it for a moment longer and began to feel a deep sense of disappointment, at this the water began to ripple and I turned away quickly and sat down on the cold ground. The slightly frosted grass crunched as I spread out my dark ball gown and tried to make myself comfortable. I closed my eyes once more and the man's eyes were all I could envision, then the sound of approaching footsteps interrupted.
"May I ask what a beautiful young maiden, like yourself, is doing out in this weather" asked a deep and somewhat cocky voice. I smiled, but it was nowhere near what one would call warm and inviting. "Well sir, if I may be so bold. I feel it is not of your concern." I heard the footsteps come around the corner as I stood and straightened my gown. I should have known I wouldn't have the chance to be left alone when I wished it so. As I looked up from my small task, I found myself staring into those forest green eyes that plagued my thoughts. The man was standing very close and I held my breath. I took a small step back, attempting to put some kind of distance between this mysterious man and myself, but the look in his eyes stopped me. He looked at me as if I wasn't just some "prize" but he looked at me like I was an actual human being. As the silence between us stretched and his gaze continued to penetrate through me, I began to fidget. The man seemed to have noticed my discomfort and took a small step back, but took my hand as he introduced himself. "Forgive me, my lady, for being rude. I am Sir Kennway, but you may call me Jason. And who might you be?" Still holding on to his hand, I cleared my throat and introduced myself. "Um...I'm Raven, Raven de Malvoisin." He smiled at me and I couldn't help but to want to smile back. His smile was like the sun and it warmed my heart, but I had already learned my lesson. Men only took interest in things they thought they could gain something from.
I threw up my guard. The man breathed the word "beautiful" so quiet that I thought I had imagined it. I looked at him with a bit of confusion and wariness and as I opened my mouth to ask what he was talking about, he flashed a dazzling smile and said, "Well Raven, that is a lovely name and you are a beautiful maiden." I scoffed, "Now I know you must want something from me. You don't have to play those charming games with me Jason. Just tell me what you want." I was tired of being led on to believe I might actually be pursued because someone would find me beautiful, I was tired of discovering that I was only sought out because men took interest in my father's money.
My father… my father is a cruel man who did not even bother to raise me after my mother died shortly after I was born. He resides in a place unknown to me, and I have not seen him since I was four, that was fourteen years ago however. As of now, I have been living on my own in a private summer cottage overlooking the sea. Although, my father does send me enough money to be considered part of the high society, he does not like to "over compensate" even though he is possibly the richest man in Europe. However, my father is growing old. He needs a son to pass down the industrial company to, and therefore is pressuring me to find a suitable husband. At first I was opposed to the idea; no one had the right to force me into a marriage with no love. Love is all I have ever wanted, why should I have to give that up for the sake of my father's corrupted business. I had planned to completely ignore my father on this issue, after all who was he to order me around now that I am a grown woman, when he was never there for me as a child, but he is a ruthless man. He has ordered me to marry by this time next year and if I do not comply with his wish, he will take everything from me and my poor servants who have been entirely to kind and cannot afford to lose this job. So I made an agreement that I could not refuse as my father put it.
As of late, the news of my search for a husband has traveled quickly. That is the only reason why these men pursue me now, they wish to be welcomed as the successor of my father's business and bestowed with more money than they could ever possibly need. While I only wish for someone to want me for me. However, it can't be. I am too different from these other women, I am to out spoken and much to "odd" as many say. I love to read and speak my mind, I care for my servants like beloved family, I do not participate in typical high class activities, and I find them pointless. No man would accept me the way I am; none could truly love me.
Sometimes, I wonder if the reason for my situation is caused by the thing I know no man could ever love me for. I am cursed; a witch. It is why I keep myself isolated. How could anyone possibly love a monster? It is why I cannot even love myself. "Are you here to tell me that I am a prize so great that no other could possibly value me as I ought to be? Are you here to try and "persuade" me into telling my father you are the man for the job? If so I do not wish to hear it for the thousandth time. I just wish you men would leave me be!" I began to feel hot tears prick the corners of my eye. I whispered the next line. "I just wish one of you could love me for me."
As her eyes began to glisten with tears, I felt the urge to take her in my arms and kiss away those tears until they were no more. A creature as lovely and pure as she did not deserve to suffer. I came closer to her and cautiously lifted my hand and tipped her chin up. She continued to stand there with a broken and pleading look in her tear filled eyes. I slowly and gently pulled her closer to me, so close that I could smell the vanilla and lavender scent that was distinctly her. So close that I could clearly see flecks of silver in her violet orbs. I do not know what possessed me to perform such a bold and inappropriate action but I leaned in anyway and slowly brought my lips to meet hers.
Her lips were soft and full. I could taste the saltiness of her tears, but I could also taste her. Her lips tasted of what could only be described as the sweetness of moonlight. I kissed her again and again, very softly, as she continued to shed tears. Then I enveloped her in a tight embrace. I could feel her tremble in my arms and it only made me hold on to her tighter. Then she began to sob and slowly started to sink to the frozen ground. I did not let her go, I held her even as we sat on the cold, damp earth. I did not speak, nor did she, we simply held on to each other and I began to feel for this young and dark maiden. I told myself I was ridiculous for thinking I could fall in love with this girl, I didn't even know her, I had only met her tonight. But from that first moment that our eyes met, I knew she was special, I knew she was different and I didn't care because she made me feel whole again.
The end of chapter 1