Hello people

Hello people. I'm Emma the deadly and this is my new fanfic, the first one I've written in about two years. This actually will have very little Teen Titans in it. It is an AU story about Raven's little sister and her friends, but I will still have bits and pieces with the Titans. To all who are actually reading this, I thank you. And to all who didn't (of course their aren't reading this, so will just be for the amusement of the people who read this), I think you are all lazy people who just do the important things, like my friend, who shall not be named, who cost our group points in a project because he was to lazy the capitalize the book titles. Thee who shall not be named, you should die... and stay away from my gum. –gum stealer-. Anyway, thanks again and here we go.

Disclaimer- I don't own anything… well that is except the fictional characters in this story.

--

Chapter One- Meeting Nick

It was dark. So dark that the fourteen year old girl walking down the street could barely see a foot and a half in front of her. Even so, she walked on.

Her pale nearly translucent skin almost seemed to glow in the moonlight. She wore dark clothes and a grim expression as she strode briskly through the night.

The girl reached the end of the block and took a sharp right onto yet another eerily deserted street. A biting gust of wind blew through the narrow ally and she clutched her jacket tighter pulling the collar closer around her chin.

She imagined the sight of herself, a somewhat small girl for her age with a funky long purple and her odd blue eyes that were framed by thin, black wire glasses -oh, how could she forget her contacts tonight!-, the jacket she was wearing probably made her look like count Dracula!

The girl bit back a laugh. Typical, she thought, now I see why so many people think I'm a Goth or vampire. She rolled her eyes. They were so off on that one. Well…maybe not too off. The giggles fought their way up her throat again. 'Oh irony, how I love thee,' she thought.

The girl's grin was still stretched across her face when a loud metallic crash echoed from the trashcans behind her. She jumped and her hands flew to her now wide, open mouth, grin gone, to stifle a scream. She was frozen in her place halfway through a dark ally. She listened. Faint rustling was all she could hear. She wondered if maybe she should turn around and check it out. It was probably just a stray cat anyway but yet…fear gripped her heart and she bolted around the corner faster then she ever thought she could. She didn't stop running until two and a half blocks later where she stopped under a flickering street lamp to catch her breath. Something about the warm glow of the street lamp was comforting to her.

When her heart had finally slowed to it's normal pace, she finally felt brave enough to turn around.

Nothing.

The street was bare, save for the few early autumn leaves skittering around in the gutter. She gulped and sighed in relief. She was safe…for now. She knew these streets were notorious for their dangers. She turned and continued quickly on her way.

But soon – too soon- she heard another sound, this one far more frightening then the last. Her stomach dropped. The sound was a constant tapping against the cracked concrete sidewalk and that sound was closing in quickly from behind.

Without a doubt it was the sound of footsteps, someone was following her. She took a sharp left through another short ally way and sped up. But the sound did not stop; it became even louder and more constant. Whoever was behind her was catching up, and fast.

And for the second time that night she ran. Dashing past abandon buildings so fast she left her cloudy breath behind. But just as she reached another corner someone seized her from behind. She managed to let out a small scream before whoever grabbed her smothered her mouth and nose with his large gloved hand. She bit down hard on the hand that covered her face but the glove was thick and leathery so her teeth were unable to reach the palm's tender skin. She thrashed in her assailants meaty arms screaming muffled words. But it was no use. Whoever it was as unmoving as a brick wall.

After only a few hopeless seconds her energy was fading, black spots danced before eyes from the lack of air. She wriggled and withered in the thick arms of her attacker like a fly in a spider's web. But just as she felt herself beginning to slip into unconsciousness, she heard a low voice.

"Let her go, bastard," a boy appeared out of nowhere. He was not much older than her but he held himself with the kind certainty only a man had. The streetlights allowed her to see that he was slightly tanned, with dark brown hair that splayed messily around his face. His burning dark eyes were glaring viciously at the man that was still holding her.

"Do it or else." the boy commanded ferociously, moving forward. The leather hand slipped down slightly beneath her nose and the girl was finally able to breath. Slowly her mind came back and coherent thoughts began to form.

A voice like cinder blocks spoke from behind her left ear "If you come any closer, Xylon, I'll kill her."

'Wow,' the girl thought, 'The brute actually is capable of verbal communication.' Vaguely, she wondered why she wasn't hyperventilating and freaking out like a normal person. 'The smartass comments must be a part of shock,' she reasoned.

The boy, who she now knew as Xylon, hesitated, a trace of worry flashed across his face. With air back in her lungs her head was up and running, blood pumping and pushing new thoughts into her head. Her ideas came a mile a minute, none of them good of course but at least it was something. She only needed a distraction to stall for time.

The girl made a snap decision and caught the man off guard. With a quick swing of her foot she managed to hit the back of his left knee, which was enough to send him sprawling forward.

In reflex he had let go of the girl to catch his fall and the moment she hit the concrete she began to scramble out of his reach. But she wasn't fast enough as the man caught her ankle and growled, " I don't think so girly. Now you're gonna pay."

The boy immediately took action by stomping on the man's arm. The monstrous man yowled in pain and released her ankle. She struggled to her feet and looked up in time to see that her burly attacker was already standing and planting a meaty fist into the boy's stomach. The boy fell back hard against a brick building. Enraged the girl leapt on the man's back and ripped at his thick oily hair. The man roared loudly and yanked her off easily sending her skidding across the rough sidewalk. Her head cracked against a loose rock and dizziness overrode her senses. She could barely make out the large mans silhouette as he raised his fist to smash her face.

Before she could even scream she blacked out into unconsciousness.

--

What seemed like only a second later, she opened her eyes again. Her attacker had vanished and in his place was the face of the mysterious boy.

"W-W-What happened?" The girl tried to sit up, but a whole new dizziness washed over her.

She groaned. The boy, who she remembered was called Xylon, pushed her back down into what she realized were his arms.

"Relax. You're okay now. You passed out. I hit him on the head with a rock he's out cold." He paused, glancing back nervously. "For now" he added.

The girl stared sleepily up at her savior; examining him.

"I'm Nick. Nick Xylon." The brown-eyed boy said conversationally.

The girl stayed silent in his arms while she tried to gather her senses. Slowly, the dizziness drifted away and she managed to give him a soft drunken smile.

Nick looked panicked.

"You do remember you're name, right? You hit you're head pretty hard." He looked worried. The girl cleared her throat, having only just realized he was expecting her to speak.

"Um, Yeah. Don't worry, I'm fine. I've got a hard head," He smiled weakly at her joke, still looking concerned.

"And you're name would be…." he trailed off.

"Blackheart, Emma Blackheart."

He nodded at first, looking relieved but then the recognition came. "Wait," he said," You mean like Jonathan Blackheart?"

Emma rolled her eyes," Yep. The one and only."

There was a low groan from behind Nick. " We need to get out of here." He said urgently, "Do you think you can walk?"

"Of course." She answered.

"Okay then," Nick helped her to her feet, Emma wobbled, her eyes going in and out of focus. "Whoa, Whoa, whoa, steady now." Nick put his hands on her shoulders to keep her from toppling over.

"It's okay." Emma said waving him off, "It stopped…I just got up too fast that's all. I'm fine. I can handle myself." And with that she stepped around him and marched off down the street.

Nick looked after her, confused, before jogging to catch up. "You know," he said," I'm not about to let you just walk off by yourself after what just happened."

Emma's eyes flashed," I can protect myself! I didn't need you! "

"Yeah, it looked like you had it under control." The boy replied sarcastically.

"I was getting to that." Emma muttered.

" You were unconscious." He pointed out.

" Details." Emma said without flourish.

" Are you bipolar? Because just thirty seconds ago you were really nice,"

" I wasn't myself." Emma said shooting him a nasty look.

Nick just chuckled and Emma raised an eyebrow.

"What?" She snapped. He shook his head as if it were an inside joke of some kind.

"You know any other girl would just say 'Thank you.'" He looked at her curiously.

"Well I'm not any other girl."

"So I've noticed."

Emma didn't have the chance to reply because there was a loud yell from behind them and they both turned in time to see the man charging at them. Emma almost cheered at her luck. Now she would show him. She was no damsel.

She crouched down low with the stealth of a tiger. She whipped her leg out kicking his legs out from under him. He would have tumbled to the ground had he not grabbed the lamppost to stop his fall. Emma grunted in frustration and gave him a strong punch to the mouth. The man stumbled backward rubbing his cheek.

" And there's more where that came from." She growled, advancing toward him, but before she could even begin the real damage, Nick butt in.

Nick gave him a sharp roundhouse kick to the gut knocking the man to the ground.

" Damn, you're a persistent one, aren't you?" he smirked down at his victim, " Well let's change that, shall we?"

" You…You…" What was his name again? Emma racked her brain.

"Nick!" Emma shouted, finally remembering his name, " I had him! This was my fight!" She glared at his back as he proceeded to ignore her.

Nick raised his hand and began to chant strange words Emma didn't understand, "Vento, viene adesso e fa mio offerte." All of a sudden, wind came and it seemed to surround the muscular man whose eyes were suddenly wide with fear. The wind seemed to cut his skin and clothes. The man shrieked in horror.

Nick muttered a few other words and dark, thick vines, burst from the ground and wrapped up the man. A few more mutterings from Nick, and as suddenly as the wind came, it left, leaving behind a bloody man wrapped in vines, a rather smug looking Nick, and a completely astonished Emma.

She gaped at the brown-eyed boy. What just happened? Was she dreaming or did he just…? This was all happening way to fast. Emma rubbed her eyes furiously but everything stayed as it was. The man was whimpering and Nick was studying her reaction with an expectant face.

The scene replayed in her mind like a movie, again, and again, and the longer she thought about the more uneven her breathing became. She wasn't sure how to react exactly… should she show him what she could do? Should she be astonished, scared, or indifferent?

The truth was she was shocked. She never thought she would meet someone else like her in this god forsaken little city. What were the odds? This suddenly struck her as hysterical.

So she began to laugh, small at first, but gradually, her giggles grew until she was rolling on the pavement with tears streaming down her face.

Nick glared crossly at her from above. When the laughes finally began to die down, he asked, " What the hell so funny? " he looked at her like she was an alien love child….which technically… She couldn't even finish the thought, for this brought up a whole new round of giggles.

Emma bit her lip to hold them back," It's just…it's just…. " How could she possibly explain to him?

" The irony!" she answered finally. not caring that it hardly makes sense and then fell into a fit of laughter again at the ridiculousness of it all.

Nick eyed her warily as her giggles slowly die down. " Just my luck that when I save a cute girl, she turns out to be lunatic." He shook his head.

" Care to repeat that?" Emma said, shaking away the last of her humor and getting up.

"Sure," Nick rolled his eyes," I said you're a lunatic."

She glared at him, instantly sobered, " Insanity is not a joke."

" Maybe I wasn't joking." He said seriously.

" Then maybe you want your ass kicked." Emma growled.

" Whoa. Lets not go that far Emmy, I wouldn't want to hurt you."

" It's Emma, idiot." She hissed.

" That's what I said…. Emmy." Nick suppressed a grin.

Emma felt the familiar surge of power swirl in her bones. She took a deep breath to calm her self. No sense loosing control now.

"Well, It was nice meeting you." She said, not exactly meaning it, " But I'm really late and I must be getting home now." She brushed past him without so much as a glance.

" Didn't I say I'd walk you?" Nick said. falling into step beside her.

" Didn't I say, I don't fucking want you too?" She snapped.

" Not in so many words." Nick said, laughing," Jeez, you're a feisty one, aren't you Emmy?"

" If you care to keep your life, I suggest you call me by my actual name Nicky."

" Touché." He said with a wave of his finger. Emma walked on, ignoring him.

" Why is it you find the fact that I have fantastical powers hilarious, but you don't crack a smile when—"

" Will you just shut up!?" Emma shrieked, stopping in front of him.

'Someone's PMSing,' Nick thought, backing away with his hands up. " Okay, okay… just trying to be friendly."

Emma sighed, " Sorry…" She muttered.

Nick cupped his ear with his hand," Didn't quite catch that last part. What was it?"

Emma turned away and grimaced, " I said…" she took a deep breath," I'm sorry. It's just been a really, really…." She looked stressed and ran her hand through her fine purple hair," Um. Weird night. Sorry, if I freaked you out… I'm just so confused and shocked. I don't blame you for thinking I need a straight jacket." She laughed without humor.

Nick reached out and touched her shoulder gently. She started at his touch and looked up at him through her curtain of hair.

" Hey, don't worry, I totally get it", he said. She gaves him a soft smile.

"Thanks." She said, tucking loose hair behind her ear. They stood there like that for a while, just examining each other. Emma noted that he's actually kind of cute when he's not talking.

Nick finally cleared his throat uncomfortably and removed his hand from her shoulder. " Uh…didn't you say you were late?"

"Right. Right." Emma said, quickly tearing her eyes away from him, hoping he didn't see the blush creeping across her skin.

They walked on and Emma let Nick follow her this time. They walked in silence because it seemed that when they weren't arguing and Emma wasn't spontaneously switching personalities, there was nothing to talk about.

After they walked about a block, Emma spoke up," Who are you?"

" Nick Xylon." He stated simply.

" No, I mean…" What exactly did she mean?

Nick helped her out," Who am I really? I'm just you're average teenage superhero." He shrugged.

"Superhero…" she said in awe," Well where's you're costume?" she asked, only half joking.

" Well, I didn't expect to be on duty tonight." he said and Emma peeked at him, he had an odd look on his face.

" What is it?" She asked.

" I was suppose to find someone tonight, I had heard of her but I didn't know her name or if she even existed but…"

Emma waited for him to go on.

" Do you happen to have a sister named Raven?" he blurted out.

Emma stared at him,"She goes by Rachel sometimes, but yes, I-I-I do." she stuttered.

" Is she part of the group Teen Titans?"

"Why? Did something happen?" She looked at him frantically.

" No. No. You're sister is fine. Do you… by any chance…" he struggled to get the right words," share her power?" he finished.

She opened her mouth, then closed it again as he watched her intently. Could she trust him? Something deep down in her whispered 'He's like you.' And she made her decision.

"Yes." She whispered hoarsely.

Nick looked expressionless. And reached deep into his pocket.

Emma's heart pounded. What was he doing? Was that a gun?

But when the boy brought his hand out, it was only a small piece of paper.

" I have to go now, but I need to speak with you." He handed her the paper, which had a number scribbled on it. " Call this number tomorrow at midnight."

Then he turned and walked away.

" Wait!" Emma called after him," Where are you going?"

Nick didn't turn around he just called back," You're not the only one Emma."

Emma thought about this and raised an eyebrow at the ground. What the hell did that mean? I guess I'll find out tomorrow. She sighed feeling more confused then she ever felt in her life.

Nick sighed to himself as he thought about where to look next. Finding people wasn't easy. Then he remembered the man he had left scared and injured on the street earlier. Judging by the size of that man the vines wouldn't hold him long.

"Better call the police. Nobody wants that trash on the street," he muttered, bringing out what looked like an expensive cell phone and dialed 911.

"Hello," Nick said in a fake deep voice with a thick French accent that probably -hopefully, in his mind- would have made Emma laugh. "I vould like to 'ave the police comb to the 'orner of vhole Street and 'orest Avenue to pick up an apprehended criminal."

"Alright," the operator replied uncertainly," Whole Street and Forest Avenue?" She asked.

Nick answered with a yes. Then she said, "And your name is..."

" Some people call me Cediro," Nick answered in his regular voice, grinning. Then he snapped the phone shut before any more questions could be asked.

--

What did you think? A few little notes before I take my leave for now.

-Those of you who know me will know the person Nick is based off of (hint: see my long ramble earlier).

-Xylon is a real name. It's a boy's name that means Forest and it's Greek. Not an actual boy, mind you. Just a name.

-I found the name Cediro off a Bard name generator. I like how it sounds.

-The thing that Nick said is Italian and roughly translates to "Wind, come now and do my bidding." Stupid, yes, but it was very simple and they were words the website I was using to translate actually understood. Not that he even really needed to say that but.... whatever.

-There is a reason that the chapter (sort of) took place at this particular corner. Can anyone guess?

-The next chapters going to be awhile. I just started high school [in September] and I don't really have time to update, but I'm working on it.

Well, this "interesting" chapter is over and all I ask of you is to please think of leaving a review (maybe with constructive criticism) and tune in next time, per favore.

Ciao per adesso! (Bye for now! for all you non Italian speakers.)

-Emma the Deadly