Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. They belong to DC Comics and Warner Bros.

This story was inspired by DC's "Batman: No Man's Land" and the song "The Howling" by Within Temptation.

Enjoy.


Prologue

There was blood everywhere.

The blood was splashed all over the walls, the floor; the stuff even dripped slowly from the ceiling. But what stunned Raven the most was that the blood wasn't human blood. No, this blood was green. And the stench was something else. Raven felt like she was suffocating the smell was so foul; or possibly she unconsciously refused to breath in order to keep the putrid scent out of her nostrils.

Raven tried to determine where the blood had come from, but everywhere she turned she came face-to-face with another blood soaked wall. She tried to keep herself focused, but the foul smell of the blood was keeping her from concentrating. She began to get dizzy.

She almost didn't notice the slight movement coming from one end of the room, she was so distracted. Raven snapped her head around to face whatever had moved. Black aura covered her hands as she narrowed her eyes at whatever she was looking at.

A large black shadowy mass was hunched at the other end of the blood soaked room. The thing was making irregular rasping noises as if its lungs weren't functioning properly. Its body was oozing green fluid that poured slowly to the floor of the already green room.

The thing unraveled itself from its hunched position, revealing itself to be a ten foot tall creature that looked somewhat like a demented werewolf. What seemed to be fur was mangled and twisted around its body, making the creature look even bigger than its ten foot size. It sported crystal green eyes that glinted with malice and psychotic intentions. The green blood was flowing from a large gash in the creature's side.

"What are you?" Raven barley whispered.

The thing opened its jaws to reveal huge, sharp teeth covered in thick, dripping saliva. It made some sort of a hissing sound that quickly pitched upwards into an ear shattering squeal. Raven only had a spit second to marvel at the pitch that the creature was able to reach before spasms of pain racked through her head. She couldn't do anything but fall to the floor and attempt to bear the pain. But the creature's shrieking became louder and higher, and Raven was sure that her head would split open—

Raven awoke gasping from her nightmare, with the creature's howls echoing through her head.