Chambers of the Heart Rewrite 2
Prologue
Perilaxis does not own Teen Titans and makes no financial gain from the free publication of this story on the fanfiction website. In other words I don't own anything and I'm not making any money for doing this.
This story is a work of complete fiction any similarities between those viewed here and those real people living or dead and/or any of the situations therein are completely coincidental. Except of course for the ones that aren't but they have been used with the permissions needed to make them legal.
You will I'm sure notice that there has been a bump up in the rating from T it is now M. What this does is more or less making sure I can get away with just about whatever I want. So expect liberal helpings of the following: swearing, blood, gore, gratuitous violence, abuse of the colors blue, green, red, and yellow, gratuitous violence towards mimes, clowns, an elephant, three mice, and a talking cat. Also as a fair warning to everyone here I have really only rewritten a chapter or two so far I have no idea yet where every twist in the road will take us and there may yet be some curves I cannot see so there may very well be things that are wholly unsavory and downright wrong, there may be things that fly head first against every moral or ethic we as human beings have. You have been duly warned and any reviews I receive to the effect that you have not and that you have a problem with something I have written will be deleted and ignored for the garbage it is.
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Darkness. So many are afraid of it, considering night to be the home of phantoms and monsters. Its shadowy pall hides many secrets obscures many truths. It has been my home and my safe haven for nigh a millennia. My name is Markus and I am 845 years old though I look to be in my late twenties. How is that possible you might ask, well the answer is quite simple. I am a vampire. I've forgotten when exactly I was turned, or how old I was. It didn't matter so much back then, how old you were, I was old enough to push a plow and hold a sword, old enough to make a wage and own some land, old enough to take a wife and father children though I never did those. Now, oh now, now I'm dying. It is slow, I have enough time to sort out my affairs and give my new fledgling what he needs to survive. But never the less I am surely passing on from this world. You'd think I suspect that gunshots would be something I could shrug off, and under any kind of normal circumstances you would assuredly be right. This however is far from normal circumstances. Tonight I went hunting, as it were; I had gone without for sometime the tension in my neighborhood was running high, a veritable powder keg really. The local gang and I use that term loosely for compared to most there was hardly anything gang like about them, were in a dispute over territory with a rival group. Now my local gang was the pride of the neighborhood, straight laced, clean cut, polite, helpful, and they loved their home more than anything else. They protected the community, picked up trash, washed away graffiti and encouraged all the young ones to stay in school and eat their vegetables. There was one though that really stood out as special, Trevor. Trevor was an orphan, alone with nothing he found his way here. The boys took him in, cleaned him up and got him enrolled in the local school and Trevor flourished under the care of the community. We learned after a time that his father was a drunk, and a mean one at that. He would constantly hit Trevor's mother, but Trevor himself seemed to have some kind of protection never once was he physically abused. Then one night his father didn't come home. For days no word came, and then suddenly he was at their door drunk and out of his mind with rage. That night the house burnt to the ground. Trevor was the only one to survive the fire, and the only thing he had left was his Grandfather's ring.
Back to tonight, I was out hunting when the powder keg quite literally exploded. A bomb had been planted in the local pharmacy everything burned. That's when the shots started. The rival gang was out in full force with a range of high powered semi-automatic pistols. Our boys were caught completely unaware. Fire and smoke filled the air, chunks of concrete and broken glass blocked the roads and sidewalks, and the noise, loud and uproarious, echoed the gun fire and screams. Everyone was gunned down and left for dead. I have no Idea how many survived. The blood was in so much and so thick was the smell of fear that I, who had not been tempted in a century, nearly drank everyone I could find dry. The rest was a bit of a blur, I remember pain white hot and searing and then a cold sort of seeped into my bones. Until I found Trevor. He was wounded badly, if he lived he would never walk again and his sight would be impaired if he could see. Something inside of me that I had thought long dead screamed at me to save him. A long forgotten shred of humanity would not let me turn away from him. I took him into my closet safe house and it was here, that I knowing full well that I could not survive it, turned him.
I wonder how it is he'll turn out when he comes out of the fever dreams. I wonder how many of my traits he will inherit and what will develop on its own. I have left but a few hours, a day at most, and I think I should very much like to see a final sunrise, but for right now I am content to wait. I have been given one last glimpse into the future. A unique little ability of mine that has saved me on many occasions, I often wonder what the others of my kind do without it. This last vision is one of Trevor's future. The first and last time I'll have a premonition centering on someone other than myself. As such I have no way of telling whether this will happen tomorrow or if it will take centuries to come to pass but I see it will happen even if he tries to avoid it.
Trevor is standing out in a desert. The sun is rising or setting behind him. He stands tall; leading a great company of people, to his right stands a man, one of great skill with many blades, to his left a young woman, one of a great and powerful darkness. Before them lays a challenge, one that could destroy the very existence of humanity. Its exact nature and purpose I cannot discern, nor can I see whether Trevor shall be able to overcome it.
Trevor is waking now I will pass on what he will need and then I shall go to see the sun….
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Well there's a prologue for you. Next time we will meet a few new faces and discover the first test young Trevor will have to face on his way to that final vision of Markus'.
Oh one last thing. Originally I was working on this story with help from one DC_Desperado, and now I thank for his permission to continue without him and for allowing me to continue using a few of his characters and ideas. TTFN.