This is the sequel to Collision Course, and there is due reason that I'm doing this, but you won't know until this story's done. Enjoy

Chapter One: I'm Not Okay

Titans Tower, 8:37 A.M. 17 years later

Alexandria Roth's P.O.V.

"We've gone over every curse, hex, spell, incantation, and summoning I know. Now it's time to work on your fighting skills. You ready?" My dad asked, throwing me a wooden stick.

"Yup. Don't go easy just because I'm your kid." I said, sounding a lot cockier than I felt.

"Very well. No mercy." He said, rushing towards me. He swung his stick with all his power, which was considerable, but missed. It was a horizontal blow, which I ducked, and thought I had him with a swift vertical upwards thrust, but he had already dodged around.

He swung again at me, this time looking like he was swinging horizontal, but bringing it crashing down on my head. Pain shot through my head like electricity, and my mind went numb for a few seconds, then I regained the power of thought, and rolled, managing to dodge his stick being brought down to where my neck had been. Curiously enough, he got the stick lodged in the ground, and had to pull it out, allowing me to break a rib or two. I know, I heard the crack.

This, unfortunately, did not give me the advantage I needed, as it served to merely agitate him. Good, that might make it easier for me to agitate him into a blind rage, in which, he'd surely make mistakes. But no, he was calm once more. This time, when he went for a feint horizontal, I tried to block it, but he stabbed my foot, which made me grab my foot in pain, and tears slid down my cheeks.

I grabbed the weapon, and swung hard at his knee, and cracked it. Then came his other ribs, followed by his arm. I swung once more at his head, and had the blow blocked. He grabbed my foot, and flung me sky-high. When I hit the ground, I got up faster than he expected, and managed to slam his ribs again. That was the area I had to concentrate on. He'd be weakest there.

However, he actually grabbed my neck, and rammed my forehead with the end of the stick, brought it back up, and kneed my stomach, knocking the wind out of me. He let go, and dropped to the ground once more, gasping for air. That was it, time to end this. I swung at his feet, and he jumped over it easily, but I had completed the arc, and brought the stick up right between his legs. He collapsed in a heap, curling into a ball. I hoped that would finish it. When he didn't give up, I raised the stick, preparing to strike once more, when he raised his hand.

"Okay, okay, I give." He managed to mumble. I jumped into the air, unable to contain my joy, and hugged my mom, who had come over to congratulate me.

"That's great Alex, you finally beat him. I wish I could." My sister, Jessica, said wistfully.

"I can't believe I did though. I just can't believe it." I said, feeling for the world like I ruled it.

"I can't either. Cheap trick, by the way, but whatever works," My dad said, laying a hand on my shoulder. "You've done better than I thought possible. You know what has taken me years to learn, and you learned it in 5 years. I can teach you no more."

Tears formed in my eyes, and I had to turn away. Everyone came over to congratulate me. For once, I felt like I was something. For the very time in my life, I felt worthwhile.

"Alex, think about this. Are you absolutely sure you want to be a Necromancer? There are Necromancers out there crueler than I am. I want you to think about this first. If you make a mistake, you know as well as I do, that you're fucked."

"Dad, I wanna be a Necromancer. It's something I'm actually good at. I can stop listening to people trying to tell what to do better, because I'll be better. I can finally get peace from people who think they're better than me at everything."

"Okay… meaning what?"

I turned on my heel, spinning to face my dad. He got it, I knew he did, he was just torturing me.

"You and Mom and Jess and EVERYONE ELSE can't say they're better than me at this. THAT'S WHAT!" I vented. I needed that.

"Maybe everyone else does, maybe they don't, it's anyone's guess. But I know I don't outright say I'm better than you. Indeed, it's the other way around. You've got another shot at life. You can have a life not scarred by violence… a life without the horrid memories of what you were… of what you might become once more. You don't know how much I'd like to be in your place."

"You're right, I don't. I don't want to. But it doesn't mean you've gotta always beat me at everything." I spat back.

"Maybe you need to start suggesting what we should do then. You never do, but you've never objected either. Maybe it's time for you to carve your own path in life."

"That would be nice. To not have to listen to anyone telling me what to do."

"Not that. But I won't bother you either."

"Then what?"

"In a manner of speaking, I'll 'Leave you to your own devices'"

"Meaning?" I asked, playing dumb, as he had done earlier

"I'll leave you alone. Completely." With that, he walked towards Raven, and my mom and dad walked towards the Tower.

"I wish I could get Mom to leave me alone." Jess said wistfully. I saw Beast Boy go up to my dad and began to talk. I couldn't hear what they said, but evidently, it was something to do with me, because my dad turned around, and they started to head back to me.

"Alex… maybe I was too harsh. Perhaps you would like to participate in a game of Teen Titans style Capture the Flag?" He asked, smiling his vampiric smile. I smiled my best vampire smile.

/End chapter/

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