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Crimson Fangs Recap: Can't really give a recap of a prologue! You just have to read it to find out.

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A violet haired girl stalked down the streets, her violet eyes glowing with anger, though nothing else in her body showed it. Her eyes pushed away the anger so they were reserved and silent. How could he be so stupid?

"Ring around a rosy, a pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes, we all fall down," she whittled between clenched teeth. "How stupid can you really get? I ask him to stop-well, more like ordered him-; does he, no."

What could be so wrong about a nursery rhyme that every child knows? Well, this one has many. This nursery rhyme-in particular-refers to the disease the Black Plague and that idiot, Beast Boy, had continued to sing it after Raven had told him the meaning.

Idiot.

'Ring around a rosy' referred to a round, red rash that is the first symptom of the disease.

'A pocket full of posies' is the practice of carrying flowers and placing them around the infected person for protection.

'Ashes, ashes' are the imitation of the sneezing sounds made by the infected person.

'We all fall down,' meaning the many dead resulting from the disease.

"It killed over twenty-five million people and does he care? No," she hissed.

She had left the tower so she wouldn't hurt any others-she had already thrown Beast Boy out the window after this. She had enjoyed every moment of throwing him out that open window, although she didn't stick around after he had dropped. She had left, telling the others that she was just going for a walk for some 'fresh air.'

Not entirely the full truth, but there was really no need to tell the others about the rest of the reason. She stopped to look around her, closing her eyes and drinking in the scent of water, exhaust and the normal smells of a city. The city she would risk her life to save.

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A man with long, black hair walked silently in the shadows in the street. His green eyes glowed in the dark, but he didn't seem to notice and if he did, he didn't care. His ripped tee-shirt hung limply on his body and blended in with the shadows, since like his hair and shredded pants, it was black. His bare feet made no sound on the hard, cold ground and though rocks tore at his flesh and made his feet bleed, he didn't care.

Blood drops lay where his feet had just landed, creating a small trail until the blood finally stopped flowing. His feet were growing numb from walking and he wiggled his toes to keep the blood circulating. Finding a dark alleyway, he peered into it to make sure no one was there already. Seeing no one there, he looked around him to make sure no one would see him entering.

But there was not a soul around, so he slipped into the darkness quietly to await his victim.

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Raven let out a sigh as she rested herself against a building. She closed her eyes, listening intently to the sounds. Barely anyone was out this late at night and she knew that better than anyone else. A single car drove by, its breeze blowing her blue cloak and ruffling her short, violet hair. Her eyes opened and followed the passing car; apparently they had not seen her, or the child in the backseat would've probably squealed with joy at seeing a Titan.

All the children in Jump City got excited whenever they saw any Titan, whether it be the boy wonder, the metallic man, the alien girl, the happy-go-lucky green bean, or the monotone Goth. A small grin tugged at the corners of her mouth, but it faded as she continued walking.

The streetlights cast shadows where their bright lights could not reach. She walked in and out of both lights and shadows, not seeming to care about where she was going. It was almost as though she were on autopilot, not choosing where she wished to go. She knew this city well, all of its alleys, streets and people, its villains as well.

The Titans knew everything about this city. They were destined to protect it, so it would make absolutely no sense for them to barely know a thing about it.

By now, her mind had settled itself for now and she was just walking forward absentmindedly. Though she still remembered the argument with the green changeling well, she tried not to bring it up. When she got back to the tower, maybe she'd toss him out the window again to show that she really meant it.

She looked down as she stopped walking, a thought tugging at her mind. Would she ever stop throwing Beast Boy out random windows if he got on her nerves highly? She thought not.

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A low growl of impatience rose in the dark man's throat. His green eyes narrowed and he glowered out of the alley. He had been standing there for a while and his body was slowly growing numb. Not to mention not a soul had passed by. He cursed under his breath softly, shifting around to get the blood flowing again.

I thought this was a big city that contained a lot of people! To hell with all these damned bastards. Where the hell are they all? He thought bitterly, glaring at his own, torn hands.

His pointed ears twitched and he suddenly glanced up. His eyes caught on to a woman wearing a white sweatshirt, with blue jeans that tightly fit around her butt.

The perfect victim, he thought.

He kicked over the trashcan next to him before he kicked down the fence behind him. Shards and splinters from the wooden fence fell around him, but he was so intent on the woman that he didn't even care about the large piece of wood that hit him in the back of the head. He didn't even raise a hand to rub it.

The woman looked at the alley across the street, but it was so dark that she couldn't see anything or anyone in there. She strained her ears but couldn't hear anyone except for the shuffling. Fear and curiosity were growing deep inside of her. Instinct told her to leave, but she didn't.

She stood, narrowing her eyes as she tried to see into the darkness. Failing again, she gave up with this.

"Who's there?" she asked, her body quivering in fear.

She got no answer at all, just the trashcan smashing into a brick wall. Rubbing her arms, she looked around her.

"This is probably a bad idea," she moaned, walking slowly across the street.

The closer she got to the alleyway, the slower her step became and the shorter her stride. She halted when she reached the other sidewalk, peering into the alley. Again she saw nothing.

"Hello?" she called softly.

That was when everything fell silent, as if the world were holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. Hugging herself, she turned to walk away, her fear not allowing herself to go any closer. Besides that, her bravery had died and her curiosity had fled.

Just as she began to walk away, a cold hand with sharp nails gripped her arm, tugging her into the alley. Before she uttered a shrill cry before another icy hand placed itself over her mouth. The first arm tugged her struggling body into the darkness and she disappeared.

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Raven Roth looked up sharply at the sound of a screech. It called for help. She looked around before she began to run in the direction that she had heard the cry. Her feet tapped lightly on the ground, barely making any sound as her cloak billowed out behind her.

She slowed, sensing that she was getting closer when she saw blood on the ground in front of an alley. Without a sound, she pressed herself against the wall of a building, creeping towards the entrance. She reached the corner, her heart pounding for fear of whoever had cried for her help.

Doubting that anyone else had heard the scream, she turned her head and looked into the darkness. She praised herself for being a half-demon; she could see almost as though it were bright in the alley, though it was dark. Especially when the moon became hidden by the dark clouds that hung in the sky overhead.

What she saw sickened her. A tall, dark man held a woman against the wall. A hand wrapped around her neck tightly held her up aloft in the air, while the other rested on her forehead. His fingernails bit into her flesh and blood was dripping down her neck and forehead onto the ground and staining her white sweatshirt.

"You are a citizen of this town, are you not?" he hissed.

She looked away from him and he pushed her harder against the wall.

"ANSWER ME!" the man snarled.

"Y-yes," she stammered, tears streaming down her face, joining with the scarlet rivers.

"Then you must know of the people who possess great powers," snapped he.

"Um… y-yes," she stuttered, fighting the fear that continued to rise.

"Then where are they?" he demanded, slamming her harder against the wall.

The back of her head ached from being constantly hit against the bricks and she was feeling light-headed. Her forehead and neck burned from his sharp nails, but she didn't answer.

He cursed out his impatience.

"If you favor your damned life, then you will answer the goddamn question!" he whittled between clenched teeth, continuously slamming her against the wall now.

The Goth girl almost screamed out at him to stop, but she held her tongue, knowing that would give away her surprise. Her form melted into the ground swiftly.

The man released the crying woman who was now begging for mercy. His fingernails stained crimson, he twitched his pointed ears, licking his lips in hungry desire.

"Never mind," he hissed to the woman who lay crumpled on the ground. "I can see you. Come out, come out, little mouse, unless you're afraid of me."

He did not lie once here. His slits for pupils caught on to the sight of the girl's powers, but when she went into the ground, he could not see her any longer. His nose twitched at the scent of those powers. Again he licked his lips, narrowing his eyes.

Raven appeared behind him, punching him hard in the back. This unbalanced him, causing him to fall forward. He landed on the ground with his hands, pushing himself into a handstand before he flipped around.

His bare feet slammed hard against the ground and he glowered at the girl with hungry ambition.

"Hello, Ms. Powers," he hissed.

She glared at him, boring daggers into him. Her hood was flipped up to cover her face and her hands became enveloped in a black aura. Her eyes began to glow white and a blast of energy came from the ground, pushing the man off of the ground. He landed beside the woman with a thud.

With a startled cry, the woman scrambled up, running away to find more help. The man did not care; he was intent on the Goth. His body changed into that of a dark brown wolf, which was almost black. He growled before he lunged for the girl.

She formed a shield which he collided with, but when he landed his paws swiped at her legs, knocking them out from underneath her. She fell and he began to rip at her. His claws dug into her flesh, tearing through her cloak and leotard. She kicked him in the stomach, forcing him off. Crimson drips flowed from her open wounds and though they stung, she continued to fight.

Her powers slammed the wolf against a wall, which he slithered down. Getting up fast, the male snarled at the Goth before he raced towards her. He dodged her powers, jumped up and slammed into her chest. This sent the wind right out of her and she stumbled backwards from the weight. Only being pinned against the wall with the wolf supporting her kept her standing on her shaky feet.

Her breathing fast as she tried to regain her breath, the wolf morphed back into a human. His right hand ran itself down her back while the other pushed against her forehead. It held her head against the wall, leaving her neck bare, which he eyed greedily.

"Who are you?" she whittled.

"Oh, I am sure there will be time for us to meet our acquaintances later. But now is not the time, my dear. Wait a little longer and we will know each other," he hissed.

His lips parted to reveal canine-like fangs. All of them were sharp, none flat. Apparently he was a full-fleshed carnivore, or perhaps something similar to that.

He leaned down to her, his lips brushing down her cheek to her neck. Finding the vein in her neck, he bit down hard. His fangs pierced her flesh, weaseling their way down to the vein. They came to a halt just before it, allowing some blood to squirt out onto his fangs.

She squeaked in surprise and pain, her violet eyes filling with agony. She tried to push him away, but his bite was making her dizzy.

He released his grip on her neck first before he stepped back, allowing her to slide down the wall. Two holes in her neck bled, tainting her skin crimson. His fangs were dipped in her blood, which he hungrily licked off.

"Y-you bastard! I-I'll kill you when I get the ch-chance!" she stuttered, the bite making everything hard to do.

Her lungs felt as if they were growing tight. Her body was growing numb as if a venomous spider had bitten her and her life was slowly going away. Her mind was whirling and her neck stung and burned. Her heart-beat was going faster, making the blood flow from her wounds faster.

"I'm afraid not, my dear," he whispered.

With that he turned, running away. Blood was on his body as well, leaving a trail behind him. Raven sat in a crumpled heap in a pool of her own blood, mingled with whatever that man was-perhaps a changeling like Beast Boy.

Whatever he was, she wasn't completely sure. It was hard to think and command herself to breath. Her eyes were closing and opening, her eyelids growing heavier. She was slowly slipping from consciousness and everything around her was growing darker.

She glanced down at her grey hands; they were blurry and dark. Her breathing hard to do, she blacked out.