They're Coming To Take Me Away

I do not own the Teen Titans. But I do own all things ASAP so back off!

Raven stared blankly into the full size mirror hanging in the wardrobe. Admiring herself slightly Raven frowned. When she looked into the mirror she expected to see her reflection. And she did for the most part. She saw her shoulder length violet hair. She saw her dark eyes. The tight black cocktail dress she had been forced to wear. But she also saw a misguided girl on the brink of tears.

She felt selfish for caring about herself and not her friends as much as she should. She felt alone, besides the company of Byron. She felt worthless for not having her powers or any strength to stop any of this. And now she had no friends to tell her otherwise.

Maniac would have said that she was the greatest person ever. Starfire would have cheered her up with her perky attitude. Reese would have made pancakes for everyone. But they were safe now. And if staying here in harms way kept them safe then she would do it.

Raven pulled in a deep sigh. She didn't understand what was going on. What did vampires want with her? What value was she to them? What was their plan?

There was a knock on the door. Raven spun on her heels and glared as Byron entered.

"Oh damn. Hoping that you were still in the midst of dressing."

Raven glared at Byron hatefully. "You sick pervert," she spat.

"Really my darling, language like that only draws me closer to you." Byron stepped to Ravens left, smirking inwardly to himself.

"Get away!"

"Why study your beauty from afar when I can be just inches away," Byron cooed. Lowering his face down to where he was at eye level with her, Byron smiled.

Raven quickly slapped Byron across the face furiously. Byron wasn't fazed. "Your spirit is impressive darling." Byron brought his fist around, impacting Raven with a forceful punch to the jaw. "But you need to have more anger when hitting."

Raven squeezed her eyes shut as she massaged her cheek. Byron turned without giving the situation another thought. "Come dearest. Dinner is ready."

"No."

Byron whirled around to face her. "You don't say no to me." Byron screwed his eyes into a stone cold position. Making contact with her pupils, Byron gave her a hateful look.

Raven's body felt numb for a moment. Then there was a voice. A deep soothing voice of a man telling her to stand and follow Byron. It was a cheerful voice. But then that same voice started arguing with her voice of reason. Her mind was pounding with confusion.

'Arise,' the man's voice commanded.

Raven rose to her feet effortlessly.

'Move,' the voice said again.

Raven lifted her left foot, then her right. She felt like she was walking on air. As if everything was a dream. Byron held out his hand to her.

'No, turn back now!' her mind screamed.

But she took his hand anyway.

'You can still run!'

Byron lead her down the hall, stopped at the locked door, and guided Raven out into another hall.

'Now. The door is open. Run while you still can.'

As if reading her mind, Byron squeezed Ravens wrist. "Not thinking of escaping now are we?" he said soothingly.

A pain shot through Raven's body at the sound of his voice. Byron smirked. With a flick of his wrist every door that lead to an exit was shut immediately within a miles radius.

'Don't let this guy control you with his little hypnosis trick. Mind control shouldn't be working. Your are being weak Raven. Get a grip.'

Raven's head was throbbing in a hazy dream. She groaned in pain. What was going on? Why was she fighting with her self? Why didn't she have any control over what she was doing?

Raven struggled against Byron's grip, though she wasn't even moving. Her muscles tensed as she tried to pry away.

'Why am I feeling so numb? So weak? Where has all my energy gone?'

A shot of pain blazed through her arm. Raven hissed. Why was this hurting so much? What was happening?

Byron suddenly let go of her wrist, and Raven stumbled back. Falling gracefully into a chair behind her with ease, she gasped. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably.

Her hands were warm, she could feel them again. Flexing her fingers, she sighed.

'Good, the feeling is back. I have energy.'

"Now that we have arrived in the dining room, shall we eat?" Byron said gently.

Raven's head shot up. Her eyes were wild. She didn't want to be any where near him. He almost killed her just now, this food was probably poison.

'I am getting out of here now.'

Raven jerked out of her chair and raced for the still open door. Byron snapped his fingers and the door slammed shut quickly.

"Not running away again are we?" He said lovingly.

Raven turned in the other direction, heading for another open door. Byron snapped his fingers again the other door shut tight.

"Please, sit, stay, be a good girl, while my patience is still thick."

Raven kept running, the doors slammed shut.

'Gotta get away.'

Raven ran as fast as she possibly could. She was going to find a way out of here. She was going to brake free. She wasn't going to let Byron get the best of her.

Byron's eyes followed her around the room. He wasn't going to let her get away. There was no escaping him. Byron snapped her fingers again, making some of the carpet snag Raven's foot and trip.

"Perhaps if you removed your clothes you would be able to run swiftly?"

The carpet snapped back into place.

"I'm getting really tired of your stupid damn little comments," Raven growled.

"Are you now?"

"Yes."

"Well, get used to it. Because I see you staying around her for quite some time."

"Alright! Seeing as you 1, 2, 3, all of you that were missing minus Raven just showed up out of no where, I will give you a series of questions determining if you are who you say you are," Marik said stiffly.

He whirled around and stared Maniac straight into the eye. "The real Maniac reacts a certain way when I do this." Marik whipped a flashlight out and flashed it in Maniac's eyes. Maniac began laughing instantly. Marik hummed.

"Lucky guess." Marik stalked around in a circle before snapping back and giving Maniac a sharp glare.

"What's the capital of Arkansas?" he asked quickly.

"You said Ar and then Kansas," Maniac laughed.

"Maniac laughed at Arkansas to. What's you favorite flavor ice cream?"

"Mint chocolate chip in a coffee mug."

"Right again. You're looking pretty real right about now… what do boogers smell like. Maniac had a theory on it. What was it?"

"No one knows what boogers smell like because they're always in your nose, so you're always smelling them. You're so used to the smell that you don't notice that they have a sent. So you don't know what booger smell like."

Marik screwed his eyes in place, trying to figure out who he was talking to. Maniac gave him a toothy grin.

"For my last question… what time is it and what television program is on right now that you never miss unless something really important is happening?"

Maniac shot up and ran for the TV. "Oh my god it's time for Days of our Lives. Why didn't you tell me you ass hole!"

Marik frowned. "Okay she's the real Maniac, but that doesn't mean that all of you aren't fakes!"

Greg smacked Marik in the back of the head furiously. "Who cares who they are! They know where Raven is and I want her back," Greg cried.

"Don't worry kid we'll find her. And if we don't we can sell her stuff on ebay," Jason said smiling. Greg tackled Jason to the ground and began a fitful fight against his older friend.

"Is he really necessary?" Hot Spot asked.

"I want to know why any of these people are here. They're not Titans," Argent said hatefully.

"Yeah, we're not. But we live here so pull the stick out of your ass and move on," Gerard snapped.

"Don't talk to her like that, who do you think you are," Bumble Bee shouted.

"I happen to be an adult, unlike you stupid snot nosed kids who still walk around crying for your mommies," Gerard retorted.

"Kids? We aren't kids, we are so mature adults," Aqua lad retorted.

"Adults who suck they're thumbs," Jason cried.

Marik laughed, sending the room into a large fight.

Maniac frowned. "ASAP! Shut up now dammit before I rip you a new one. Trying to watch TV."

"Yes ma'am," all of ASAP replied with a solute.

The titans laughed. "Ha, you guys are like trained dogs," Beastboy chuckled.

"You are a dog bi-ach," Jason said slyly.

"Shut up!" Maniac snapped.

Beastboy chuckled to himself.

"I said shut up!"

Beastboy was silent.

"You're not eating I see," Byron stated.

Raven didn't answer. Gazing about the room she was off in a dream like state of her own. It was a large dining room that she hadn't expected to see in a place like this. It was extremely extravagant in a dim gothic fashion as in the 1600 churches. Perhaps this was a mansion. The hallways and rooms she had been running through with the others in the escape were quite large.

The dining room had a dark and dreary feeling complete with the blood red carpet and horrible paintings. Had it been anywhere else but here she would have felt at piece. But at the moment, sitting here with Byron, she wished it was more of a happy place. And maybe she would have enjoyed the scenery if she hadn't been bolted to the chair.

"And off in your own little world."

Raven snapped out of her thoughts.

"Really now, it's not polite to stare."

Raven scowled. "As if I ca re."

"Not very friendly now are we?"

Raven looked away.

"I'd hold my tongue if I were you. I am in control here."

Raven's head snapped back, locking her furious eyes with his cold ones. "You do not control me. No one does."

Byron sat back easily into his chair, giving her an amused glace before chuckling to himself.

"I'm glad you think so."

Pouring himself some wine, Byron took a sip before continuing.

"But, whether you like it or not, I am your master. You do as I say, you obey me, you follow orders, you are my slave, and you belong to me."

Raven glared. "I don't belong to anyone."

"Not yet. I don't have as much influence over your well being because I have not yet tasted any of your blood. But I still am able to take control of your mind, and force you to do as I say."

Byron stood, smirking to himself. Circling around Raven, he placed a hand on her shoulder.

Kneeling on his knee, Byron became face to face with her.

"I've always said… that everyone needs a pet," Byron breathed. Tracing a finger down Raven's cheek, he smirked. She jerked away from his hand, which only made him laugh.

"You're spunk will be amusing in bed."

"You bastard!"

"Yes, you will be a very amusing pet," he said dragging his finger down further.

"Stop."

"No, I don't think I will," he said kissing her lightly.

"Please." Her heart was pounding. This madness was more than she could take. Byron pressed his lips to her's forcefully, bruising her mouth.

Raven was terrified.

Byron pulled away and gave Raven a satisfied look.

"Have a good nights rest. I trust you know how you get back to your room."

Raven stared at him in a daze.

Giving her another kiss, Byron stood and turned on his heel. "Pleasant dream darling."

And with that, Byron snapped his fingers one last time, setting Raven free, and disappearing into the dark.

Whatcha think? This is why the rating is so high up. And it is going to stay up because there are going to be scenes with more mature scenes then there was in this chapter.