Hey yall! Sorry for the wait but I've been overwhelmed. But here I am with another chapter just for you guys. I want to thank everyone for reading this and reviewing.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans and all that shit.

(AN): This chapter contains sex and drinking. If you are not okay with this or aren't of age please turn back.

Bolded Italics: Trigon speaking

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Chapter Six

Raven was on a rampage through the tower, the strain from holding her anger back only increasing the black magic soaking into her surroundings. The sound of feet pounded behind her, but she ignored it. No one would stop the wrath that she was about to bestow on Beast.

The Med doors opened with a mechanical whoosh, harsh light and the crisp smell of various madicines immediately greeting her. Her raging path towards Beast stopped short when she caught sight of Starfire, red hair fanned out in a halo around her head. She looked pale and new age had been added to her face. Her normally happy and sunshiny aura that Raven usually found annoying was drained thoroughly. Everything was falling apart, and she couldn't do anything.

"You gave her a sedative," Raven observed coldly. She reached out a pale hand and drifted it over Star's forehead, allowing a soft blue light to caress Star's tormented mind and put her ease at least for a while.

She turned to take in Karen crouched before Gar's leg when she didn't get an answer. The half human was bandaging his leg, wiping her hands on a bloodied rag nearby. "Stay off that for a while. I'll come check on it in a couple of days. I need to go find Sparky," She said, her eyes flickering briefly to Raven before she hurried out.

Beast didn't meet her eyes, looking instead at Starfire on the bed beside his own.

"What the hell were you thinking?" She snapped. Her voice cracked and became distorted, a warning of how close she was to loosing control if she didn't calm down.

Beast flinched at her outburst, finally looking her in the eyes. "I-I tried. They just came out of no where and just attacked us. Nightshade refused to stop fighting. I knew I should've tried harder but-"

"But you didn't. You goofed around like you do on every mission we have. If you actually cared about her and tried SHE WOULD BE HERE RIGHT NOW!" The room lapsed into silence, her chest heaving from the pain she was placing on herself.

A calming hand squeezed her own, Richard's voice whispering on the edge of her mind.

"I don't remember seeing you there! Oh, I forgot. You were too busy getting dirty with Blackwing over there. At least he actually showed up," Beast shot back. Again there was quiet.

They never cared for you. This idiot you call Beast has no idea of the struggle you go through every day.

I am not in the mood to deal with you!

Medical supplies exploded along the shelves, the broken pieces floating into a small hurricane. The sheets on the beds tore themselves free and ripped to shreds, cabinets fell over, crushing into compacted balls.

"YOU KNOW NOTHING OF THE PAIN I INDORE EVERY DAY TO SIMPLY FEEL EVEN A SECOND OF JOY! I CAN'T ALLOW MYSELF TO LOSE CONTROL, GARFIELD! I HAVE TO MEDITATE CONSTANTLY AND IF I DON'T I COULD KILL YOU ALL! MY SISTER WAS ALL I HAD LEFT AND NOW SHE'S GONE!" She roared. Her anger was breaking free, and she was in no state to stop it.

Beast rose, her red eyes reflecting in his rapidly darkening ones. Her vision was clouding with her rage, more items throwing themselves at Beast. The primal danger that she had sensed from him was now replaced by pure fear. And it felt good. She lunged at him, a burst of darkness straight from the depths of Hell itself.

Strong hands clamped on her arms and torso, holding her back. The presence was defiantly Aqualad, his calm thoughts soothing her own rage filled ones. It still wasn't enough to stop the roaring assault of now animate objects causing destruction around them. Everything was too red and too angry. The war in her mind was starting to be in her father's favor.

He was going to win.

"RAVEN!"

What was that?

Ignore him, dear daughter. He is simply a distraction we don't need. He distracts you from punishing the green one who took away your sister.

Be quiet.

He doesn't understand us. He is mortal and an annoyance we do not need.

I said BE QUIET!

You dare disobey your creator?

"Raven look at me."

The man before her tore off his mask and revealed the bluest things she'd ever seen. Bluer than the skies of Azarath through the library window. Bluer than the deepest ocean trenches.

The power that had once been sending fiery waves of pain and rage through her mind stopped, and she fell into his warm arms.

"Richard," She whispered.

"I'm here. It's okay."

"Dude what the hell was that?" Beast cried.

Raven moved from Richard's arms, staring at Beast. "It was hell. I need to meditate," She deadpanned, pulling up her hood and gracefully moving to the door without a glance back. The surrounding air snapped with power, a remnant of the demonic heritage hiding within her being.

You got lucky daughter but the boy won't be around forever.

oOo

Nightshade groaned, shifting upwards. Immediately she fell to the metal surface beneath her, her hands jailed tightly in some sort of power preventing cuffs. It didn't help that her whole body felt like jelly and that she was trapped in some sort of box that seemed to stretch on forever. Or perhaps it didn't. She couldn't tell. Everything around her was dark and cold, radiating an ancient evil power that seemed strangely familiar. It stirred something inside her that only lived in her nightmares. She did not like it.

The ground rumbled before stilling and then emitting a loud screeching sound. It continued to rumble along, voices and sounds whispering around her ominously. After what felt like half a millennium the box stopped abruptly, slamming her body into the very unforgiving walls and adding another bruise to her already bettered body.

"What the hell, ass wipes!" Nightshade growled weakly. Her voice came out hoarse, much to her surprise. How long was I out?

The wall opposite of her shook before falling opening, light immediately blinding her. Sharp spears stabbed into her face, forcing her out and into a large throne room.

Giants similar to the ones from before roamed around in stiff formation, stomping back and forth in front of large curtains. "The queen demands your presence," The guard shoving a spear in her face snarled. Nightshade rolled her eyes, waving her cuffed hands. They glanced at each other, withdrawing their spears and flinging her over one's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Hey! Let me go you little shits!" She complained, beating her hands on its back. The giant continued on, unfazed. The curtains swished around them like water and the giant bowed, dropping Nightshade.

The Titan cursed, struggling upward to glare at the figure perched lazily on the throne. Her eyes were pure white and malicious, watching with a curious interest. Her pale skin seemed to shine and spark, her long black hair a sharp contrast to the rest of her. Red stained lips went up in a snarky smile.

"You can leave. I'm fully capable of handling this tiny thing by myself," She dismissed. They nodded, glancing suspiciously at Nightshade only to earn a perfect view of her tongue sticking out mockingly.

"How have you been niece?" The stranger greeted. She squinted, looking Nightshade over again. "You're not my niece. You have an uncanny resemblance but you are not Raven," She observed, anger flashing in her strange eyes before being hidden again. "I'll have to punish those idiots. Oh well I'll just send another ship after her."

"Wait! I am Raven!" Nightshade blurted.

She stopped, peering down at her. "Hm. They did something right for once. Now the question is what to do with you. You certainly are pretty. You'd make a good maid for one of the knights. They'd love a new play thing," She spoke.

"Over my dead body! And you could've just dropped by instead of attacking my friends! Where the fuck are they? Did you hurt them? If you hurt them I swear to Azar!"

"You'll what? Enough with the empty threats Raven. You were so much calmer when you were younger tsk well have to fix that. Funny of you to mention my older sister."

"Why is that?"

She smiled cruelly, leaning forward. "She's dead."

"What! That's impossible! She..you.." Nightshade's words trailed off as realization hit. She glared up at the smug ass through her tears. "You killed her. FUCKING PEICE OF COCKSUCKING SHIT." She collapsed, her shoulders shaking. Another body to add to her guilt.

"Azar was so soft with you," She continued as if Nightshade wasn't a complete sobbing mess. "She allowed you to live despite the fact that you'll wipe us all out one day! And all because little Arella messed up! Again! I told her not to get herself involved with them! And look where it landed her. Where it landed our home! This planet was in dire need of a ruler who would do what needed to be done. So I came. Queen Axari." She took a deep breath, glancing down at her clawed hands and frowning at their deadly curve. "They were both weak. At least the second was dealt with properly."

"What do you mean second?"

"Oh yes. A tiny adorable baby. A shame they took away her memory and sent her to live with that assassin. She was killed secretly because if those pacifists found out they'd throw a fit. Anyway you're much too mouthy to be a maid. Perhaps an experiment. My scientists have been dying to have something new to torture. I mean study."

Nightshade pushed herself upwards. Her sadness was replaced by anger, burning inside her. She was mad. Not just at Axari but at everyone who let her believe a lie. The monks who took away her memory, Azar for allowing it, her mother and Raven for letting an assassin abandon her on the streets.

Look at her sitting smugly on her throne. She had no idea what you had to go through. None of them do. Let go. Punish them.

The cuff exploded, sparking with power, and she rose, her hair a floating mass around her head. The voice that emitted from her mouth was not her own. It was demonic and brought out the inner fears that had once been locked away, it reduced a once highly intelligent being to nothing but a gibbering mess of insanity.

"I'll punish you all. You won't be the first and certainly not the last.

Axari rose gracefully, holding out a hand. Nightshade ignored it, leaping straight forward to dig her teeth into her victims neck and bring out blood the color of her eyes.

Axari gripped her neck, allowing enough pressure to keep Nightshade in place but not harm her while warning her of what would happen if she were to fight back.

"I have access to the entire Azarathian military and can kill you in over eight hundred ways with just my bare hands. Try that again and you'll wish you were dead, hybrid." She held up a knife, hacking off Nightshade's hair so it barely brushed her chin. "On second thought I have a much better place to send you. We'll let you go out to the gladiator arena. Let that wipe out the pathetic thing you call your existence. And it'll put that anger problem of yours to good use."

Nightshade closed her eyes, admitting defeat.

oOo

Gar was on his tenth or twentieth drink, he didn't know or care. His brain was complete putty and his normally heightened senses were fuzzy. All he saw was the galaxy of bottles around him, quickly growing as he downed glass after glass. Would he find escape at the bottom of a beer glass?

The music pounded around him, pulsing into skull, mimicking his erratic heartbeat. Neon lights flashed, drenching the club in eerie light and wavering shadows. Bodies twisted and collided in time with the beat, starved hands groping.

Gar signaled for another glass, feeling grief and guilt wash over him again. His fists tightened around the glass, painfully hard. Why wouldn't it just stop? For just one second he wanted her screams to go away. He let his head fall into his arms, trying to think straight, trying to ignore the hypnotic rhythm of the music.

"Hello."

A somewhat petite woman had slid onto the stool next to him. The bartender returned, nudging Gar his drink and turning to the newcomer.

"I'll have a margarita on the rocks," She said, and he nodded, quickly disappearing again. Her hair was silky and blonde, falling to her mid back in gorgeous waves. Her sky blue eyes were large and full of innocence- innocence he wasn't so sure was real when his eyes fell on her devious smile. She wore a tight black dress that exposed her back and cleavage. It barely covered her ass. Not that he was complaining. He certainly liked the view. He could already feel the loose jeans he was wearing tighten uncomfortably.

She turned to face him, her breasts bouncing as she settled. He swallowed thickly as she leaned so close he could feel the heat coming from her. Smell the faint scent of some alien perfume. Her delicate hand lightly touched his knee and moved upward to rest on his thigh. His breath hitched. The rational part of him was ashamed, screaming about Nightshade. That part was suffocating in alcohol at the moment.

"I'm Tara. And you are?" She purred into his ear. He shivered, a mixture of hot and cold zipping down his spine. Warnings flared in his head. He grunted in displeasure and chugged the shot, swallowing the warnings with the hot burn of vodka.

"Gar. Gar Logan," He breathed.

"The name would make me assume earthling but the green and ears points to another planet- Durla maybe," She conversed, pulling away her hand and blinking those big blue eyes. He smiled dumbly, swaying slightly. "Animilia," He hiccuped and she nodded adorably. "Soooo what brings you to a p-place like this?" He slurred, draping an arm across her neck and pulling her forward.

"Whatever you wish it to be baby."

Oh shit. What did he get himself into?

oOo

Nightshade was pinned beneath him, her hair spread out in a beautiful mess, soft lashes fluttering in pleasure. Her plump lips were open in a silent moan, face flushed red. He leaned down, placing soft kisses on her face and neck. His Olivia. Only...she tasted different. Something like dirt and spice and rain.

When he looked again Tara was under him, finger nails clawing at his back, body convulsing. It felt raw and wrong and yet so good. His whole body boiled, heat building in his veins. It was dark but music was still pounding an unmerciful hammer in his head, so he was still at the club. The sheets were rough against his skin and smelled heavily of cigarette smoke, vomit, and bleach. Gar frowned and shook his head.

Nightshade was back, spread out on the sheets, smelling of cinnamon and rose. This sex wasn't rough or desperate. Quite the opposite. Soft and delicate, gentle touches and loving kisses. He no longer felt on fire, just a warmth spread throughout his body that put him in bliss.

"Oh Gar," She whimpered, writhing beneath him. He pressed them closer together, feasting on her skin and peppering butterfly kisses down her neck.

The skin wasn't silk soft anymore. Tara moaned loudly, shattering the image with a sharp thrust of her hips. He groaned, gripping her thighs as he came.

"I love you," He moaned, collapsing beside her.

"What?" Those were dangerous words. He couldn't possibly mean them. Could he?

He laughed loudly, tugging her to his chest and cuddling her close. "You're so silly. I said I love you, Liv." His words drifted into snores, signaling he was asleep.

She tried to hide her hurt. Of course Gar didn't like her more than a one night stand. But still- the softness he'd shown made her feel like he was different. She wasn't anything but an easy source of relief. That was her job anyway. Find rich guys, drug their drinks, steal everything in sight. Gar hadn't been her plan at all. But he had seemed so sad and broken. He had reminded her of herself. Maybe that's why she was so drawn to him. She scoffed bitterly, shoving away his arm.

Look what you've gotten yourself into to Tara. You should leave now and drink it off.

She looked back at his limp form and sighed, curling into his warmth.

For tonight. Just for tonight I'll pretend someone loves me.

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