Chapter Seven: Return
Confused, the black-haired girl followed a pack of wolves into the town. She had silver blood stained on her long, black dress and she was barefoot.
"Where are you taking me?" she questioned a wolf. A wolf stood on its hind legs and suddenly became human. A woman. She looked young, with short brown hair and sharp, green-yellowy eyes.
"You are our leader, Midnight, we are taking you somewhere safe," she replied.
"Huh?" the pale girl looked bewildered, "Midnight? Who exactly am I?"
The wolf-girl sighed, "We thought this would happen. We need to take you somewhere safe. There's people who want to trick you, make you dark. Then they will kill you."
The girl looked blank but nodded slowly. "I don't understand-"
"That's why you're going to have to lead a normal life," the tall woman cut her off.
"A. Normal. Life," she repeated. "I feel like I've just been born. Who am I? Who are you?"
"My name is Kamari," the wolf-girl replied, scanning the black-haired beauty with her sharp but tender eyes. "I am a leader of the Water Wolves, a hidden pack of wolves. I knew you, before you died."
"I died?" came the blunt reply.
"Yes," Kamari nodded. "I can't tell you too much, it can interfere with difficult obstacles." She appeared to be worried. Another wolf changed shape, it was another girl; one with tanned skin, short black hair and slanted yellow eyes. "Justine, have Cori and Ralf set up the apartment?"
"Yes," Justine appeared bitter and cold. She had scratches around her eyes, and a scar down her cheek. The pale girl gazed at Justine, worriedly. "I just want Lilith to gain her memories so she'll kill Larson and Maya," she gritted her teeth.
"Justine," Kamari sighed.
"What?" Justine demanded, anger bursting in her facials, "He tried to kill me, that bastard!"
The blank girl sweat-dropped. "Um, yeah... Back to me please?" The other two looked at her, "I don't want to be obnoxious, or whatever, but I'm still confused."
"That's obvious," Justine snorted. She smiled warmly, "I'm sorry Lilith, you and I used to be such great friends."
"Used to be?"
"We can still be friends," Justine grinned, linking arms with the suddenly revived girl. "Even if you have no clue who you are."
"I can work it out."
Kamari laughed and sighed happily, "We're just going to have to make you comfortable in a new apartment and send you off to a high school. We're going to make you a fake ID and you'll fit in as a transfer student."
"Why are you doing this for me?" the silver-eyed girl asked, her heart warm.
"We fear," Kamari looked anxiously at Justine, "that your sister, if she finds you, she will kill you."
"And that's bad..."
"Yeah," Justine laughed nervously. "But tomorrow is a new day, tonight you're Lilith Moon, Goddess of the moon, and tomorrow you'll be Lily Moore, Jump City High student."
"Say what?"
Starfire was walking cautiously past the corridors, obviously worried about something. She seemed to be absent from her mind as she banged into Nightwing.
She snapped back, "Oh, Richard, I'm so sorry," she replied, stepping back.
"No problem," he also seemed to be a little dazed.
Starfire bit her lip, while holding her stomach wearily.
"Are you okay?" Nightwing asked curiously.
"I need to go back to Tamaran," Starfire blurted.
"Why?" Nightwing blinked.
"Special request," Starfire replied quickly.
"Okay, do you need me to go with you?" Nightwing frowned lightly.
"Yes," Starfire nodded slowly. "I really do."
"We'll go tomorrow morning then," Nightwing replied, and walked off. Starfire let out a sigh of relief. That had gone easier than she originally suspected. But that wasn't the difficult part.
Alexis was sitting in Amira's room. He had demanded that the black-haired psychic would go to sleep. She seemed almost terrified. He kept a hold of her hand, which was almost frozen. Biting his lip, Alexis scanned the room. Amira had pulled the curtains firmly together, but had ripped an edge. Her mirror was smashed and candles were poured all over the carpet.
Alexis sighed, shaking his head. He had never seen Amira this worked up before. He had managed to convince her to at least sleep, and she finally obeyed. There was something going on with the younger of the Roth sisters, and he couldn't seem to understand what.
Something bad was happening all of a sudden, Alexis sighed. What happened to all those good ol' days when only pathetic villains were their problem? Now he was dealing with a resurrected wolf-girl, a worried psychic and a devastating secret operation; Blue Wolf.
Alexis pulled his semi-long black hair up, and kept it up with a pencil. He leaned on the wall, his blue eyes scanning the telepath. She was sleeping, but not too well. Amira had a massive frown on her face, and she fidgeted every minute or so. She was definitely not acting normal, and that could cause lives, feelings...
Alexis sighed again, looking out the window, the moon was still high up. He could almost feel the trembling pull of power from it. The moon was eerily bright, and surprisingly large. It wouldn't be too long until it was daylight again. He looked softly at Amira's pale face. His stern features softened.
Standing up, the Azarathian pulled a notepad from Amira's secret box and read it through. It was almost like a diary to the telepath but he was granted permission to read it. It held the secrets to her visions; her complete visions and her worries. He had to read it, to understand.
Terra frowned as she looked up from her book. The clock kept ticking away and she noticed it was past four am. She sighed. She knew it was bad for her to stay up for so long, but she couldn't help it. Terra needed to know more. Needed to learn more.
The words spoke out to her, beckoning her. Terra smiled softly and turned the page. She paled. A demon summoner spell. Blinking rapidly, Terra skimmed the words. Fear began to twist in her body. Terra knew this was forbidden, she shouldn't be reading dark magic... But what could possibly go wrong?
She watched as the letters spun into words. Even seeing the strange words, Terra knew they were dangerous, powerful, evil. Nothing good would come if she ever summoned such a demon.
Deciding that nothing could really go wrong, Terra spoke the words gently but clearly. They illuminated brightly. The words shot up and circled the book. A blinding white light became the void and a low growling appeared.
The light dissolved into the air as soon as a giant red man appeared. His skin was a flaky red, his eyes were an onyx colour and his jet black hair fell in waves around his sharp face.
His chest was bare, his fine muscles showing in the candlelight. He held a stern gaze. Terra blinked, still observing him. He wore a black pair of ripped trousers and his feet wore nothing.
"My mistress," he hissed seductively, stepping forward. The candlelight flickered from his presence, cowering away. A smell of both death and power burned in Terra's nose. This was really bad. The room had grown severely darker.
"Um.."
"For setting me free, I shall grant you a wish," the demon stepped forward, a cold smile on his fiery face.
Genie, much? Terra glanced at him sideways. "Anything?"
"Anything," he nodded, "From power of mass destruction, to millions of coins suited for your spending joy."
Terra's eyebrow raised slightly, "Anything," she repeated quietly. Anything? Looking up, her blue eyes narrowed. "Do you do murder?"
The demon laughed suddenly, his chest heaving. His mouth opened as his voice crackled with such cackling. His fangs exposed. "Of course," he finally replied. "An old enemy you want rid of?" he tilted his head, his red eyes burning with taunt.
"Yes," Terra grimaced, folding her arms. "On those lines."
"Very well," the demon disappeared from the room. Terra bit her lip when he was fully gone. She put her head in her hands and shook terribly.
"What have I done?" she wailed.
Veronica was watching the dancers, frowning. There was nothing she would like better than to dance as well, be ignorant. She sighed, life was just full of marvellous and horrible surprises. Her life was just as bad.
"A glass of vodka and coke for milady," came a sly voice. Veronica turned and saw Joshua. She smiled.
"Thanks," she reached out for it. She brought it to her lips, just as Joshua sat down; his steel eyes never leaving the red-head. She took a gulp and a bolt of pain surged through her body. She winced.
"What's wrong, V?" Joshua asked, his voice like honey. He tilted his head at her, worriedly. His brown hair moved swiftly, and fell in front of one eye.
"Nothing," Veronica rasped, removing the glass from her lips. She placed it at the table and eyed it suspiciously. She could feel a stinging of warmth dart up her arms and legs. She began to feel numb. Veronica tried to clench her fists, but it throbbed of burning that she had to stop.
She slid her hand on the table, hoping the cold surface would help her. She gulped. The dark power in her being was slipping from her grasp. A rush of venomous vigour struck her in the face, and she felt as if she was getting bitten.
"Veronica, are you okay? You're looking pale."
Veronica tried to answer back, but the numbness had spread to her throat and she couldn't speak. Desperately, the girl tried to move her lips but was failing. Everything began to fly around and spin. Veronica grew dizzy, her eyes blinking almost separately. The amber-golden orbs disappeared as she blinked.
She closed them completely but a golden light was stuck in her head. She kept focusing on it. Ah'm falling, she thought abruptly. Indeed she was.
"Veronica?" Joshua grabbed her body as she fell from her seat. Her lips were blue and her skin was pale. "You're not breathing," he frowned. "Hold on."
Amira's eyes fluttered open. She leaned forward and squinted from the candlelight. "Alexis?" she blinked, noticing her friend had fallen asleep, sitting against the wall. She smiled softly, he had stayed with her all night.
Lifting the sheets, the telepath slipped out of bed and walked towards the Azarathian. She kneeled in front of him, her silky black nightgown lifting with the pressure. She put the back of her hand on his cold cheek and sighed.
"Leaving me already?" she whispered. Alexis groaned, frowning. Amira raised an eyebrow.
Alexis stirred, waking up and opened his eyes. He blushed automatically, being met with a pair of pale breasts. "Uhhh..."
Amira realised what he was embarrassed about and quickly stood up. She coughed and grabbed her dressing gown and wrapped it around her. She stood, her back facing the confused man.
"Amira?" he questioned, hesitating. He kneeled and stood up, facing the girl's back. Amira winced, still looking ahead. Alexis began to wonder why the dark wall was so interesting all of a sudden. He approached her slowly and placed a firm but gentle hand on her shoulder.
Amira was shaking. Alexis thought she was laughing but when he listened closely, he realised she was crying.
"Amira?" he repeated softly. He was beginning to get worried. He had never seen Amira cry before and it was very unsettling. "Please look at me," he begged.
Amira turned around slowly, her eyes a faded pink colour from the tears. Her milky-white skin seemed to glow from the moonlight behind the open window. Alexis gulped, she looked enchanting; mysterious...Beautiful.
"Why are you so upset?" he hesitated before stepping forward.
"My vision..." She trailed off, her eyes watching the flickering of the candlelight.
Alexis pondered for a moment, "Did you have a new one?"
"Yes," Amira replied softly.
"You can tell me," the Azarathian said gently, reassuringly placing a hand on her shoulder. Amira nervously glanced at him. Their eyes locked. Navy to amethyst.
"I saw my death," she admitted finally.
Alexis' heart almost stopped. "Y-You saw..What?" he gulped.
"My death," Amira repeated quietly; her voice barely a whisper.
"W-When?"
"Before the month ends," the telepath croaked.
They were silent for a few minutes. Alexis locked his arms around his friends' shoulders and embraced her tightly. "It'll be okay," he whispered into her silky, black hair.
Raven screamed. She shot up from the floor and charged black energy at the red demon-like being. He cackled before dodging it. The demon stepped forward, his feet burning holes in the floor. His presence darkened the room, and a death-like smell burst throughout the room.
The empath shot out another blast of her energy, narrowly missing the being. She grew confused on why the thing was there in the first place.
"What's going on?" demanded a voice from the doorway. The door slid open and Nightwing fell in. "What the hell?"
"Nightwing; it's a demon," Raven gritted her teeth at him, "A full-bred one, I need back-up." He nodded at her warning and got to his feet quickly. He launched from the corridor, his voice bouncing off the walls.
The demon simply laughed as he threw a fire-bolt at the trembling young woman. Raven gasped as it singed the tips of her hair. "Damn," she muttered, distracted by the sudden blackness that added to her exquisite hair colour. The demon grinned at this and touched the floor. Fire rose from the carpet and whirled at Raven.
She averted her gaze from her hair and jumped up into the air just in time. "Azarath Metrion Zynthos!" she yelled, a raven-like shadow bursting from her chest. It darted towards the demon and successfully struck him. The thing fell backwards and rolled on the floor before stopping by the wall. He groaned.
"Raven!" Changeling swiftly changed into a hawk and charged at the demon, his claws sinking into his chest. The demon cried out and flailed his arms around, trying to retract the bird's claws.
"Thanks Gar," Raven said breathlessly. She held onto a chair, catching her breath.
The demon managed to grab Changeling and threw him. The green shapeshifter changed back into human, while in the air, and delivered a perfect backflip to his feet. He looked over at his girlfriend.
Are you okay? He mouthed. Raven nodded slowly. Changeling took this as a good sign as he formed into a sabre-tooth tiger and pounced on the demon.
"Hey, what's going on?" Amberlee stepped into the room, slightly dazed from confusion.
"There's a demon," Raven said coldly, pointing to the struggling being on the floor that was wrestling with the emerald-eyed Titan.
"Ahh, cool," Amberlee grinned. She shot into the air and grabbed a lamp. She threw it straight at the demon's head.
"Hey!" Raven barked at her, irritated, "That was a gift!"
"Sorry," Amberlee shrugged. The demon rolled his eyes comically as he felt a concussion come on. More Titans came into the room, buzzing with confidence and bewilderment.
Terra bit her lip guiltily as she witnessed the demon being pulled from the floor and was handcuffed. He was dragged towards the door but turned to her.
"I am sorry that I failed you, my mistress," he hissed.
Amberlee and Cyborg grimaced as they led the demon out of the room.
"What?" Nightwing stood in front of Terra, an annoyed expression on his face. "Do you know what happened?" he asked accusingly.
"Hey!" Terra yelled, offended. "What makes you think that?"
"Maybe because he had a contract to you," Raven bitterly replied, being carefully pulled by Changeling.
"Huh? Contract?" Terra blinked.
"A lot of demons are set free, and therefore they are set contracts by those who freed them," Raven explained crossly.
Changeling pushed her up slightly. He kept his arm around her waist, to gently balance her.
"What's that got to do with me?"
"How about those spells you were casting?" Raven added, a look of hurt and anger in her amethyst eyes.
"Wait.. How'd you know about that?" she quickly glanced at Bolt. He shook his head in defence.
"I was detecting suspicious readings concerning you," Raven placed a hand on her hip.
"Ditto," Amberlee added, coming back into the room, "I could feel guilt radiating from you, as well as pride and a strange addiction."
"So: magic is the case," Nightwing concluded.
"Fine, I admit it," Terra sighed in defeat. "But I only did it to become stronger. A member of the Titans," she growled.
Raven gave her a disapproving look, "Yet you summoned a demon; which threatened our lives."
"Only yours'," Terra stared coldly into the empath's eyes. Raven remained calm as she returned the look.
"Terra, I'm afraid that if I can't risk losing a member if you don't drop this insane obsession," Nightwing told her sternly.
"What?" she looked at him in shock.
"Either drop from the team; or drop the magic," he added. Terra gawked at him.
Everything was silent as her decision was being made. "I'm dropping...The team," she sighed. Desperately, she retreated from the room, tears in her blue eyes.
Honestly not my best work; I rushed it a little but I needed to upload it as some point before I went crazy. Hopefully it's okay...Meh...
