Hope you guys enjoyed the last chapter. By the way, if you haven't already, the Teen Titans game for the PS2 and GameCube is only $19.99 and isn't that bad. I liked it.
"My head..." Beast Boy groaned, as he rolled back and forth on the deep blue satin sheets of his and Raven's bed. His body ached from head to toe, completely and utterly sore like he had just been backed up over by the T-Car several times. He opened his eyes, his vision slightly cloudy, while the bedroom spun around him like a merry-go-round from hell. Once the sickening spinning had come to a stop, he sat up in bed and looked around.
First thing he noticed was that he was naked, which was odd because he always slept in some sort of pajamas, even if they were nothing more than boxers. Secondly, his Doom Patrol uniform was torn to shreds and laying in tatters on the floor, along with his boots, gloves and boxers.
"That uniform is supposed to be stronger than steel..." he muttered quietly to himself. His eyes glanced around the room, looking for any signs of battle damage, thinking that perhaps he was merely knocked unconscious by a late night attack.
It was then that the pain on his wrists and ankles begin to stick out, it's voice coming louder and more intense than the soreness that plagued the rest of his body. His wrists looked raw and chaffed as if they had been rubbed up against something that clung to him tightly, something metal perhaps?
Metal...
His brain opened up and memories from the night before came flooding in. Those red eyes...the chains...Raven...
The changeling swallowed his spit hard and glanced over at a still sleeping Raven, expecting to see the Demoness that ravaged him to the wee hours of the morning. But instead, the jade skinned prankster saw his peacefully sleeping Azarathian goddess, her head gently laying on her satin pillow, her eyes closed, wearing her normal pajama combination of a tank top and sweat pants.
This only served to confuse Beast Boy whose vivid memories of a naked, red-eyed Raven leaving him chained and bound to bed burned fresh in his memory...and now he was free? And Raven was fully clothed?
"Dude...this doesn't make sense..." he thought to himself, scratching the back of his green head. Slowly, Beast Boy slid out of bed to get dressed and try to piece together the events of last night to figure out just what exactly got into Raven. He would also need to bandage up some of the various cuts and bruises on his body in the med bay. Maybe tell the guys he slipped in the shower and leave it at that.
This was at least his plan till 7 AM hit and Raven's alarm belted through the silent morning air, blaring another hand-picked song from the J-Man, Johnny Thunder. Beast Boy didn't recognize the song, though the lyrics hit a bit close to home...
Your cruel device
Your blood like ice
One look could kill
My pain
Your thrill
"Dude...not cool..." he thought to himself. In reality, he had no one to blame but himself for the song, as he would constantly changed it to the J-Man, Johnny Thunder from Raven's preferred 'goth rock' station, as Beast Boy called it.
The alarm accomplished it's goal and woke the pale empath from her slumber. Raven sighed and rolled over, turning her back to the alarm clock, as a black tendril shot from her head and touched the alarm clock causing it to go completely dead. Beast Boy liked to call that "the Azarathian snooze button."
The changeling swallowed his spit hard as fear crept up his spine, like the first bad waves of a panic attack. Did Raven see him? Or did the Demoness, as he had named her, see him? It was hard to tell, to say the least. Beast Boy froze in place like a green statue, unsure of what his next move should be. He held his breath and waited till Raven fell back asleep, then tip-toed his way to his dresser, slid on a pair of old sweats and a Transformers tee-shirt and morphed into a bumble-bee, heading for the kitchen.
Once in the kitchen, Beast Boy morphed back into his human form and poured himself a bowl of SUGAR FROSTED BOMB POPS, adding a generous amount of soy milk to get that perfect cereal to milk ratio he so dearly desired. So much was going through his mind right now, not to mention he felt like he had been shoved through a wood chipper. His brain raced as the vivid memories stomped their way through his senses.
"You can start to scream now."
That phrase, combined with the still fresh image of those burning, red eyes sent goosebumps all over his body. He tried to take his mind off it and focus on the task at hand, but even the sweet taste of his SUGAR FROSTED BOMB POPS were not enough to dilute the extreme flashbacks of the previous night. He was so wrapped up in this silent contemplation that he didn't hear the door behind him slide open and Raven, now dressed in her uniform, walk in.
"Good morning, Gar." she said as she went about preparing her morning tea.
Beast Boy squealed loudly, his high pitched wail bouncing all over the kitchen area and OPs. His heart started to beat out of his chest at being in Raven's presence.
"Uhhh...heh...hey Raven..." he said nervously, trying to hide the fact his hands were shaking badly. Raven just stared at him, cocking a curious eyebrow.
"What's gotten into you? And for that matter, what in the name of Azar happened to you?" she asked, referencing the cuts, welts, bite marks and bruises that decorated his body.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about..." he lied, and doing a terrible job at it. Raven took a step closer to inspect the wounds, standing a foot or so away from the battered changeling. Beast Boy winced instinctively, not unlike that of an abused puppy that one tries to pet.
"Your wounds, Garfield. What happened?" she asked again, her violet eyes showing genuine concern for her green beau.
"What happened? You mean...you don't know remember?" he said. He was trying his best to keep talking, though his throat had gone as dry as the Sahara.
"Remember what exactly? What are you talking about, Gar?"
"Dude, she doesn't remember..." he thought. "Do I tell her? No! Don't wanna risk another thrashing..."
"Oh, uhh...I was sleeping walking! Yeah, I was sleep walking. I had this dream that I was fighting Slade and I, umm...beat myself up?" he said, not meaning for it to sound like a question, but coming out as one anyway. Raven just stared at for a moment or two, her face devoid of any emotion except for a cocked, curious eyebrow that caused the changeling to sweat bullets. His green skin felt like it was on fire as his knees knocked, his palms sweaty, his tongue tied several times over. Any minute now he expected her eyes to flash red and the Demoness to run wild on him. The empath leaned closer, her hands out stretched. Beast Boy closed his eyes and tensed up.
"This is it, dude. I'm a goner..." he thought, as Raven gently rested her hands on him. Though instead of pain and the cruel laughs of the Demoness, Beast Boy felt a soothing, comforting feeling spread through out his body. A warm, blissful sensation that erased all the pain in his body.
Opening one eye slowly, the jade skinned prankster could see why. Raven's hands were glowing a light shade of blue, as she was using her powers to heal him. Beast Boy watched amazed as the cuts closed shut, bruises fading into his skin, even the rough marks from the chains were gone. Less than a minute later, he felt like his old self.
"There we are." Raven said, with a trace of satisfaction in her voice as she stretched her limbs out a bit. Her green beau's wounds were not severe, but they were numerous and the healing sapped a bit of her energy. Though a nice cup of herbal tea with some honey and, a bit of meditation should bring her back to where she needed to be.
The long, loud whistle of the tea pot signified that breakfast was done brewing and Raven could look forward to nothing more than gently sipping away at her breakfast, reading her latest book purchase, The Dunwich Horror. Beast Boy had returned his focus to his SUGAR FROSTED BOMB POPS, but groaned in disappointment when he realized the prolonged exposure to soy milk had rendered his cereal to nothing more than a bowl full of a kaleidescope mush.
"Ah dude, this stuff is terrible when it's soggy..." he bemoaned, pouring out the oozing contents into the trashcan.
"Maybe if you ate an actual, real breakfast you wouldn't have this problem." Raven said. The empath was sitting down at the counter with a fresh cup of steaming hot tea, a tiny smirk hinting at the corner of her mouth.
"Dude, what are you talking about? Sugar Frosted Bomb Pops are part of a complete breakfast, just like the commercial says. And dude, check this out." Beast Boy said, reading from the side label of the box "Sugar Frosted Bomb Pops contain 500 of my daily intake of Vitamin K-37!"
Raven sighed softly to herself and took another sip of her tea. She knew trying to reason with him was a futile cause, yet the logical part of her brain just couldn't let such statements go unnoticed.
"Gar, you do realize that there is no such thing as vitamin K-37, right?" she said. Her monotone voice hid the playful irritation she felt at her boyfriend's fits of delusion.
"Dude, it has to be real. Why would the cereal company lie to me?" he said as he stuffed handfuls of cereal straight from the box into his mouth. Raven didn't even the strength to sigh, instead sipped her tea again and looking straight at Beast Boy.
"Your brilliance is blinding." she said dryly. Of course, this well intended sarcasm went right over Beast Boy's head.
"Thanks babe!" he said grinning. Beast Boy felt his worries melt away from his conscious, giving the green changeling a sense of peace over the whole matter. "Maybe it was just a one-time thing? Like...a demon's time of the month or something?" he thought. Back in the kitchen, Raven shuddered slightly at being called 'babe', a pet name she detested the most.
"Gar, we've been over this before. Don't call me 'babe.'"
Beast Boy frowned slightly as he poured himself a tall, frosty glass of soy milk. "Well, what do you like better?" he asked. "I could call you sweetie, sugar buns, honey pie..."
"How about you just call me by my name? RAE-VEN. No childish pet names." she scoffed,a vein twitching in her temple. Beast Boy just grinned, finding it fun for some reason to push her buttons like this. A quick kiss on her chakra stone and the empath's rage had subsided greatly. The two Titans shared a quiet moment in each other's company, Raven gently sipping on her tea and Beast Boy chugging down a huge glass of soy milk, leaving a white milk mustache on his upper lip.
"Hey Rae, check out my mustache. Does it make me look manly?" he asked, puffing his chest out a bit. Raven rolled her eyes slightly and finished off the last bit of her tea.
"Oh yes, you look quite manly with your ratty Transformers tee-shirt. Or am I mistaking nerdy for manly again?" she said with a sly grin.
Beast Boy opened his mouth to make a 'witty retort' (he was going to call her a dork) when the red lights of the city alarm flashed throughout the tower. Raven's communicator beeped and once flipped open, the readout screen projected a very distressed Robin.
"Titans! We've got trouble! Cinderblock and Gizmo are trying to intercept a federal shipment of gold. Be at the T-Car ASAP!" he ordered. Raven nodded.
"On it." she said simply, clicking the communicator shut. "Looks like you need to get dressed, Gar."
Love sighed heavily as she lay on her bed, depressed and morose over the events of the previous night. The four wooden posts that decorated each corner of her bed were wrapped in vines, with each vine sporting bright red rose petals, which would normally fill her nose with a romantic, floral scent, yet today she barely even noticed.. She had forsaken her cloak and was now barefoot, in just her bright pink leotard, as she tossed and turned on her satin sheets with her mind racing and fearing the worst for her one true love, Beast Boy. Sitting up, Love stretched her slender arms as she tried to chase off the sleep that ran in her system. She was extremely tired, yet her anxiety would not let her succumb to slumber.
Her bedroom was a spacious mansion-like area, nestled in her corner of Nevermore. Her bedroom featured large, beautiful marble pillars, covered in more rose decorated vines. The walls were lined with oil paintings of Beast Boy and between each painting were marble statues of the changeling, doing everything from sleeping, to playing GameStation, to eating a fresh batch of tofu bacon. It was her little shrine to that green hunk of man meat she loved so much.
Her day dreams about her lover were cut short by a soft knocking on her bedroom door. She groaned to herself, thinking that it was Knowledge to try and convince her to read some new, boring book. Who had time to read when she might lose Garfield!
"She'll go away..." she said to herself, as she laid back in bed, pulling the satin blanket up to her chin. But the knocking continued.
Now irritated, Love sat up from her bed and sighed heavily, lazily brushing a strand of violet hair from the front of her face. The emotion floated herself over to the huge wooden doors that served as the entrance to her bedroom. She swung them open with her powers, expecting to see Knowledge with a familiar stern look on her face, but instead, Love was greeted by the last emotion in Nevermore she wanted to see.
It was the emotion that had been created the day Raven was born, yet was to remain dormant till the day the empath were to lose her virginity. Love had never really given it much though, because honestly, she never expected Raven to live to be old enough to lose her virginity.
It was an emotion that fed from her honest and pure love for Beast Boy and using it to fuse with Trigon's sense of cruelty and enjoyment of other's misery. This new emotion didn't have a name, though that didn't stop Love from giving it one...Demon Lust.
Unlike the other emotions, Demon Lust didn't bother wearing a leotard. Instead, she wore a two-piece outfit consisting of a black low cut top, showing off most of her cleavage and what could best be described as a black thong for a bottom. Her cloak was blood red, which matched her never blinking red eyes perfectly.
"Hey sexy." she said with a wicked smile. Her teeth, while not exactly fangs, were still razor sharp, capable of tearing through flesh with a great ease.
"YOU! You go away, you big meanie!" Love screamed, and slammed the door in front of Demon Lust. "Argggh! She makes me so MAD!" she said, as she stomped her way back to her bed. Love flopped down on her back and sighed bitterly. "Maybe I should sleep?" she thought and closed her eyes, eager to drown out the nagging feeling in her stomach.
What she felt instead was the gentle sensation of a finger tracing a figure eight on her stomach, which, Love was afraid to admit, sent shivers down her spine.
"Beast...Boy?" she asked with hope in her voice. Love carefully opened one eye and felt her heart sink when she saw Demon Lust curled up in bed next to her.
"Hey there cutie. Figured I'd stop by and say hey. Maybe get to know you a little better?" she cooed suggestively, her eyes glowing like fire as her hand crept up her stomach, inching oh so closely to Love's breasts. Love gasped out of surprise and phased through the bed, only to re-appear at the side.
"First off, me and Ravie don't swing that way! We only love one person and that's Beast Boy! And you are not welcome here!"
Demon Lust cackled coldly and stood up from the bed, slowly sauntering her way over to a terrified Love. The demonic emotion leaned forward and softly drug her lips across Love's, sending waves of pleasure and disgust throughout the emotion's body.
"When I get done breaking that green twig in half, I'm going to come back for you...and you and I are going to have oh so much fun together. Until we meet again, lover." she said seductively and in a flash of flame, disappeared from the room.
Love gingerly made her way back to bed and, laying on her stomach, cried herself to sleep on her pillow.