Ch. 2
A/N: ok, the last one wasn't much, I know. Sorry about that! This one'll be better and hopefully longer. Here's the next chapter for you all, I hope everyone enjoys reading it as much as I did writing it. I'm trying to make it longer, and to update often. If I don't, bother me constantly until I do. I WANT you to. Thanks!
Disclaimer: You know how it goes. Nope, don't own Teen Titans, and I don't claim it.
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Raven quietly made her way down the hall, passing by the closed doors and dark rooms of the other members of the Teen Titans. She can sense that all of them are asleep, although not necessarily in bed. Beast Boy was sprawled out halfway on and halfway off his bed, holding some handheld game or another. Similarly, Robin was asleep at his desk. Starfire.seemed to have her feet on the pillow.
Shaking her head in amusement, she started down the stairs, intending to go into the kitchen. The stairwell was pitch black, but she didn't bother to turn on a light, as her eyes easily penetrated the darkness, allowing her to see almost as well as in light. Reaching the bottom, she could see that the boys had left the living room a disaster area. Bypassing this common occurrence, she entered the kitchen, going directly to the fridge.
The light in the fridge illuminated the blue fuzzy foods, and her nose wrinkled in disgust. However, she reached back, behind all the 'food', to where she grabbed a large bottle. Pulling it out, and shutting the fridge, she put it in the microwave, and turned it on.
While waiting, Raven leaned against the counter, resting her elbow on it. She sighed slightly. For the past week or so, Raven had been feeling tired, drained. She felt worn out, the need to sleep and eat overwhelming. Unfortunately, the others had noticed. They'd seen that she was more moody than usual, and that she was tired. They didn't understand, though, they couldn't.
Suddenly, a beeping sound pierced the silence, and she jumped slightly, before seeing that the microwave was done. She took the bottle out, and opened it slightly, sniffing it. Yes, she decided, it would be okay to eat. She'd need to get more soon, though. This was all she had left, and considering how long it'd been sitting, it wouldn't be long before she'd need more. A day or two, she estimated.
With another despondent sigh, she lifted the container to her lips, and drank the thick liquid. It was okay tasting, she decided, lowering it and licking some from her lips. It'd be better if it was fresher. But, even then, it still tasted too salty. 'Alright, not fish, then.' She'd try a rabbit next.
Realizing, with a sudden surprise, what she was thinking, she nearly spit out her snack. Growling slightly at herself, she finished it off, and began washing the container with hot water and soap. Drying it off, she put it away, and started to go upstairs, already starting to feel better.
For a moment, she considered going to get more, but mentally hit herself; how could she even think it?! She didn't need any more! So she wouldn't get any more until she needed it. This was enough to revitalize her for the moment; she would NOT get more for at least a day, no matter how much she craved it.
As she passed by the others' rooms, her now heightened senses let her know just how alive her friends are.She could HEAR their heartbeats, smell the blood gushing through their veins.Oh, how easy it would be, her bloodthirsty mind was telling her, and she unconsciously licked her lips, reaching for the doorknob.
A bed creaked loudly as it's occupant rolled, still sleeping soundly. All of a sudden, things rushed back into reality, and her hand was jerked away from the doorknob, and the girl stumbled away, horrified. She quickly ran into her room, locking herself in, and the others out. She needed to get CONTROL of herself!!
Leaning against her door, she slid down it, and held her head in her hands, legs bent. After a little while, she whispered hoarsely, so soft that very few could hear it, ".I.am becoming.a monster." With that, she lowered her head to her knees, and stayed there for the rest of the night.
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The next morning, Beast Boy woke up early, which was an unusual occurrence in and of itself. That he was actually willing to leave the comfort of his nice bed, was nearly a phenomenon. 'Where's the news crew?' the green boy thought sarcastically, shuffling out of his room and to the bathroom, for once not having to fight to get it.
Glaring at his tired reflection, the shape shifter turned on the shower, and disrobed quickly, chilled slightly by the cool air. As he showered, the usual early-morning bad mood left, and he scrubbed his hair. Really, it was more like fur than hair, although no one knew that. It tended to look like a bird's nest, but he really didn't care what it looked like. It was soft, clean, and out of the way, so what was wrong with it? How was it his fault if he didn't want to bother with making it look good? No, it would take simply too much time and care.
After drying off, he examined his body in the mirror, making sure he hadn't picked up any ticks from his frolics on the woods in animal form. Assured that he indeed had none, he dressed-not in his usual uniform, but in a pair of simple baggy jeans and a t-shirt. To tell the truth, now that he was 17 he found his old costume was getting to be old, boring, and juvenile-although when he was younger he'd delighted in the spandex clothes.
Brushing his teeth, he eyed himself in the mirror; he didn't look bad. No bad at all, if he'd bother to brush his hair and remove the ever - present cocky grin from his face. He paused to wonder why he didn't have a girlfriend yet. It wasn't as though he was a bad person. Was he? Oh well, it didn't matter. With that, he shrugged his thoughts off, and left the bathroom, heading to make some tofu breakfast.
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The Boy Wonder, also called Robin, had rolled from bed hours ago. He was currently performing stretches to prepare his lean, powerful body for the difficult training he subjected himself to. Glancing at the digital clock in the training room, he noted that it was only 7:10 am, and likely no one but he and Raven were awake now.
He relaxed in this knowledge, feeling comfortable and content knowing he was alone, and not to be disturbed. The peace-which was a rare, welcome thing-, was not to be disturbed by Starfire's singing and chatter, nor by her rather disastrous attempts at cooking. The silence wouldn't be broken by Cyborg's yells and Beast Boy's shouts, nor by their daily and very - er, vocal - argument over tofu and meat. No, it was all quiet, and he knew that Raven would not make any loud noises - if, really, any at all.
Raven, she was kind of weird at times. She was the only one he could find virtually no information on, and she herself was revealing nothing. The teen knew, that even with his moderately strong telepathy, which had developed a few years ago, unknown by the others, would not help him. She was not extremely strong physically, not that he'd seen at least. But, her telekinesis and telepathy were far stronger than his. He could, however, lift a car, he knew. He couldn't do things quite as skillfully as he'd seen Raven do, but he was working on it. But he knew that there was only so much he could do.
Meanwhile, he had seated himself on the bench pressing seat, and began lifting the ridiculously heavy weights without much visible strain. Lately, she had been becoming more and more reclusive and quiet, occasionally snapping at the others. He'd noticed the dark rings beneath her eyes, and the exhaustion that seemed to be creeping up on her. He really was concerned, but she would have no help, he knew.
He would just have to wait, and hope for the best. If not, he thought maybe she needed some psychiatric help, although she'd kill him if he said so. He respected her wish for privacy, and didn't want to intrude, but the girl - no, woman, he reminded himself, she was not a girl - was far too secretive. He wanted to be her friend and help, but how could he - or the others, he reminded himself - help if they had no idea what the problem was?
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By the way, thank you so very, very much, to everyone who reviewed. I read them today, and I felt excited to see that people had read my fanfiction. I really appreciate your feedback, it really makes me feel great, so I'm going to start on the next chapter right now. Especially you, H.M. Slayne, your review was excellent, and very helpful. Do you know how to do the formatting to make the italics and bold and larger fonts show up? If so, I'd appreciate you telling me. Thanks, everybody!
That's it for now, hope you liked it. Drop me a line; tell me if I should add more of somebody. I want this to circulate around Raven, but I want to include everybody. I don't like excluding a main character to focus on only one or two. Also, please tell me if I'm on-character. I know I'm going to have them partially off-character, but I want to know if I can do anything better. Thanks, by the way! I'll try to get a new chapter written soon. I won't post this one 'till I have the other partially made, at least, because I write in short 'sessions' when I get a creative 'feeling' or whatever. Thanks!!! Ja!
A/N: ok, the last one wasn't much, I know. Sorry about that! This one'll be better and hopefully longer. Here's the next chapter for you all, I hope everyone enjoys reading it as much as I did writing it. I'm trying to make it longer, and to update often. If I don't, bother me constantly until I do. I WANT you to. Thanks!
Disclaimer: You know how it goes. Nope, don't own Teen Titans, and I don't claim it.
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Raven quietly made her way down the hall, passing by the closed doors and dark rooms of the other members of the Teen Titans. She can sense that all of them are asleep, although not necessarily in bed. Beast Boy was sprawled out halfway on and halfway off his bed, holding some handheld game or another. Similarly, Robin was asleep at his desk. Starfire.seemed to have her feet on the pillow.
Shaking her head in amusement, she started down the stairs, intending to go into the kitchen. The stairwell was pitch black, but she didn't bother to turn on a light, as her eyes easily penetrated the darkness, allowing her to see almost as well as in light. Reaching the bottom, she could see that the boys had left the living room a disaster area. Bypassing this common occurrence, she entered the kitchen, going directly to the fridge.
The light in the fridge illuminated the blue fuzzy foods, and her nose wrinkled in disgust. However, she reached back, behind all the 'food', to where she grabbed a large bottle. Pulling it out, and shutting the fridge, she put it in the microwave, and turned it on.
While waiting, Raven leaned against the counter, resting her elbow on it. She sighed slightly. For the past week or so, Raven had been feeling tired, drained. She felt worn out, the need to sleep and eat overwhelming. Unfortunately, the others had noticed. They'd seen that she was more moody than usual, and that she was tired. They didn't understand, though, they couldn't.
Suddenly, a beeping sound pierced the silence, and she jumped slightly, before seeing that the microwave was done. She took the bottle out, and opened it slightly, sniffing it. Yes, she decided, it would be okay to eat. She'd need to get more soon, though. This was all she had left, and considering how long it'd been sitting, it wouldn't be long before she'd need more. A day or two, she estimated.
With another despondent sigh, she lifted the container to her lips, and drank the thick liquid. It was okay tasting, she decided, lowering it and licking some from her lips. It'd be better if it was fresher. But, even then, it still tasted too salty. 'Alright, not fish, then.' She'd try a rabbit next.
Realizing, with a sudden surprise, what she was thinking, she nearly spit out her snack. Growling slightly at herself, she finished it off, and began washing the container with hot water and soap. Drying it off, she put it away, and started to go upstairs, already starting to feel better.
For a moment, she considered going to get more, but mentally hit herself; how could she even think it?! She didn't need any more! So she wouldn't get any more until she needed it. This was enough to revitalize her for the moment; she would NOT get more for at least a day, no matter how much she craved it.
As she passed by the others' rooms, her now heightened senses let her know just how alive her friends are.She could HEAR their heartbeats, smell the blood gushing through their veins.Oh, how easy it would be, her bloodthirsty mind was telling her, and she unconsciously licked her lips, reaching for the doorknob.
A bed creaked loudly as it's occupant rolled, still sleeping soundly. All of a sudden, things rushed back into reality, and her hand was jerked away from the doorknob, and the girl stumbled away, horrified. She quickly ran into her room, locking herself in, and the others out. She needed to get CONTROL of herself!!
Leaning against her door, she slid down it, and held her head in her hands, legs bent. After a little while, she whispered hoarsely, so soft that very few could hear it, ".I.am becoming.a monster." With that, she lowered her head to her knees, and stayed there for the rest of the night.
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The next morning, Beast Boy woke up early, which was an unusual occurrence in and of itself. That he was actually willing to leave the comfort of his nice bed, was nearly a phenomenon. 'Where's the news crew?' the green boy thought sarcastically, shuffling out of his room and to the bathroom, for once not having to fight to get it.
Glaring at his tired reflection, the shape shifter turned on the shower, and disrobed quickly, chilled slightly by the cool air. As he showered, the usual early-morning bad mood left, and he scrubbed his hair. Really, it was more like fur than hair, although no one knew that. It tended to look like a bird's nest, but he really didn't care what it looked like. It was soft, clean, and out of the way, so what was wrong with it? How was it his fault if he didn't want to bother with making it look good? No, it would take simply too much time and care.
After drying off, he examined his body in the mirror, making sure he hadn't picked up any ticks from his frolics on the woods in animal form. Assured that he indeed had none, he dressed-not in his usual uniform, but in a pair of simple baggy jeans and a t-shirt. To tell the truth, now that he was 17 he found his old costume was getting to be old, boring, and juvenile-although when he was younger he'd delighted in the spandex clothes.
Brushing his teeth, he eyed himself in the mirror; he didn't look bad. No bad at all, if he'd bother to brush his hair and remove the ever - present cocky grin from his face. He paused to wonder why he didn't have a girlfriend yet. It wasn't as though he was a bad person. Was he? Oh well, it didn't matter. With that, he shrugged his thoughts off, and left the bathroom, heading to make some tofu breakfast.
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The Boy Wonder, also called Robin, had rolled from bed hours ago. He was currently performing stretches to prepare his lean, powerful body for the difficult training he subjected himself to. Glancing at the digital clock in the training room, he noted that it was only 7:10 am, and likely no one but he and Raven were awake now.
He relaxed in this knowledge, feeling comfortable and content knowing he was alone, and not to be disturbed. The peace-which was a rare, welcome thing-, was not to be disturbed by Starfire's singing and chatter, nor by her rather disastrous attempts at cooking. The silence wouldn't be broken by Cyborg's yells and Beast Boy's shouts, nor by their daily and very - er, vocal - argument over tofu and meat. No, it was all quiet, and he knew that Raven would not make any loud noises - if, really, any at all.
Raven, she was kind of weird at times. She was the only one he could find virtually no information on, and she herself was revealing nothing. The teen knew, that even with his moderately strong telepathy, which had developed a few years ago, unknown by the others, would not help him. She was not extremely strong physically, not that he'd seen at least. But, her telekinesis and telepathy were far stronger than his. He could, however, lift a car, he knew. He couldn't do things quite as skillfully as he'd seen Raven do, but he was working on it. But he knew that there was only so much he could do.
Meanwhile, he had seated himself on the bench pressing seat, and began lifting the ridiculously heavy weights without much visible strain. Lately, she had been becoming more and more reclusive and quiet, occasionally snapping at the others. He'd noticed the dark rings beneath her eyes, and the exhaustion that seemed to be creeping up on her. He really was concerned, but she would have no help, he knew.
He would just have to wait, and hope for the best. If not, he thought maybe she needed some psychiatric help, although she'd kill him if he said so. He respected her wish for privacy, and didn't want to intrude, but the girl - no, woman, he reminded himself, she was not a girl - was far too secretive. He wanted to be her friend and help, but how could he - or the others, he reminded himself - help if they had no idea what the problem was?
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By the way, thank you so very, very much, to everyone who reviewed. I read them today, and I felt excited to see that people had read my fanfiction. I really appreciate your feedback, it really makes me feel great, so I'm going to start on the next chapter right now. Especially you, H.M. Slayne, your review was excellent, and very helpful. Do you know how to do the formatting to make the italics and bold and larger fonts show up? If so, I'd appreciate you telling me. Thanks, everybody!
That's it for now, hope you liked it. Drop me a line; tell me if I should add more of somebody. I want this to circulate around Raven, but I want to include everybody. I don't like excluding a main character to focus on only one or two. Also, please tell me if I'm on-character. I know I'm going to have them partially off-character, but I want to know if I can do anything better. Thanks, by the way! I'll try to get a new chapter written soon. I won't post this one 'till I have the other partially made, at least, because I write in short 'sessions' when I get a creative 'feeling' or whatever. Thanks!!! Ja!