AN: Hi everybody. Sorry about not updating for a long time, but I'm in school during the week…very busy, you know. Anyways, enough excuses. I need help; I need YOU guys, the readers, to vote. Who should the MYSTERIOUS DUDE be? I have really no idea.

Slade?  Her Father?  Some other villain? If so, which one?  Or, a new character. Tell me about the new chary, maybe. Or not, just tell me which one you like. On with the fifth chapter!!

Chapter 5 By the way, this one will be mostly in Robin's pov.

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Robin watched the girl move about the tower that night. He pressed himself against the wall in a dark corner, hardly daring to breath. Had she seen him? He certainly hoped she hadn't. Lord forbid Raven ever found out that he'd spied on her - she'd be furious! Raven was scary enough when she got mad, she didn't need the added scariness of being a vampire.

Sure, it was an old joke among the other Titans that she was a vampire - but this was ridiculous! At the time, the jokes had been funny-but now, they were most certainly not funny. After having seen it happen, however, it was not a funny thought. However, it had been fascinating, even if it was scary.

He felt that he should be furious, disgusted - even scared of her. But he couldn't make himself feel disgusted and angry. He felt hurt that she hadn't told him or at least one of the others, even though she'd known them for years. They were her friends! Why wouldn't she tell them?

He couldn't understand why she hadn't told him. It wasn't as though he would kick her out. Neither would Cyborg and Starfire and Beast Boy. They might not like it at first, but they would accept it. But, she didn't seem to understand that. . .

Robin's eyes widened slightly. Maybe she didn't know that! That's probably it, he decided. She just didn't know what their reactions would be. It might've happened to her before, he reasoned. If so, then she has a good reason not to want to tell them.

'Or. . .' The part of him that was less naïve, more corrupt, whispered sinisterly, 'She isn't loyal to you. . .She never opens up, never talks. . .You don't know anything about her. . .How do you know she isn't working for Slade? She acts strange, you know.'

For a moment, Robin considered it, but quickly disregarded the idea. No, Raven would no do that. She may be dark, but she was not evil. Realizing all of a sudden that the sun was rising in the window across from him, Robin quickly went to his room, suddenly feeling very tired.

When he got there, the teen didn't even bother to remove his clothing before falling into bed. Within seconds, he was asleep. However, it wasn't a deep, dreamless sleep, but a restless, nightmare-plagued sleep.

In his dream, Raven would turn on them, killing each one by one, and drinking their blood, delighting in it before his eyes. Then, covered in her comrade's blood, she would turn to him, grinning insanely and approaching, saying horrible things. But each time, she reached him, and everything went black and he was overwhelmed by pain.

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Robin slowly woke up, his mind clouded with sleep. He felt tired, drained, as though he hadn't slept well. Yawning widely, Robin started to bring his hand to his face, but it was tugged back, keeping it above his head.

Now confused, the boy looked around, seeing that he was in his room, and it appeared to be night time. The lights were off, and there was no light coming in from his window. Glancing up, he almost looked back down again, but did a double-take. His wrist had a band of steel around it, connecting him to the post of his bed. To be more precise, it was a pair of handcuffs, one on each wrist.

Growing nervous, he strained against them, cursing the day he got beds with metal frames. Annoyed, he tried to move his legs, but once again there was the confining band of steel. Unhappily, he struggled for a while, trying to find something – anything - that would help him escape.

He started to call out, but was prevented from doing so by a cool hand that suddenly was there, covering his mouth. A soft, slightly hoarse – but not unpleasant – voice said into his ear, "Shh, don't struggle. You won't be heard, anyways." Looking up curiously, he could make out a dark form above him.

The figure was wearing black clothes, or if they weren't black, they were very dark. The person was hooded, and had an aura of power about them. Beneath the hood, nothing was visible, though Robin felt he should recognize the person.

The voice came again, startling him from his thoughts. "I trust you will not yell?" When he slowly nodded, the hand was removed, and Robin found he almost missed its presence.

"Who are you?" Robin chanced a question, watching with wary interest as the figure moved around to the side of his bed. There was no answer as the cloaked person sat on the edge of the bed.

"It doesn't matter." Nothing else was said for a while, and Robin was staring to doze off slightly, feeling somehow comfortable in the person's presence. However, he was startled awake by a hand touching his face.

His eyes snapped open, and he focused on the shadowed area that was the face as their hand stroked his face with startling gentleness. When the hand ran through his hair, moving through it and caressing his ears and neck, his eyes slid closed. It was amazing how nice it felt to have someone running their hands through his hair like that. It was really very relaxing.

However, his relaxed state was again interrupted by a weight on his stomach, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the person straddling his waist, knees on either side. The masked boy's eyes widened and he started to say something, but was interrupted by a pair of soft lips descending upon his own.

Shocked, he gasped slightly, and this was taken advantage of. A slick tongue flitted into his mouth, rubbing against his own briefly, before retreating back into the owner's mouth. A moment later, the lips pulled away, and, realizing that his eyes had slid shut, he reopened them.

Although he couldn't see anything, he had the feeling that the as-of-yet unnamed person was smirking smugly. Flushing in embarrassment, he opened his mouth to say some hot-headed, loud response. This was stopped by the lips again touching him - this time on his jaw line and throat, and all he could utter was a soft gasp, and a vaguely catlike purr.

He felt his shirt being removed, but was currently focusing on those lips and tongue on his throat and ear, not really caring about his shirt. However, he was very much aware of those lips parting from his skin, leaving it slightly bruised and tingling pleasantly. A protesting noise escaped him, and a slight frown marred his features.

"No fair. . ." he whined slightly, but this was soon made up to him by those lips covering his own again, and this time he eagerly participated in the kiss. . .

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                        AN: **Looks back at what I've written** Eep!! I can't believe I wrote that! It's almost a LEMON! Oooo I'm scared! **Hides from mirror** Anyways, I'm sorry for this being so short. I have no excuse for it, again, but I need to work on a Science Project and a History Project. Grr…So, I guess that's it!!! Thanks for the wonderful reviews, people, I really, really appreciate it. I'm glad to know people read and like it!