He smirked, hands hanging loosely at his side as he watched the fruit of his labor. He shook his head in amusement. He was surprised it had been that easy. He would have thought that the cyborg would have checked to make sure nothing was amiss before he took his team from the tower. He should have noticed the brake line cut and the seatbelts slit horizontally. But this had worked out perfectly, he supposed, and made things a hell of a lot easier.

He walked closer, glass crunching under his thick boots. He glanced at the car, eyes searching the faces of the unconscious teens. He found his prey instantly, a smile spreading over his face as he held out of hand, palm facing the midnight sky. A white light engulfed the girls, lifting them from the destroyed car and pulled them through the broken glass. Blood dripped down from their wounds, bathing black asphalt in a dark crimson. He laid them on the gravel, eyes caressing over their faces. Kneeling down, he turned the redhead over so she was lying on her back. He smoothed her hair away from her bloody forehead, his heart pounding. He hated to do this to her, but it was the only way.

He stood up, hands raised heavenward, his head thrown back, and chanted, "I call upon the darkness which gave me life and bleeds through my skin." He felt the power enter him, and he shook violently. He glanced at the other girl, noticing she was glowing as well. He grinned. He hadn't expected her power to be electricity. Two for the price of one. Perfect.

He was forced backwards as a green and black light entered his body, screaming at the power he felt. His eyes glowed a violent red, his long silver hair blowing behind him at the force of the power.

Heat coursed through his veins, almost burning. He gasped for breath, and then chanted the rest of the spell. "I call upon the blood in which I live, call to the darkness that lurks within. Give me the strength of the pure to bend to my will, to flow through this body of hate. Give me the power of the enemy so I might win. I call upon my immortal lord of darkness to steal that which the ancient ones held dear!" His voice was hysterical now, screaming his curse to the howling wind.

Fire shot up around his body, engulfing him as stolen power surged through him. He raised his hands to the heavens, lightning shooting from his fingertips. He gave one last animal cry, fully rejuvenated and ready to please his master. His gaze fell upon the two girls, baring his newly formed fangs that his master bestowed upon him. His hands, tipped with black daggered claws, reached down to finish his task. He snapped his hands back when a long, painful moan spit the air.

He glanced down at them lovingly, despite his previous task of killing them, and whispered, "Until we meet again." He gripped the ends of his billowing cape, spreading it out, and then twisted it around him, disappearing into the sorrowful night.

Cyborg moaned softly, body throbbing with pain. He opened his human eye and found himself one with the wheel. His hands, once again that of a cyborg, hung uselessly at his side, twitching randomly at the shocked pain. With another groan, Cyborg lifted his hands to the steering wheel and forcefully pushed his body up. Every human part of him wept with pain. Ignoring it, Cyborg glanced over, lifting an aching arm to wake Robin up. Pain shot up to his elbow, making him cry out. His human arm was broken, parts of his metal bended into the skin. Grounding his teeth in pain, he shook Robin heavily.

Robin's eyes fluttered open, his glasses gone and blue eyes cloudy with pain. He groaned softly at the sharp needles of pain engulfing his body. He turned his head slowly, forehead pressed against the bloody dashboard, and forced his body against the seat. He shifted his body, forcing every inch of his body to move to try and gauge the injuries. Nothing felt broken, thankfully, but the pain was still livid inside him. He hoped it was nothing more than abused muscle.

He pulled off his seatbelt, flinching when his arm screamed in agony and turned to his teammates. He froze, eyes wide. Starfire and Raven weren't there. Only blood covered the empty seats where his female companions had once sat. His gaze shot to Beast Boy, panic thrumming with the pain, and found the shape shifter gently rubbing his forehead. He pulled it back, only to find it covered in a thick patch of blood.

Beast Boy turned his head, eyes wide when he found Raven gone. The scent of blood choked him, threatening to make him gag on the pungent fumes. His head snapped to Robin, eye flashing with fear. "Where are they?"

Robin shook his head slowly. Cyborg stumbled out, ignoring the mutilated body of his car, and studied his surroundings, the flashlight on his shoulder spearing through the darkness.

His heart slid down into his stomach when the light landed on the two forms of his teammates. He voice was laced with shock as he managed to call out, "Robin. Beast Boy. I found them." Cyborg forced his legs to move forward, the fear a thick knot in his stomach as he crouched down beside them. But something made him jerk away from the still body of Raven, human eye wide. Quickly, he scanned their bodies with his mechanical one.

His heart stopped.

"Something's not right." Robin tried to open the door, only to find it stuck. The panic had turned to angst and clouded his mind with the fog of fear. He used his shoulder, ignoring fire that bloomed down his arm like an erupting volcano.

After a final hit with his bloody shoulder, the door dented open, Beast Boy and Robin pilling out in a rush. They stumbled to a choking halt as their eyes landed on the scene before them. Cyborg was leaning over Starfire, his metal hand covering his mouth. His eyes were wide with shocked terror. Robin couldn't get his mind to function, the fear bleeding into every nerve in his system. Thankfully, his feet seemed to move on their own accord and with slow caution, he stood beside Cyborg. He found himself crouching down, eyes wide. He glanced at Raven, a lump rising in his throat.

Beast Boy smoothed a hair away from Raven's pale face, shock and horror making his heart pound in his throat.

Cyborg let his hand drop from his mouth, and when he spoke, there was a chilling fear in the low tone. "They're…they're…human."