Okay, so this is a new one. Dedicated to BlackShield, who gave me the inspiration.

Chapter One: Through the Eyes of Madness

A dark, foreboding figure strides down a dark street, at ungodly hours, when all dark, demonic creatures roam this Material Plane. He proceeds into an alleyway, and produces a hypnotic call, to the closest person to him. The unfortunate cannot resist, and is put into a trance immediately. The unfortunate walks into the alleyway... And is about to meet their fate...

[From the strange figure's P.O.V]

I pulled out my second weapon of choice: An 8-in thin knife. As the unfortunate entered my sight, I smiled maliciously. Soon, very soon, the world would come to cower at the very mention of my name. Starting with this... victim.

The knife sliced easily enough into the victim's flesh. I smiled a little wider as I saw the red liquid come oozing out of the wound. I had started at the neck, and I then decided how I was going to take care of this victim. I took the knife down their chest, stopping at the waist. I wanted to make sure the cuts wouldn't look like I had hacked the victim.

I cut a hole where the heart was, and removed it. I dropped it on the ground, as I cut a hole, where the stomach was...

[Next day. 10:15 A.M. The body has been found]

The police stood over the body. The victim had been identified as John C. Fletchet. His heart, stomach, and liver had been removed, and were missing. His gallbladder, and bladder were removed, but were stuffed in his mouth. His eyes were in his ears. Since the eyes were removed, the police got a hazy idea of the expression on his face. It was a blank one. This, they could not understand, but the Titans had been called to further the investigation.

[Raven's P.O.V.]

I looked at the scene. I didn't have much training in the field of forensics, but no average person could have done this. I know exactly what the look on their face means. It means they were put into a trance, and then the killer proceeded to his grisly killing. I also sensed a dark, demonic, and, strangely, vampiric presence around the scene. Could it be...? No, it couldn't be, I would've sensed his energy...

"Raven. What do you think happened?" Robin asked, looking at me. I wanted to know what he thought as well.

"The victim was put into a trance. That's all I can discern. There's also a dark, demonic, and vampiric presence about this killing."

"You don't think it's...?"

"No, with his energy, I would've sensed it." Robin frowned. "So, what happened, scientifically?"

"We can't tell anything. The only footprints lead in, none lead out. Something is weird here. We're obviously dealing with another with powers."

"Obviously." Robin turned to Cyborg.

"Cyborg, find anything?" Robin asked.

"Nothing we don't already know. This is really freaking me out."

"It's making me sick." Beast Boy interrupted, still refusing to take any more looks at the scene. An officer walked up.

"Robin, we found this at the scene." He said, handing him an 8-in knife, with the victim's blood all over it. Robin handed it to Raven.

"Raven, who's is this?" Robin asked. It looked strangely familiar, yet I couldn't put my finger on the owner. Okay, let's put facts together. A knife that is somewhat jagged, a demonic and vampiric presence, the trance... No, it can't be. Then it dawned on me who's it was

"It's... Vampyre's" I said, horrified, and dropping the knife. I couldn't believe that one of my best friends would do this. I won't believe it. I will find out who framed him. "He wouldn't do this. I know him, he wouldn't. Tomorrow, we'll go see him. We'll find out who framed him!" I spoke with somewhat of a vengeance in my voice, but I couldn't help it. He always listened to me, and never seemed to doubt me. He was one of my best friends...

[Vampyre's P.O.V.]

I sat on the roof, watching the scene unfold. They were finally realizing it was my knife when I heard Raven say she'd find out who framed me. Damnit. I dropped that knife purposely, so they'd think it was me, so that they would realize who would be doing this. No matter, they'll see. In due time, they'll see who's more cunning.