A/N First off as I always do I thank you fantabulous reviewers!

Slayergirl1362: Thank you so much for the review! And thanks for reading I think all my TT stories so far. I hope I get more reviews but I guess this just has to catch on. But thanks

ScorpioSerpent: Thanks! I'm always glad when I catch a reader's interest.

Da Mann: I know there are a couple of werewolf stories floating around and stuff.(not to mention books and movies etc, believe it or not werewolf stories don't usually appeal to me, but this idea was driving me mad and I had to write it) but I'm glad you like it!

Well everyone, I'm desperate for more people to catch on so if you like this tell your friends! (OK, you don't have to.) Anyway, R&R people! It would make me so very happy!

Please note that any character you recognize is not mine. Jonathan and the Werewolf Hunter are mine though. If you want to use them (though I don't know why) I'd be honoured, but please get my permission first!

Mmmkay, on with the story!

Chapter Three: The Hunter and the Werewolf

The next day Raven as promised returned to the beach where she met Jonathan to meet him. She sat on the very log that gave her the concussion and waited, wishing they'd met somewhere else; she hated the beach, especially now. She fiddled with her gold clasp, deciding to leave the silver one at home and thought about how lucky it was that she wore the silver one last night. She looked around. Yellow tape surrounded the area where she found the old man and his dog, or what was left of them. It only served as a reminder of how foolish she was being.

She was, in many respects protecting a killer, someone she knew was a killer. She felt nauseous with guilt for protecting him, and yet she felt at peace, like she was doing the right thing, even though it went against her better judgement. But on the other hand, he reminded her of herself in a way which flooded her with even more guilt. She had the potential to become a brutal, ruthless killer like him, which she knew was the real reason she wanted to protect his secret. The last thing in the world she wanted to do was kill another human being, but the evil seed was there. She shivered with the realization it could still happen one day. He was innocent. He couldn't help but kill. She had to protect his secret. If someone found out her own dark secret... she shook her head, dreading the thought.

"If I had known you had another cloak exactly like the one you lent me, I might've been inclined to keep it," Raven heard Jonathan's voice say as he crept up behind her.

"I don't exactly have much variety to my wardrobe," Raven said, in her low staid voice, taking back her cloak.

"Raven," Jonathan said, sitting down beside her, "You have no idea how much I want to thank you for what you did for me last night." Raven shrugged but said nothing. She was deep in thought. Jonathan looked at her bandaged wrist and the bruise on her forehead, "Did I do that? I'm so sorry."

"I'm really not much for sentiments," Raven said, "So please, don't mention it."

"I really don't have any control of what I do when... you know. Its almost like I black out, I have little or no memory of what I do when I transform," Jonathan sighed. "Why did you protect me last night?"

The corner of Raven's mouth twitched slightly as she gazed over the horizon, only she hardly noticed the tranquil scenery before her. Finally she replied, "I'm still trying to figure that out myself."

"Do you regret doing it?" Jonathan asked. Raven shook her head slightly. "Well, forgive me for being repetitive but you wouldn't believe how much it means to me. I've been cursed like this for a year. It's cost me everything I held dear. It cost me my family, my friends, my home..."

"Did you...?"

"No, I didn't kill them, if that's what you mean. I was driven out before that could ever happen, thank goodness. Except the werewolf who made me who I am today, it killed my fiancée. I wish it killed me too. You can't imagine what it is like, to have something so wild, so evil inside of you that you can't control once it takes over you," Jonathan's hands trembled and he clutched his knees.

Raven shifted her gaze towards him and she looked into his eyes for a brief moment, "I think I have an idea."

"And the worse thing is, once my closest friends, once my family found out what I was, they rejected me, they cast me out like a devil. My own father shot me with his rifle, and called the police on me, I've been on the run ever since. It didn't matter how much I explained to them that I had no control, that the real me would never..." Jonathan shook his head, "I'm sorry. It's just that you're the first person I've met since I became a werewolf who accepted me, even after learning my secret."

Raven couldn't help but wonder if he was describing what her life would become if word got out about her heritage. Would her only friends, the Titans do that to her if they knew? As much as she valued her solitude, she had come to the point where she couldn't imagine life without her friends. She needed them, though she'd never say it out loud. Raven closed her eyes as a minor wave of dizziness attacked her brain. "Is there anything I can do to help?" Raven asked, not believing what she was saying.

Jonathan looked at her curiously, "Are you serious? Raven, you've done so much for me already. I don't know how you could help me."

"I could... I could try," Raven offered. "Maybe if you told me about being a werewolf. We can start from there."

Jonathan sighed, "All right. But not here." He said as a young couple walked along the beach towards him. "You know, I thought this place would be deserted by now, after what I done."

"Guess not," Raven shrugged, but she just figured they were curious.

Meanwhile Cyborg and Starfire sat on the couch watching the Food Network. Cyborg could feel his stomach growl as they watched someone make gourmet pizza. "I never thought of putting that on pizza. We should try it sometime."

Beast Boy however came from the kitchen wearing a pink apron, "Don't tell me you're hungry Cy, we just finished eating a huge meal."

"Hate to break it to you BB, but your tofu casserole, was not very filling," Cyborg said.

"Well maybe if you tried it and ate it, you'd be fully satisfied like me," Beast Boy replied, "No matter. I'm making a fantastic dessert. Tofu and mango pie, with non dairy ice cream."

"Are you serious?" Cyborg groaned.

"I'm trying out some new recipes from this book: Cooking with Tofu: 101 Different Ways to Prepare Tofu You've Probably Never Heard Of," Beast Boy held up the book, "Says here on the back that no vegan should be without."

"I'm not a vegan, in case you hadn't noticed, I like meat," Cyborg frowned.

"Beast Boy, why are you preparing a meal no one would like to eat when you can watch the television with us?" Starfire asked. "Next they are going to have a fascinating special on the top five barbecue foods."

"OK, one, after last night, I don't think I can even look at meat again, and two, I'm restless, I need to keep myself occupied and what better way to bide my time than to practice my cooking skills?" Beast Boy asked.

"Beast Boy, your cooking sucks, I'm sorry but it does," Cyborg said, "I think it's time you find another hobby. I'm ordering pizza." He picked up the phone and began to dial.

"Well, I know with practice I will get better," Beast Boy decided.

Starfire gasped, "Beast Boy! I know why you are without rest. You are worried about friend Raven, am I correct?"

Beast Boy nodded, "I guess you can say that."

"I worry about Raven also," Starfire sighed, "I do not think it was a wise idea to go out on her own in her present condition. This morning she confided in me and told me that her concussion is bothering her."

"Raven will be fine, you know her," Cyborg shrugged. "What do you want on your pizza?"

Suddenly the alarm went off. Beast Boy's heart skipped a beat, for a moment he was afraid that Raven might be in trouble, but he was wrong. It turned out a jewelry store was being robbed by a supposed madman. Beast Boy shook his head, scolding himself for worrying over nothing, denying the strange feelings he had and followed Robin and the others as they rushed to the scene.

The perpetrator was a middle aged man, who was slightly overweight and looked like he hadn't shaved in weeks and he was heavily armed. He wore a dusty leather coat and a silver necklace and wore a bulletproof vest and thick, heavy gloves and dark sunglasses covered his eyes. He carried a shotgun in his hand and was loaded with ammo. He was also armed with a sword and daggers were strapped to his boots and he carried a handgun in a holster partially hidden by his coat. He carried a heavy looking duffel bag as he came out of the jewelry store.

"Titans, go!" Robin ordered as they got into position. Even though the thief was now surrounded, he showed no sign of fear or surrender. While he gave no sign of attacking or having the intention of attacking, he had a wicked look on his face as he slung his bag over his shoulder with ease.

"Back off!" he said, aiming his shotgun at Robin who pulled out his staff. "I don't want to hurt anyone. Let me through."

"Then I suppose you will go quietly then?" Robin asked.

"It is important that you let me pass," he hissed, "For the sake of mankind, let me through."

"You are under arrest," Cyborg held up his robotic arm, aiming at the madman.

"Please I don't want to hurt you," he snapped.

"We don't want to hurt you," Starfire replied, "so perhaps you put your weapons down?"

"Never!" he exclaimed. "Please believe me when I say that it's crucial you let me go!"

"Why?" Starfire asked.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you missy," he said.

Beast Boy morphed into a wolf, the first animal he could think of, and growled at him in warning.

In a blink of an eye the thief turned on Beast Boy, "You're one of them!" he fired his weapon at Beast Boy who didn't have a chance to react fast enough. He yelped in pain and slammed into the pavement, turning back into his normal form. Beast Boy screamed in agony, clutching his side, which was quickly turning a dark crimson.

"Beast Boy!" Cyborg cried firing the weapon out of the villain's hand and jumped in front of his fallen comrade protectively as Starfire rushed to his side. "You've just made a grave mistake!" Cyborg hissed aiming at the madman.

"You defend this monster?" he gasped as he pulled out his sword, "Perhaps you're the one who made the mistake!"

Robin growled in anger, "That's it!" he leaped into the air with fierce agility. Their enemy swung his sword with equal skill as it made contact with Robin's staff.

As they dueled, Starfire put pressure on Beast Boy's wound, "You will be all right Beast Boy, do not worry." Beast Boy's face was wet in tears as he closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, trying to handle the pain. His green skin was becoming a sickly, greenish-yellow as sweat poured off his forehead. Starfire felt his face, "You are so hot! Beast Boy needs help quickly!"

Cyborg called an ambulance all the while standing firm, ready to help Robin if he needed it. Robin and the thief fought with equal skill, although their enemy had the upper hand and Robin was faltering.

"Why did you attack Beast Boy like that?!" Robin demanded, sword and staff were locked and he glared fiercely at his enemy. "He didn't do anything to you! I thought you didn't want to hurt anyone!"

"That was before I found out your friend was a monster! I am the Hunter, I hunt down creatures of darkness such as he. I show creatures like that no mercy and a friend to a vicious beast such as that, is an enemy of mine," he growled, throwing Robin aside.

"Beast Boy is no monster!" Starfire hissed. "He is gentle and kind and funny and a terrible cook and we love him! He would not harm a soul unless they provide reason. He is not a vicious beast!"

"Then he has you fooled. Back away stupid girl!" he pulled out his handgun and aimed it at Beast Boy who was starting to lose consciousness.

"No," she said defiantly, positioning herself between Beast Boy and the Hunter. Cyborg held his robotic arm up, ready to fire on the Hunter and Starfire's eyes were filled with a green glow.

"Then you leave me no choice," the Hunter hissed about to fire on them, but before he could fire, Robin leapt to his feet, and struck him down from behind with his staff. His gun fired into the air and he fell to the ground unconscious.

Jonathan looked around at the darkly decorated café. Dark, angsty rock music played and the tables were occupied by gloomy Goths. "So this is where you like to hang out?"

Raven shrugged, "They have good tea and everyone leaves me alone."

"Are you sure it's safe to talk about this here?" Jonathan asked.

Raven took a sip of tea, "Everyone here minds their own business. They are to preoccupied with doom and gloom and too busy not caring to notice us or listen in."

"But what if..."

Raven sighed, trying to shake off her headache. She was so tired from being awake all night and her head was killing her and all she wanted to do was meditate and go to bed.

"Raven?" Jonathan asked, seeing the pain in her eyes.

"I'm fine," Raven said, rubbing her temples. "Listen, Jonathan, you see those people over there?" she pointed to a table where there were five elaborately dressed Goths. "Those guys won't leave until the sun goes down, they call themselves the Regents of the Undead, also known as wannabe vampires. Those girls over there," she pointed to four girls who sat at a round table dimly lit with a candle, holding hands, "they're a coven of witches, and incidentally kleptomaniacs who have made up their own form of Wiccan by watching way too much Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Charmed and The Craft. Those people over there," she pointed to a small group of people who were stoned, "they have an unhealthy obsession with monster movies. Those people," she pointed to a larger group of about nine, "they spend their days reading, writing and reciting dark poetry, they're part of a writing circle I sometimes join. Everyone else is... well the point I have to make is, even if someone listens in on our conversation, they'd think nothing of it because we'd fit right in. This is a place where the strange and macabre is normal."

"Point taken," Jonathan said.

"OK, tell me everything you can think of that might help," Raven said, still trying to figure out why she was trying to help him. She didn't even go this much out of her way for her friends unless it was a matter of life and death.

"I guess I can start with correcting the myths about werewolves first. First of all, it doesn't have to be a full moon for a werewolf to transform although every full moon will cause a werewolf to transform. You familiar with the Hulk?" Jonathan asked.

Raven smiled slightly, "Yeah, it's one of my friend Beast Boy's favorite comic book heroes." She took a long sip of tea.

"You know how whenever he got angry he'd turn green and get all violent? That's sort of like being a werewolf. Whenever I lose my temper, when I lose control, something inside me snaps and I blackout, that's when I transform and the closer it is to the full moon, the harder it is to control it."

Raven slowly lowered her mug, staring at him intently.

"When I become a human again I can't transform until the following night and I can only transform at night. The problem is the moon. When it's a new moon, I have to be extremely downright pissed off angry to transform, but when it's almost a full moon, or it's just been a full moon, all it takes is for me to be slightly annoyed and I transform. I hate it Raven, I really do," Jonathan moaned.

"I...I think I can help you," Raven said, hardly able to believe the similarities of their situation.

"How?"

Raven lowered her eyes, contemplating what she was about to do, weighing out the pros and cons. "Jonathan, this isn't like me at all but I think I understand what you're going through, more than you know. I..." she was interrupted however by her communicator. "Excuse me," she frowned, as she answered.

"Raven," Cyborg said, looking pale, "We need you... it's... it's Beast Boy. He's been shot, w-we don't know if....if..."

Raven tensed up, "I'll be right there."

A/N Sorry to leave you there but...muhahaha!!! (Zoe Rose twirls in swivel chair wickedly) (Sorry, insomnia has been driving me crazy, it's making me giddy and random right now.)

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