A/N: The end is near! No, don't run around panicking. What I mean is, I'm gonna rap this up in a few more chappies like I said. Plus, the fluff will continue! Two of the major couples will be official by the end of the story. Anyway, let the end commence!

Disclaimer: My minions and I were going to take over the Teen Titans, but we got bored with it. So I don't own the Teen Titans. I will own a ray gun when GoodLadyGrace takes over the world! MWAHAHAHA!

Reunions: Chapter Seventeen- The Middle of the End (Things Get Weirder)

"Dudes!" I yelled, panting. I paused to catch my breath, dangerously close to running into the sofa. Robin stared at me, looking confused. I then realized that I had a piece of macaroni stuck to my forehead, and that I was holding a bottle of iodine in one hand and a green marker in the other.

"Beast Boy? What's going on?" Robin asked. "And why are you carrying around a bottle of iodine?"

"It's Raven," I said, panicked. "There was a crash, so I came to check on her, and there was this big, black, demon! No lie," I paused for breath. "He claimed to be her uncle. Said something about a family reunion that she needed to be present for."

Terra finally turned around. "Nice try, Beast Boy. This is just like the time you told us that there was a ghost in Star's laundry bag."

"Seriously!" I protested. "Have you no compassion? Raven, one of our best friends, is in danger. She could be killed. It's obvious I'm the only one who really loves her." The sound of my fading voice trailed off into an awkward silence. "Fine," I muttered half to myself. I exited out the main doors, hearing them shout after me, but nothing mattered anymore.

Walking along outside, I noticed a small tear. It looked like someone had ripped a hole in space itself. I cautiously stuck my thumb inside and was happy to find that it lead into another world. This had to be where he had taken Rae. I was sure of it. I stepped through carefully. Emerging, I noticed that I was standing in a long entrance hall.

The walls were a pale gray stone. Torches lined the dark hallway, providing light but no comfort. The place had a stagnant feel, as if nothing was living here. I looked down at my feet as they tread lightly across the black marble floor. Their sounds echoed so greatly in the vast hall that I decided to take the form of a wolf to keep them from being heard. My acute wolf hearing heard a voice that was awfully familiar.

"So, you defy even your own family," it stated. I realized that I recognized it from inside Raven's mirror. "Pity, you are so strong. Yet you are a stubborn fool, like your mother."

A higher, indignant female voice spoke up. "Don't talk to me about my mother. She was a great person, unlike you. She sacrificed her life to save me. You don't even care. You hate me, even though in essence you are a part of me."

"Enough!" barked the first voice, Trigon, I presumed. "You are a waist of my time. Raven, a pathetic mortal name for a pathetic mortal girl. It's a wonder you have any powers at all." At this moment, I entered the room silently, then saw what had been going on. Raven was bound to a chair, while the black demon guarded her. The red demon, her father, was pacing back and forth. Behind him was a teenage boy who had white hair and blue eyes.

"Perhaps we should finish her now?" suggested the black demon.

"Oh, no," said Trigon with an evil smile. "I have something special for her. Neophis?"

"Yes?" piped up the white-haired boy.

"You finish her."

"Gladly," Neophis replied. He rose to his feet, then untied Raven. He formed a ball of fire in his hands. "Hello, Raven. Long time no see. I'm Neophis, your half-brother. But that's not the only thing that I'm half."

"You're nothing like me," Raven returned, levitating the chair over his head. "All you care about is destroying and harming the innocent. What ever happened to the good in you? How can you stand there and watch all of this happen, let alone participate?"

Neophis advanced, but Raven stood her ground. "I'm evil?" he said, letting out a hollow, inhuman laugh. "What would you call those scumbags you Azarathians call politicians, your head council and all that bologna? They forced me into cold, cramped orphanages with other freaks like me. They don't trust us. We don't matter. The glass can be half full or half empty, but it's still half." With each word his fists came dangerously closer to Raven's vulnerable forehead. It was all I could bear to stand and watch as they continued in an awkward dance of sorts, dodging each other's blows effortlessly.

"Neophis, enough!" Raven's father barked at last. For once I was thankful to hear the great jerk speak. Neophis had cornered her and was holding a porcelain vase over her head. "No, I don't care about the girl," he said in response to Neophis's confused glare, "but that's a family heirloom. Put it down, there's a good boy. Plus, I need her to fulfill the prophecy."

"Prophecy?" Neophis opened his eyes wide in wonder. "You don't mean the Prophecy of the Demonslayer? You know what kind of trouble that could cause." The dude had a point, seeing as they were a family of demons. Unless killing family is some form of honor.

"Yes, I do. Don't get all weird on me, boy. The prophecy clearly states that the Slayer must be present in order for the Slain to fall. I'll be fine. Just take Raven to her cell…I mean, quarters." With that, Trigon disappeared and Neophis grabbed Raven by the arm. I followed him as a wolf, waiting to strike. He was descending the second flight of stairs now, and there were no guards in sight. I crept up behind him, then sunk my teeth into his calf. Neophis writhed in pain.

I returned to my normal state. "That's what you get for messing with my girl." Of course, I just had to get my heroic heartthrob dialogue in there. And of course, Raven had to be standing there. I waited nervously for her to react, but she just stood there. At last she approached me, and with a look of complete shock, slapped me across the face. "Wait a minute. KrazywithaK, put that backspace to good use and rewrite that scene so she kisses me!" "Not on your life, Garfield. That doesn't happen until chapter…never mind that."

"You scared me half to death!" she yelled, causing a ringing in my ears. "What were you thinking? Obviously not how that kid could rip through your flesh, or swallow you whole, or crush your bones into a fine-"

"Okay!" I yelled, throwing up my hands. "Too much information. Besides, if you want to get out of here, I'll need to help you. So, do you know this prophecy of the demon's lair?"

"That's demon slayer." Her hard gaze was forced, and I could tell she was suppressing a laugh. "Azar, the woman who raised me, used to read it to me. I didn't know why at the time, but I'm a part of it now. So, the things that happened had to happen. It was in the prophecy."

"Well then, let's hear it."

She took a deep breath and began.

"When the black sunlight burns brightest

In the harvesting hour,

A child is born

To a woman of power

Her trek leads to danger

In a land afar

Forever ingrained

With a demon claw scar

The upper hand

Must this child gain

Born now the daughter

Of Slayer and Slain

The signs were ignored

But now a time draws nigh

When all those whose destiny

Slates them to die

Will perish and fall

Dry up and wither

Unless Bringer and Brought

Can hold strong together

If the rightful Slayer

Manages to succeed

For the lives of immortals

Her own blood she'll bleed

The girl will face challenges

Unlike any other

Until in the grave

Reunited with mother."

I could tell by the grave look on her face that the words weighed on her mind. "Look, why don't you go find your father? Pretend to go along with the ceremony and all that junk. I'll be with you every step of the way. Maybe together we can sabotage the plans. It could work."

She nodded. "All right. It's not a brilliant plan, but it's good for you. And that's a compliment," she added. "Oh, and sorry I slapped you. It was all I could do to keep me from…"

"From what?"

"From doing this." She threw her arms around my neck and hugged me. I was confused, mainly for a different reason.

"Raven, if you were going to hug me all along you didn't need to slap me."

"I know," she said, winking. "But it was fun."

"Hey! What do you mean?" But it was too late. She was long gone. I sighed, then curled up into wolf form to sleep. All of this prophecy stuff was making my head hurt.