Disclaimer: 1.) I do not own Teen Titans. 2.) I do not own the show, Raven, or any character associated with the Teen Titans. 3.) I do however; own my own characters Ocajnik, Fate, Celeste, and Vanessa.

Summery: Hopefully all of you have liked the story so far- and will continue to enjoy it further. Please review anytime...PLEASE! So far in the story we already know of Raven's meeting with Ocajnik, and we know of his darkened memories that haunt him. But lets take another perspective in the story- lets take the perspective Of Ocajnik's Mortal enemy...

((Chapter 3))
"My Memoirs To Celeste"

"O HEART, be at peace, because
Nor knave nor dolt can break
What's not for their applause,
Being for a women's sake.
Enough if the work has seemed,
So did she your strength renew,
A dream that a lion had dreamed
Till the wilderness cried aloud,
A secret between you two,
Between the proud and the proud.

What, still you would have their praise!
But here's a haughtier text,
The labyrinth of her days
That her own strangeness perplexed;
And how what her dreaming gave
Earned slander, ingratitude,
From self-same dolt and knave;
Aye, and worse wrong than these.
Yet she, singing upon her road,
Half lion, half child, is at peace.

-W. B. Yeats-
"Against Unworthy Praise"

(Fates POV)

I loved her. With all of my heart, all of my mind, and all of what was left of my Soul. But loving her couldn't stop what her from burning…nothing could stop her cries. And still to this day- I am ashamed that I could not save her.

She had such a delicate face- so pale it was almost white, yet so very alluring. To me it almost seemed as if a soft glow radiated from her body, and rays of the sun were released when she smiled. And those lips- the ones that I so often kissed, were so seductive, so full, and so sensual. When blood trickled down her chin from them, it often made them even more beautiful to see her white fangs retract.

Her hair was that of a deep dark lavender tint- long and luxurious, running down her back. And as I drew my cold hands through it, I often heard her breathe in deeply and sigh as she turned to me.

"Am I nothing but beauty to you my dear- an object to look at and admire? A taste so sweet it fulfills your every desire?"

She asked me this so often it was almost as if it were a rehearsed line. I looked into her wide eyes, lavender violet as well and smiled.

"Oh no my dear- what I have in you is what I've always longed for too. I love your beauty, and though you art fair, I love something that lives inside of you beyond your pretty face and soft hair."

Exactly. Each time I would answer so plainly yet so lovingly- for I meant it each time. I loved Celeste beyond what her everlasting looks portrayed. I lived for her- I died for her.

She made me a creature of the night- not in saving me but in consummating our love. And from that day on- nothing could keep us apart. No bitter wind, no raging storm- we were together forever.

But as a wise man once said- "To love a Rose one must respect its thorns." Celeste in her own ways had such thorns- and I had my jealousy as well. She was a free spirit- unbridled and uncontrollable. Wandering afar, she caught many a men's scent, and drove them madly in love with her. I of course was jealous and resentful to her for this. Had she not said she would be faithful to only me?

A rift began to form between us. We spoke les and less in the nights, and in the morning as we crawled into bed- we no longer slept close or even together. Until one morning, she did not come at all.

I searched for her that night- furious, worried and heartbroken. Was she alive? Was she dead? Had she been captured?

But no- none of my assumptions were correct. I found my Celeste in another mans bed, naked and smiling in her sleep. Anger crept into my heart as I torn the sheets off of the bed, and picked up the man she had so deviously betrayed my trust with.

"Fate- think of what you are doing!" Celeste screamed as she grabbed a sheet from off of the bed and ran towards the man I held in my grasp.

"Why should I? You betrayed my faith in you Celeste- and for what? Him?" I said as I gestured towards the man I held with long hair. He suddenly woke, and tried to struggle against my grasp. But I held him firmly and looked piercingly into my former loves eyes.

"Why did you do this to me?" I cried in anguish as I dropped the man and sat on the bed. "What did I ever do but love you?"

"You do not understand Fate," Celeste said as she moved towards me. "I made him one of us- I tried to keep our kind from dying out."

"So you slept with him?" I burst out angrily.

"I did no such thing!" she screamed lunging at me. With a toss and a slight tussle, I pinned her to the bed.

"Then how do you explain being naked my dear?" I breathed heavily.

" And if I did sleep with him Fate- would you be angry at me if I said I did? What if I said I did it to make you jealous?" she sneered. Suddenly I knew what all of this was about.

"Why would you ever need me jealous?" I questioned getting up from the bed. I kicked the man on the floor and laughed when I heard him grunt.

"For me to know that you loved me more." She answered in her trademark grin. "His name is Ocajnik by the way." But with those last words anger rose with in me.

"Ocajnik? You slept with HIM? Of all people..."

"Oh shut up- you betrayed my trust with that bitch Maria. I deserve my turn!" she said defending her position.

"That was along time ago- surely you're not mad about it still?" I admitted.

"How could I not be- I love you." Those words I could not ignore. We had both hurt each other with this foolishness- I had to forgive her. But if that Ocajnik ever even went near her once more- I promised myself I would kill him personally.

That was so long ago. I in my first century was practically still an infant newborn dark one. Immortality to me had its perks, but without Celeste, it no longer mattered….

I lost her because of him- that bastard Ocajnik got her killed, and from that moment I hunted and searched for him- longing to avenge her death. Her love to me meant everything- without her I was an empty shell of a man. I hid my emotions- I tracked Ocajik near and far, and I kept my promise to him, that I would find him and bring him as much misery as he had brought me. Until one dreary night I tracked him to a place I had only heard of from afar; Jump City. There I hid until the time was right, and watched his movements carefully. Finally, retribution was at hand.

He would pay for what he had done… with his life.

As the day dragged on, the clouds in the sky shifted across its endless horizon, blocking out the sun. The full night, in its entire splendor had yet to come.

Finally, ever so slowly, the sun set in the horizon at dusk. The clouds, colored with a dark blood red, surrounded the setting sun, and looked as if the sky itself was bleeding from a massive slash.

A figure appeared suddenly- dressed in all black, expressionless as he walked out from under the shelter of a faceless building. The sky had long turned black, the sun giving way the infinite night. Street lights quickly flickered on, and the man unhurriedly walked away from their illumination, to avoid being seen. His feet led him to an ally way, where he followed an unmarked path that he already seemed to have memorized.

Turning round and round, the man turned down numerous passageways, and numerous ally ways as quickly as he could. After walking for seemingly continuous minutes, he stopped suddenly at a wooden door, marked with a strange symbol. He knocked four times in a rhythmic pattern, and soon enough the door was opened to reveal a young woman with blonde hair.

"What brings you here stranger?" the woman asked.

"The craving for a good red drink my dear." The man answered in an eerily soft voice. He held up his hand and flashed a red "x" tattoo that presided in the center

"Ah!" The woman said grinning as she opened the door wider. She stepped back as the man walked in and nodded his head at her in appreciation. Inside of the room, a bustle of activity was current. Strobe lights flashed, music blasted, and hundred s of people were rocking rhythmically to the beat, in the middle of the room dancing. The man walked past them all, straight to the bar where he sat down.

"The regular please James," he requested to the bar tender who nodded and laughed at the site of the man. He began to make the man's drink while still laughing.

"Here again Fate?" The bar tender questioned while mixing a strange red concoction.

"Unfortunately for you-yes," Fate answered as he brushed back some of his short black hair from his face. The Bar tender laughed at Fate's answer and immediately walked over and set Fate's drink in front of him. Leaning up against the bar, he smiled once again.

"So I hear Ocajnik's in town," James said looking carefully at Fate.

"Oh really," Fate replied dryly while raising an eyebrow in response.

"Oh please! Don't tell me that's not that reason you came to Jump City man. You came here exactly two weeks before you knew he'd get here- ready and poised to kill him. You've had your eye on that guy for centuries... You've had it in for him ever since..."

"Don't say it." Fate harshly spat out, his words like acid. "Don't even mention HER name. Your repulsively unparalleled voice could never bring her the courtesy she deserves let alone the ability to say her name in respect."

"Fine...Fine..." James said backing off. 'You know you guys really need to settle this thing between you sometime...Its all anyone ever talks about anymore. I go into a club...and all I hear about is you two," he added.

"James," Fate said while taking a drink from his glass. "Shut up."

"Sure." James shrugged while cleaning the Bar counter.

"James," Fate continued looking up from his drink. "This blood is cold... I only like warm blood...You know that," He scolded.

"Oops!" James apologized. "Sorry man I'm really out of it today," he said as he took the glass from Fate and replaced it with another.

"Thank you." Fate voiced as he nodded once again.

"Are you going out later?" James asked.

"Yea..." Fate responds, "I figure I'll need a nice meal to put me over the top later tonight."

"Oh Good!- Because I just heard that there's a party with a bunch of teenagers

down a few blocks from here. It's a sure thing for a quick meal. The kids will be drunk- and their parents will probably be out of town," James reported smiling maliciously. "Want to come with me on my break?"

"Yea...sure," Fate grinned back as he raised his glass and cackled.

"To the next meal eh?"

((Meanwhile...))

With a jolt, Ocajnik suddenly woke. HE was there. After all of the running, after all of the hiding, Fate had found him once again. He swiftly stood, alerted and awake, and scared shitless.

"God damnit..." he muttered as he grabbed his coat and backpack and ran out of the basement of the abandoned building. How could he have not sensed him closing in? Was Fate using a mental force field? Or was Ocajnik just too weak to sense Fate was there the whole time?

Now it was crystal clear to him. Fate had been following him all along. For the past centuries that he had thought he had outrun him, he was wrong. Fate had been there each step of the way; scheming, plotting, and planning for Ocajnik's death.

Such hatred...Such pure loathing...was so rare... that only the most deeply hurt humans may possess it. Fate had mastered its Craft...Mastered it with such great skill, that it seemed to make Ocajnik tremble. To think that such Abhorrence could be caused by... by HER...

Slowly- ever so slowly, Ocajnik fell into another of his painful memories, one of the most fearful ones, that cannot be controlled because of their astounding realism.

((Memory))

They were going to burn her. They were stacking wood and hay in piles around a stake crying out their curses upon her.

"Burn her at the stake!" they cried. "She's a witch- A devil's advocate! Kill the devils servant!" Ocajnik could only watch however in horror as the crazed towns-people dragged the tied and gagged Celeste up onto the plat form. Some threw food at her, others spat at her in disgust, but Celeste only smiled spitefully, unafraid of what she knew might lie ahead of her.

Ocajnik's screams stuck in his throat as he watched helplessly, hidden in the shadows. If the towns-people saw him, they would surely kill him too, for it had been claimed that he too, was of Vampiric nature, a creature of the night, which deserved to die. He was that in fact, ever since the night that Celeste herself had bitten him. Dying of a dreadful disease, it was his only hope in living, and he had wanted so much to live on.

But live on like this? Had he really wanted to live like this- only in the darkness of the night- alone forever?

"Move over you idiot..." Fate said under his breath as he pushed Ocajnik over to one side. Ocajnik moved over without hesitation, for he knew how Fate loved Celeste. She had made him just like she had changed Ocajnik, but his transformation was through her love for him.

Ocajnik heard Celeste's screams as the executioner lit the wood and stick bundles underneath her. Smoke and fire rose quickly, scorching the sky, and burning her delicately pale body. Her cries reached Fate's ears soon enough, as he too looked over at the scene in dismay. "No!" He screamed reaching his hands out towards his love Celeste. His cries were filled with anguish, and agony.

"Fate No- " Ocajnik said as grabbed Fate and stopped him from running to the burning Celeste. "They'll kill you too if they see you!" He warned.

"Let go of me you idiot!" Fate demanded as he struggled to free himself from Ocajnik's grasp. "I'd rather BE DEAD, if she dies as well!" But Ocajnik held onto him fast- and before long it was too late to save the badly burned corpse of Celeste.

Fate looked over at Ocajnik in rage, fires of odium present in his eyes. "You did this..." He accused pointing to the burning Stake. "She's dead now- and it's all your fault!"

"No... Fate I would never..." Ocajnik denied.

"It was you...you made them do this..." Fate continued, inching closer to the frightened Ocajnik. 'You made them kill her!" Fate said lunging at Ocajnik. The two fought viciously, as Fate struggled to grasp Ocajnik's neck to choke him. However, their feud received the attention of the towns-people as well.

"Get them! It's the witches' apprentices! Satan's sons!" They exclaimed as they charged at the two fighting Vampires.

Quickly, Fate jumped up from fighting Ocajnik, and realizing the situation,turned to run away. But before he did, he faced Ocajnik as he rose once, and looked into his eyes with fury.

"I hope you know- that from now on, I shall seek you out for this painful injury you have done me. No matter where you run, no matter where you hide, I will find you. And when I do, you will pay for this. I will take from you everything you treasure; your freedom, your riches, your sanity, and even those you love. Then I shall kill you, the way I should have already done, with a slow and painful death. Never forget that, Ocajnik." Hurriedly, he disappeared into the shadows, as Ocajnik watched him go, leaving him to fend for himself against the towns-people.

((End memory))

Ocajnik snapped back to reality, realizing that he had long since left the abandoned building. The memory of Fate's chilling words haunted him, echoing in his head over and over. Some miles away, he could feel Fate in the distance, moving closer. Ocajnik could sense two other Vampiric Aura's traveling along with Fate, and moving rather rapidly.

'Oh God' He cursed, " Fuck- I've got to get out of this town NOW.'

Swiftly Ocajnik began to change his direction, toward the most outer limits of the city, when suddenly, he felt the presence of the girl only a few blocks away. And before he could stop himself, his internal hunger kicked in, taking control of his mind and his body. It swerved his direction toward where he had previously sensed the girl, and began it's journey toward her.

Again- he had lost control, and again- someone's life was hung in the balance.

((Meanwhile...))

Raven walked slowly down the dark street, illuminated by only a meager amount of light. She sighed aloud, confused and frustrated with herself, and her condition.

It had been almost two weeks since the incident, yet she was still unsure if it even had taken place. Had she really seen that boy suck the blood out of that girl? Had she really been so close to it herself? Her mind was filled with perplexing and disturbing thoughts, all colliding together.

Tonight, Robin and all of the other Teen Titans have already gone to the movies and the mall, leaving Raven; who refused to go, all alone. So it was there, in the streets of Jump City, that Raven tried to dissect her thoughts and her emotions, which lately seemed so out of order.

Had it all been a dream? Did the boy really not exist?

Raven continued to walk on, as more questions filled her mind. But even with the numerous doubts she had, Raven's thoughts always return to the dark, strange, and mysterious boy.

If only Raven could see him one last time...

But this was a wish granted all-too well, for just as Raven proceeded to think of him, the boy appeared before her, even more threatening than he had seemed before...

To Be Continued...

Author's Note:

With yet another chapter rolled out for all of your enjoyment, it all seems so tiresome and annoying when I get barely any reviews. But here's yet another chapter I so tirelessly and vigorously typed out, fixed to past tense and added a giant POV to in the beginning. I hoped you all liked it- because it's my last one. Until I diligently devote myself into finishing Chapter 2 Of "Raven's Despair" I really can't bother with typing out Chapter 4 to this Epic.

I see you guys in a few days when I finally get Chapter 2 of RD done, and try to update "Oh What An Illusion can do." Hopefully- then… I'll have enough reviews to continue on this story.

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See you in the ninth level of Hell,
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