OOC: Well, hello readers. I am sorry, I have not been faithful! beats self But I swear, I have started a new story and am updating my others, so you shall have a faithful author for as long as possible. gags Ach! I am soooo busy lately...anyways, now that I've bored you with my life, heres what you really want to read- more of our dear story...

Tada!

"Raven...are you alright?" Raven bit her lip as her eyes narrowed, listening to the sound of Robin banging on her door. She wouldn't freak out- she wouldn't get anyone hurt...

"What do you want?"

"Are you okay?"

"Fine. Leave me alone."

Robin was silent for a long time, before he slipped a piece of paper under Raven's door and left. After a moment, Raven stood up and walked to the door and picked up the scrap parchment.

Raven,

Listen, we're all really sorry. cyborg feels horirble for drugging you, Beast Boy has been moping and Starfire is depressed that you are angry with us. I'm sorry- we all are. We didn't mean to hurt you. Draco seems upset as well- he won't talk to us. Please, Raven, forgive us. We did what we thought was best...

Robin

Raven bit her lip once more and pulled her hood over her face. She had to talk to Malchior, even if it meant going out there, where everyone was so upset.

No. She couldn't face them. They knew nothing, and seeing them would only make her angry.

She would wait. He'll come around to her eventually.

"Did she get the note?"

"I think so. I slid it under her door."

"What did she say?"

"She told me to go away."

"Oh..."

Robin sighed, staring up at Malchior, eyes defeated behind the mask. "I don't know what to do Draco."

Malchior shrugged and turned away. "She'll come around eventually."

Starfire swept into the room, unusually quiet. "Has our friend been healed?" she managed to ask, her voice a softer level than her perky self.

"Not yet..."

"...Will she ever?"

Robin sighed. Malchior looked up at her and nodded. "Of course. It'll just take some time. No one wants to be drugged."

"Yes, but it was for her safety!"

"She knows, but it doesn't make it much better."

"Oh."

"I think I'm gonna hit the sack.. BB and Cyborg are already asleep, right?"

"Yeah."

"G'Night."

Robin walked away from Malchior and Starfire. The alien girl gave him a side glance, eyes wary. Malchior smiled. "Don't worry. I won't." He received a wary smile in return, but she still remained a safe distance away.

"Draco-"

"Call me Dray, Star. Its easier to remember and answer to."

Starfire shifted her weight uncomfortably. "Um... Dray? Do you truly think Raven is alright? It seems as if you know her more than you know the rest of us..."

"I don't know. I hope so. but I don't know. I honestly know her no better than you." Starfire sighed and turned away.

"Hey Star?"

"Yes?"

"Do you want to go to the mall with me tomorrow? Maybe we can get Raven a gift..."

"Draco -er- Dray...is this what you call a... umm..."

"A date?"

"Yes, thats it. Is this a date?"

"I swear its not. I want to get something for Raven to make her feel better, and you know her better than me."

Starfire tilted her head to the side than nodded, a smile crossing her lips. "Yes! I'd love to venture to the Mall of Shopping!" Then she smiled and flew away towards her bedroom no doubt.

Malchior sat himself on the couch, staring out the window at the night sky. He could almost feel his wings, cramped and longing for him to fly.

Why had he given himself that nickname?

Malchior let out a groan and rubbed his head. Was he becoming attached to the Titans? He sighed and stood up briskly, making his way downstairs and through the Entrance hall towards the door.

He needed to fly- to feel the wind under his wings once more. To shed this human body and to take on his true form.

Once outside, her slid to the side of the Tower from where no one would be able to see him. Reaching down into a stream of water that trickled in from the fraying ocean water that surrounded them, he drenched a bit upon his face then stood up once more.

What could he do to get rid of this horrible...feeling. The horrible lust and love. Maybe, kill?

No. It would ruin everything.

"Only if there was someone left to see me." Malchior grinned and stretched his shoulders before focusing his flames inward and concentrating. He flet his skin shed- the true scales of his body forming around him, destroying all trace of the tan golden glow of smooth soft flesh and replacing it with a leathery layer of black and purple scales. Stretching, magnificent black wings curle doutwards, reaching out to touch the clouds as he moaned in pleasure.

With a deep breath he closed his eyes for a moment and opened them again- the eyes now a blood red color. Launching himself in the air, he heaved a burst of flames into the sky in happiness to be free of that human cage others called a body.

It was quiet almost everywhere. People walked the streets, mothers carrying groceries from late-night shopping- Fathers rushing home from work, strangers simply enjoying the night.

Night it was. The stars shone brightly, the moon was partly hidden by the cloudy layer. But it was still night.

He flew silently, his wings beating the air noiselessly. Over roofs he flew, eyes glowing like cat-eyes against the dark night, invisible to all.

There.

One adult man, standing by a lonesome bus stop right in front of an alley. How pathetic. Did he know nothing of dangers? That by turning his back upon that alley, he was securing his death? These humans were worse than Malchior had thought.

Slipping quietly through the sky, he slid into human form once more, unahppy but realizing that his dragon- size would never fit in the alley. With a sigh or exasperation, he glided behind the man and swiftly took a hand over his mouth and held a blade to his throat- a blade he kept hidden in his sleeve for occasions just like this. The flame began to heat up until it was very uncomfortable against the man's neck, causing him to sweat as his eyes rolled in fear. He couldn't speak. The hand over his mouth seemed to make him unable to make any sound at all. He couldn't move.

Malchior pulled him into the alley and ripped a piece of his Tshirt off with his fangs, tightly binding it over the man's mouth so he still was unable to utter a articulate sound that would bring enough attention. Releasing him, Mlachior thrust him against a wall and aimed his blade towards the man.

How refreshing.

The man's eyes were wild with fear as he quickly tried to untie the bind around his neck. Looking around frantically, he began to run out of the alley. Silently, Malchior watched him run and then grinned, instantly appearing before the man with a dragon head upon hsi shoulders, looming and grinning at the fearful man.

Eyes widened and he began to faint, only held up by an outstretched arm. A blade, a flame and a flick, and with a silent scream begging mercy, the man fell to the gorund as naught but a smoldering pile of burned flesh.

The smell made Malchior grin and lick the blade, the taste of ash upon it delighting the senses.

But inside him, there was a part that was repulsed and disgusted, a part that closed its eyes and shuddered as Malchior looked upon the dead body. And as Malchior lit the alley's contents- trash cans, old piles of wood, littered relics of old lives, a part of him screamed.

It was a part of him that could never go away.

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