AN/ Here's the next chapter. The first part is pretty much a review of what happened in the prologue. But it all works out in the end this way. That being said the latter part of this chapter is better than the beginning. Also, I just wanna go ahead and say that I'm using the word creature as only a vague description. DO NO TAKE IT LITERALLY. Beast Boy is not a made up creature, so to speak. He is a legitimate, if that can even be said about folklore, mythological being. The only reason I use the word creature is merely to keep you guessing as to what he actually is. That being said please enjoy the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans


Chapter 1

The storm had come up quiet suddenly, actually. Too suddenly for Raven's taste. She had never been particularly fond of storms. Especially ones that decide bless your homes with an unannounced visit in the dead of night.

Truth be told, weather like this terrified her. Some might find irony in that fact, considering she was– after all, a vampire. Well, almost one anyway.

In reality, the young girl could actually be justified for being afraid of, as some would put it- a little rain. Though an explanation may be needed to comprehend her justification for what seems to be a foolish fear of the trivial.

You see Tri– on second thought we may need to further digress from the story to establish my point. We should go back just a little way, not to far mind you. Just fourteen or fifteen years.

It happened on a night, not unlike the one that Raven now found herself in. Well actually it was quite different, not that the weather was any better or worse. It was worse, but that isn't really important. The thing that made all the difference was this simple fact. The very thing that dear sweet Raven was afraid of, was presently nowhere near her, but at the night in question that hideous beast was present.

To clarify a point, there once was a fearsome being of immense power, who desolated countries, and laid cities to waste. Countless innocents had died at his hands, or teeth, as it were. The man, no not man– thing, was whispered legend and child's nightmare.

Put shortly, the civilized world thought it nonsense. The civilized world believed the vile creature a boogie. A story made to terrify infants on dark rainy nights. Of course they were wrong though.

Trigon the Terrible.

That was the foul creatures name. He was no boogie. Far from it ,actually. In truth, the bastard was a vampire. A vampire overlord. The most powerful vampire known to the few nutcases that believed the civilized world acted were just a bunch fools who sold their days for money, and confined their thoughts to a closed box of wrongful logic.

This particular vampire had quite liking for bad weather. He had a bad habit for bringing it with him wherever he went.

Now on that night so long ago, a young girl, named Angela Roth, was traveling through the hills when here carriage became lost in a positively fearsome storm. This was by no means a good thing, the main of many reasons was that Angela Roth was pregnant, and had been supposed to give birth several days past now. The reason why she thought it was a good idea to go on holiday when she was several days overdue, will always be a mystery.

What is known, however, is that at some point during the storm, that most hated monster made an appearance. That was shortly followed by the turning of a one Angela Roth.

The attack of said giant red beast with four glowing eyes and long white flowing hair, sent the late Mrs. Roth into her long overdue labor.

Trigon departed after gorging on her blood, leaving a soon to be mother, bleeding to death, and giving birth, at the same time.

It should be stated that for several centauries an order of monks had ben chasing after the bastard that reigned supreme over all vampire hordes, not too many years ago one of the monks left the order, for more extreme methods of vampire extermination. He had a daughter who he taught both the way of the monks, and the many things that are forbidden under their law.

The girl grew and thrived in the use of the powers that monks wielded, and became an expert with conventional weapons as well. Her name was Azar, and she had been following the overlord all of her life. She had actual been hot on his trail for two years now.

Shortly after Trigon's departure from the carriage, which was to become the deathbed of Angela Roth, Azar found the girl.

By the grace of God the infant survived her birth, miracle as it was, for not a soul besides Angela welcomed the child into this world.

At some point Azar took to believing that this halfling child could be the one way to finally put a stop to the reign of the blasted monster that had claimed countless lives.

Shortly after this revelation, it occurred to Azar that Angela was too far gone to be saved. She thrust a spike into her heart.

It is commonly believed that the reason for her decision regarding Angela was strongly influenced by Angela, herself, pouncing on Azar, bearing her fangs. Though anyone with common sense ( a trait that is very rare in people) and some basic knowledge of vampires, will tell you that Angela could not have done any such thing until after sunset of the following day.

Those same people might also tell you that the main reason Azar put a steak through Angela's heart, was due to the fact that the woman died after giving birth. Her coming back as a vampire was inevitable. Azar took the only proper course of action.

Now it happened Azar had once saved a very wealthy old man. A very wealthy old man that died recently. A very wealth old dead man that left his entire estate to Azar, but she had to claim them in a weak. Of course, she had no previous intention of ever claiming those things, but now she had plan.

She could raise this girl to the monks law help her with her powers, and train her to finally kill Trigon the Terrible.

Azar promptly put her plan into action.

Unfortunately two months ago, during a storm that was unimaginably worse that the one Raven now faced, Azar had given the child three rings. She told her to wear them and be safe. Then Azar left the house, and plunged headfirst into the tempest outside.

She never came back.

So we are finally back to Raven, who was sitting in the living room of the mansion, staring fixedly at the rings on her fingers, praying the storm to pass.

When all of a sudden the candles illuminating the room blew out. And out of the total darkness came... a pillar of illuminating purple smoke.That's right. There was an explosion of purple smoke in the middle of the living floor, and then there were three figures. Also, there was a dim orange glow coming from some unknown source.


Now the one thing Raven truly feared was Trigon. Consequently, that meant being scarred of storms, and as immature as it may seem, she was more than just a little afraid of the dark. Now if you are living in fear of a vampire that travels in storms and darkness, then it's only common sense that you would add explosions of purple smoke that happen in the dark, in the middle of a storm, in the dead of night, to your list of terrifying shit.

This is exactly what Raven did as she jumped three feet in the air, and landed, rather ungracefully, on her butt. She stared in wide eyed terror at the sight in the middle of her living room.

Two towering figures stood side by side. They couldn't have been under twelve feet tall. They were dressed in long flowing robes. In their hands they each held scepter, and upon their heads they wore fearsome headdresses. Out of which two long ram horns protruded.. The two figures were identical in every way. Like reflections of each other.

They were barely illuminated by a dim orange glow coming from some unseen source. They were a terrifying sight to be sure. Although, they had caught Raven's attention first, she now found herself staring intently at a third shadowed figure.

The creature seemed to be on it's knees with it's head buried in it's hands. Of course, it was rather hard to tell in the dim light.

After few minutes, which seemed like hours, one of the tall men spoke. His voice was deep and precise. His voice was smooth like water, yet it carried such venom, that it could have made Trigon himself cower in fear. The words were spoken loudly but not yelled, and they echoed throughout the room.

"Gar. In accordance with your sentence, You are hereby banished from the place you once unrightfully called home . Never to Return. We have escorted you into exile, as is demanded by law. We felt the need make it clear to you, ye foolish abomination, one last time before we left. Farewell whorespawn. Farewell."

"No please." The third figure screamed in a desperate voice, tear ridden voice. The poor wretch leapt from his place on the floor toward the tall men, but it was already to late.

The creature landed in a vapor of purple smoke.

A few moments later the candles reignited, and Raven could now clearly see the mysterious figure.

There in her living room floor was a short lanky creature laying prostrate on the ground. His head lay on top of his folded arms.

Some strange sniffing sound was coming from somewhere, but Raven didn't really care about that What she cared about now was the thing laying on the ground. The thing that had pointed ears. The thing that was inexplicably covered from head to foot in green fur. The thing that was almost naked.

Raven was more relieved than she was curious. This thing wasn't Trigon. Nothing that came from Trigon would laid down and weep on her living room floor.

All of her previous fear was forgotten as the halfling regained her composer. Her once distraught face became a sculpture. Hard, cold , and unchangeable. Her face seemed deprived of all human emotion. A stoic countenance that the rocks of the earth would envy.

Raven made her way to the huddled up mess on the floor. Though the creature was unaware of her presence, or anything else for that matter.

Another thing the creature was not aware of, was Raven wasn't one to be ignored. At least not when you just materialized in her house, scarred her half to death, and then proceed to sob uncontrollably on the cold marble of her living room.

If the creature would have understood that, it would have come as no surprise when the young girl delivered a kick to his abdomen.

It let out a yelp as it bolted upright. The thing looked at Raven, eyes wide with fear. After a moment though, it wiped it's eyes clean rapidly. Then after a loud sniff, he presented her with the most forced smile in the history of this world.

The creature let out a nervous chuckle. Rubbing the back of it's neck, it spoke in a broken and shaky voice, "Heh heh...I didn't realize anybody was around." It's eyes shifted nervously under Raven's penetrating stare.

The girl's only response was her raising an eyebrow. She did not speak. She did not gesture anything. She just continued to stare this green fool down.

"Uuuhhmm...yeah, so where do you come from." The creature asked feeling more and more uncomfortable by the second.

"This is my house." Raven replied simply. Her monotone response flowed out of her mouth cold simple. It cut the thing like a knife.

"Oh." It said simply. The creature was embarrassed at this point, "Uhm...sorry. I didn't mean to invade your home."

"Could've fooled me."

"I-uh. I guess I'll go." It said, starting to rise.

"Where." Raven asked.

"Where the hell did that come from." Raven thought to herself. "Does it make any difference where he goes? Just as long as he goes."

"I don't know yet." The thing said quietly.

"You can stay here tonight." Raven eyes bulged out of her head the minute the words came out of her mouth. She hadn't meant to say that. "Why the bloody hell did I say that.," The girl thought. "He can't stay here. I'll...I'll just tell him I changed my mind. He can't-"

"Really." The creature said excitedly.

Raven shook her head to clear her thoughts, before looking at the thing again. She gave him a once over.

The only article of clothing he had on was some kind of short skirt made out of old rags and leaves. There was a small pouch tied to the skirt. He also had a flute hanging off his skirt.. Around his neck the boy wore a necklace. It was a simple cord tied a shiny green stone.

Raven noticed that he was a couple inches shorter than her. With dark forest green spiky hair. He had hardly any muscle, and he had green fur covering his body. His ears were pointed and he had one lone fang sticking out of his mouth.

His eyes. She couldn't break her gaze away from those emerald orbs. They were still watering, he looked as though he could break down again at any moment. Something he must have been doing a lot of, considering how swollen his face was.

The boy had his hands clasped and was bouncing up and down with excitement.. So much desperate hope was in those sorrowful eyes.

"Sure." Raven answered the boy. Though she screamed mentally, "What! But I meant to tell him no-"

"Yyyyiiiippppppeeeeeeeeeeee!"

The girl's reverie was broken by the ear-piercing cry that wrung through the entire house.

The creature rushed at Raven. Pouncing on her with an unexpected hug, they both toppled to the ground.

"Ohthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou-,"

"Alright, alright." Raven shouted irritable. "Just get offa me."

"Oh. Heh heh...sorry."

"Yeah I'll bet." Raven shot, as she threw the boy off of her body.

"So what's your name? I'm Gar." The green boy said offering her his hand.

"Raven." The girl stated bluntly. She looked at his suspended hand, then threw him a glare. The suddenly humiliated boy dropped his hand back down.

"I don't wanna keep you up or be any trouble. You go ahead and do whatever," He let a loud yawn. "I'm gonna go to slee-," He passed out about halfway through his sentence, and fell on the ground snoring.

Raven once again quirked her eyebrow. "Go ahead make yourself at home."

After rolling her eyes the halfling left for her room. For some weird and unexplained reason. She felt rather tired herself. But what was really hard to wrap her head around; was why, suddenly, the storm did not seem frightening in the least.


AN/ I hope you enjoyed it. I'm going on a trip all next week, so it'll probably be a week before I update. Please Review.

iamhollywood: I really enjoyed "a sacrifice" and want to thank you for reviewing. I appreciate it.

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Till next time.