Chapter 4
AN/ I apologize for the late upload. I discovered a huge problem with one of the characters and had to rework the plot. I had already written this chapter before receiving this revelation, so I had to write totally different that planed. Several pages became casualties as a consequence. I want to go ahead and clear up confusion about the phrase "halfling." This has nothing to do with Tolkein. I was using it as a term to describe Raven's vampyric heritage. Though I should've used the much more accurate term of "dhampir."
Disclaimer- I do not own the Teen Titans
Gar stealthily crept into the room. He quietly chuckled with merriment as he slowly approached the bed. His feet made no noise as he slunk closer and closer. This was probably due to the fact that he was floating.
In his hands he held a tray full of food. It would be a small thank you, but nonetheless Gar felt obliged to do something in gratitude.
A smile spread across the green boy's face as he reached the still sleeping form of Raven.
She looked so peaceful. Her pale form breathing in and out. The rise and fall of her chest was rhythmically enchanting like music. The sound of her breath filled the air, a sweet warm noise
The girls beautiful purple hair strewn about her face in odd directions, covering those deep eyes.
She looked amazing.
Gar carefully set the tray over her slumbering body, leaning over to set the legs, the boy ended up looking her directly in the face, only a couple inches from his own when...
Raven moaned a little as she opened her eyes. Though, once they were open, she instantly wished they would've stayed closed. The reason was that the first sight she was blessed with seeing on this most wonderful day, was a pea great furry face hovering an inch away from her own.
"Aaaahhh!" The girl shrieked, well screamed really as the noise was a little to deep in boyish to be considered a shriek.
"Aaaahhh!" Gar screamed-well, shrieked really, as his voice came out too high pitched and girlish to be anything else.
Raven's hands and feet reflexively sprung up to hit the emerald fur-ball, but instead collided with a wood tray, flipping it on it's side and spilling the contents one both her bed and herself. her.
Raven seemed not to notice though as her eyes locked Gar into a deadly gaze.
Gar had leapt away from the side of the bed and was staying at, what he thought, was a safe distance.
"You sniveling little prick!" Raven screamed at what could only be called the top of her lungs. One would've sworn that the walls shook.
"What did you do!"
"I was trying to wake you up. I made you breakfast." Gar screamed defensively, as he frantically pointed to a the toppled tray and her stained bed
Raven looked down at herself in shock. She hadn't before realized the mess occupying her bed.
Her eyes narrowed..
A moment later Gar was thrown into the hallway. He was followed by a flying food tray, that decided his head was a simply smashing place to land.
"I think I'll pass out now."Gar said simply.
A person of his word, he promptly did so.
"That stupid perverted shit!" Raven screamed at the wall. "Trying to wake me up! I'll believe that when bloody hell freezes bloody well over!"
Raven energetically ranted as she started to brush her hair in the mirror. "Wake me up. More like practicing to be a bloody incubus!
"And what was his damned excuse? "I made you breakfast," breakfast!"
Raven's anger dissipated slightly She was left with a strange empty feeling, and a slight tinge of guilt.
"Breakfast." She said in a weak small voice.
Gar stormed away from the house towards the woods.
"Shit." He exclaimed "What the hell was that about?"
His voice growing louder with each word he spoke.
"I mean, all I did was try to give her breakfast. And what does she do." The boy paused giving his imaginary audience a chance to guess. But only silence met his ears, and so he continued to scream. "She beats me up.
"Me the great robin. The hideous sprite of the forest and undergrounds. Child of France, scourge of England. More power in my thumb she has in her whole body... and she kicked my sorry ass." The last statement was barely whispered. Spoken in a sad and defeated voice.
Gar's ears drooped down as his eyes watered. He turned to look back at the mansion from the top of a hill. A tear made it's way down the boy's cheek. It was soon followed by several more upon the realization that this was second place he had been banished from in less than twelve hours.
"I really liked her too. She was nice." Gar said in a small voice.
Then turning away from the house, the boy looked into the sky. In an instant he was gone, and in his place stood a green owl.
After a few moments the creature took to the sky.
Walking slowly down the hall the sound of her own steps rose to meet her ears, and caressed that building fear. Fear that grew with every step that she took and heard only silence in return. Step upon step, upon step, upon step.
Raven tried to push the thought out of her mind. Tried not to think about. Telling herself that he was just around the bend.
She knew the truth, but nothing is ever so wonderful to live as a lie. Especially so, for the desperate.
Raven's pride may never allow her to admit it, but that's what she was.
Desperate.
Room after room was searched on the girl's descent to the living room. Nothing. Raven was biting her lip at this point. That feeling in the pit of her stomach was starting to make her nauseous as well.
When she finally made to the main room, nobody was there. Raven closed her eyes.
Angry tears flowed onto Raven's face. Angry at herself. Angry at him for leaving.
Tears of anger, but of despair as well. She hated being alone.
With a sniff Raven shoved away thoughts of sadness and regret. Emotions were only a bother. Being depressed about something wouldn't solve the problem, so why feel sad? Why be angry when anger is but a thorn in the side. Why bother to feel. The whole business of feeling was a pointless venture. Why be upset that he left her, or that Azar had been gone for two months. Why be concerned that that yearning was getting stronger, or be upset that she was a vampyric bastard, or who...
She needed to meditate.
He stumbled through the forest clutching himself in pain. The huge man pulled the coat tighter around his frame as it became harder to breath.
He hadn't eaten or slept for days, and the freezing cold of this part of the country was getting the best of Victor. That and the infected gunshot wound to his abdomen.
Maybe it was the lack of sleep talking, or maybe it was the massive loss of blood, or perhaps it was the cold, but all Victor really wanted to do was lie down and slip into that unconscious oblivion he called slumber. Of course clutching his stomach he had a painful reminder of what happened the last time he decided to rest.
The man could still hear the gun.
Victor winced in pain grabbing his side harder.
"Hey are you okay."
Victor spun around in a flash, only to find a green monster walking beside him. At least it looked like a monster. The thing was short and fury, and green. It had pointy ears and fangs. It also was also barely clothed.
Yep. Definitely a monster.
Most people would've ran away screaming at that point, but Victor was not most people, he was also incapable of coherent thought at that point. Instead of sprinting through the forest like a scarred chicken, he groaned, before falling to his knees. He tried to stand back up, but his body seemed to get some signals crossed, as it instead laid down on the ground.
Darkness seemed to surround him as he fought to stay conscious. A battle he lost quite easily. The last thing he heard before blacking out was, "Oh shit."
Thud!
Raven's eye snapped open. Her concentration was shattered.
The girl looked around the room, she was surprised to find that it was dark already.
"How long was I..." The girl trailed off after a series of loud bangs came from the main door. Suddenly remembering the reason that she was no longer meditating, Raven set off to the door.
The knocking, more like relentless banging, continued without stopping for a second during the girl's trek to the door. With every bang her anger increased ten fold.
After finally arriving at her destination, Raven flung the door open. And who should be standing there, but Gar himself. And there was something on top of him.. He was supporting someone! The man was torso was draped over the boy's shoulder, while his lower half drug the ground .
"What the-"
"Raven he's hurt." Gar interrupted in a frantic, terrified voice.
Raven found herself without words to speak. She was more than a little dumbfounded by the situation.
"He's hurt bad and he needs some help. Please Rae?" His pleading voice was desperate, and as much as she wanted to, she couldn't say no and let something happen to the man halfway hanging off Gar's back.
"Fine." She spat venomously. "Don't call me Rae."The dhampir warned dangerously before stepping aside to let them in.
An/ If you're wondering about what gar meant by saying he was a robin. According to legend goblins originated in France, then spread abroad over Europe. When the infested England, the druids called them robin goblins. Thus the reason Puck is called Robin Goodfellow. This name was shortened to Rob-goblins, and it eventually became hobgoblins. I'm sorry for the wait the next chapter will be better. Please Review.
Till next time.
