Disclaimer: Don't own the Teen Titans or anything related to them, Sirus, the name Rorex, Francesca and Malthenor are mine so no touchy.

A/N: Whoa, whoa, whoa, take it easy you guys, what's the fun in knowing if Raven's really gonna' croak or not if you threaten not to read any more?

Just chilax the stories barely even through, and the pairing … well … it looks like you didn't catch it last chapter, maybe you will in this, if you don't then oh well, you'll just have to keep reading

As for Raven and her powers, don't worry I'll let her have her fun, after all if some one got close enough to stab you and touch at the same time you'd be looking for someone to kill to.

So here's the next chappie, enjoy.

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Chapter Eight: Trust

With her hospital bed cranked up to a sitting position Raven leaned against it and carefully read over the large white book in her lap, never caring to even take a second glance up at Rorex who was leaning against the far wall. Francesca sat at the foot of Raven's bed also reading; however it was one of Beast Boy's comics, curtsy to Boy Wonder, who insisted on keeping the young girl occupied after the 'Mask Incident'.

Late in the night after Rorex had returned from catching some air on the roof he watched as Raven's brows furrowed and finally closed her eyes and the book. Marking the page with her fingers she looked up with a tired expression, "Tell Robin didn't go out on patrol tonight."

Rorex raised a brow, not exactly the question he'd hear coming from her mouth, shrugging he answered dismissively, "He did, why?"

She sighed and reopened the book with a huff uncharacteristically blowing up on a falling strand of violet hair, "I knew he would … apparently I don't think he bought my story."

"Which was?"

"The truth … parts of it," she answered slowly turning the large page and continued to read, "I told him about there his a crazed cult going around killing off demons and devils and I was a random target. I told him my communicator was jammed and I had to fly my way back home, told him I may have accidentally tripped the alarm and all that jazz. Speaking of which, where is my Mclaren?"

At this Rorex grinned, "Oh that sweet thing, they think it's mine."

She shot him a look that could have frozen over all hell, "Don't get to attached, if I find one scratch on my Silver Raven I'm coming for your head."

He waved her off, "Don't worry your precious Raven's fine, besides, where the hell did you learn your skills to drive and know your tech? You still haven't explained that to me."

Raven gave him a dry look before turning back to the book that she once thought was a harmless story, "Frankly I don't need, where I learned my techniques are none of your concern."

Pushing off the wall and walking towards the bed around to her side he smiled, "Aw come on, who's gonna' know? No one but me – and maybe Francesca, but she don't count."

"Hey," Francesca whined as she looked up to glare at her grinning brother showing tongue he returned the gesture and Raven rolled her eyes, "Shut-up you dweeb, I do count. Unlike you I can at least count up to my own age."

Raven snickered to herself silently; though Rorex saw her smirk behind the book he smiled himself and snorted at Francesca, "Ya little brat, at least I'm taller than you."

Francesca scoffed and turned back to her comic, "That the best you can come up with? What a crock of shit."

Rorex glared, "Watch your mouth, chuckles right you do need discipline, maybe I should leave you here with him to take you under his wing."

"HA! Right! With out me, you'd be nothing cause as much as you hate to admit it I'm always gonna' be two steps ahead of you." Francesca grinned never noticing Rorex slowly sneaking up behind her.

"Oh yeah, well I suggest you slow down cause you never know when I'll – sneak up on you!" pouncing and grabbing the litter girl and pulling her to the chair. On his lap she squirmed and screamed, pleading for mercy as he ruthlessly tickled her to death. Raven, having given up on the book in the middle of the sibling squabble watched with great interest and a spark of curiosity as Rorex for once showed her a side she never seen even in her friends.

Love, undying family love of true siblings.

Watching as he held her firmly, yet gently with one arm while he tickled with the other. Raven wondered if Francesca was feeling any discomfort in such a position, however Raven knew discomfort was far from pleasure and unbridled joy. Something she always felt with Starfire, but with Francesca it was different. She was child so the joy that come from a child was more pure and bright. Surprising coming from a girl deprived of a real family with real loving parents that'll make sure she grows to be a successful woman.

"Huh? Huh? Come on say it. I wanna' hear you say it, say it and I'll let you go." Rorex taunted, Francesca giggled, laughed and pushed.

"You're the best," she whimpered and Rorex didn't stop.

"What? Didn't hear you."

"You're the best!" she screamed and Rorex still didn't release her.

"Who's the best and what of?"

Raven rolled her eyes, Egomaniac, she thought as she tried to tune back to the book trying to pick up hints or clues to what could be so special about it as Francesca screamed, "Rorex is the bestest brother in the world!"

"That's what I thought, two steps ahead, get outta' here." Putting her down and pushing her playfully she turned and weakly punched his shoulder.

"Stupid dork," she pouted and he put up his hands in ready like fists moving as if he were standing in a fighting stance.

"Oh what? You want some, come on let's see how fast you are, come on throw me a punch. Come on."

She glared and wildly swung what Raven knew to be a punch, Rorex unfairly pulled back and then faster then even Raven could keep up shot out a hand to gently cuff at Francesca's cheek, "Ha, still to slow."

With an angry growl she began to throw more aimed punches and with Rorex still on the chair dodged/blocked every one leisurely grinning and then just holding up his hands in defeat, "Alright brat I give up, you win, you're too strong for me."

Francesca pouted again the picked up the comic she dropped, muttering cheater as she stalked off to the other side of the room where there were more beds up against the large wall window and sat on the one furthest from them with her back turned. Raven gave Rorex an exasperated look and all he did was smile 'innocently' and shrug as she scoffed, "You quite done yet?"

"Yes I am," nodding he got up and loomed over her looking down at the ancient book, "so you still lost?"

"Factually I have no clue what I'm looking for," Raven glared at the book roughly turning a page and sitting back, wincing when another shot of pain went through her body.

Rorex put a hand on her shoulder, "You okay?"

Raven waved him off, "I'm fine, just pains that'll eventually go away. Anyway, here, your turn to look."

Reaching down and grabbing the book from her lap, Rorex sat back on the chair and sighed asking, "Geez I thought I'd never see this book … where'd you get it?"

She answered, "A gift as a reward for being a Titan and saving the city."

"A gift?" Rorex repeated curiously and shook his head, "If anything this thing should have been trashed."

"Is that any way to show affection for your heritage?" Raven blinked as Rorex shrugged.

"This dumb thing was the cause for many problems along the lines of history, the major one being the curse that bounds Malchior to it."

Raven stayed quiet after the last statement letting Rorex read on to find what the leader of the hunters could want so much about it. What was in the damn thing that was enough to kill for? Watching Rorex read over the pages Raven furrowed her brows in slight confusion and before she knew what she was asking it just came out of her mouth, "Rorek's eyes were ice blue, how come yours and Francesca's are amber gold?"

Looking up from the book catching Raven in his golden gaze she saw the amusement and cockiness building up in them as he chuckled, "My mother was of Rorek's line, and my father was just a powerful devil. Did you know that if you're strong enough you could actually determine what your kid would look like before they were born?"

Shaking her head Raven looked away from his gaze finding it hard to keep, they were just so deep and easy to burn from the fire that sprouted from it. Childishly Raven feared that she'd heat up if she looked too deep into them. Then berated herself for her shyness, there was nothing to be shy about. Looking back up at Rorex she saw he was staring at her with his concealment spell dropped.

Giving her time to study his blood-red markings on his cheeks she reached out to trace them but he stopped her and held her wrist. Pulling his head away, Raven pulled her hand back and slightly frowned in confusion, what was he shy about, why did she even want to touch him? It's the drugs, Raven thought dryly, I told Cyborg just to give me my herbs, but no. He insists on western medicines, typical. She thought in exasperation. Even if she were very grateful for his tender care and knowledge of medicines, her healing would come along even faster if he gave her the herbs.

Which she found herself questioning the duration of her stay in the health room, she should have been able to at least sit up without feeling a slight cramp in her abdomen. What was keeping her from healing even faster? This disturbed her, although the confusion on her face was overlooked and a different answer was given to her earlier "drugged" reaction

"They're sensitive when out of concealment." Rorex grinned, with much mischief.

"Sensitive?" Raven blinked and sat up fighting the pain to get a better look at him, "Of what? Touch?"

Stupid question she knew, but curiosity and her damn drugs were the cause. His grin became more of a sly smirk as he answered smoothly, "They're not just for show, think of them as the first warning of run. Chuckles a few days back in your room showed an example of it, when they glow it's a warning to anyone around to leave or suffer whatever they have in mind … and yes, they are very sensitive to touch if shown in the open."

"How sensitive?" Raven was killing her Curious emotion at that very moment; the stupid thing was taking advantage of her druggy state! She swore if she ever got strong enough to visit Nevermore Curiosity was dieing on sight. A dreaded feeling was coming over her, she knew deep down the answer to this question, but she wanted to hear him say it? Why? That was a damn good question that Intelligence was currently bashing her demon side to answer.

Rorex chuckled and turned back to the book, "Let's just say you don't wanna' do anything you might regret."

Raven glared, What the hell was that suppose to mean? She was just about to open her mouth to make a witty comment when Francesca called attention to herself, "Yo Rorex, come look at this."

Both looked up from each other, Rorex standing up having been sitting down on the other side of Raven. The little demon was kneeling on the bed with her face pressed up against the glass, Rorex's eyes narrowed in suspicion as he walked round Raven's bed to join his sister. Raven watched helpless and quite irritated as she sat in the bed with no way of getting out, "What is it?"

Francesca looked up at her brother then glanced back at Raven for the briefest of moments before whispering in their native tongue incase Raven heard said, "What are we to do?"

Rorex frowned coming close to a scowl as a low growl escaped his throat a hint of hate in his tone, Raven felt the sudden raise of emotions seep from Rorex and gulped trying to suppress it from her body. What could have gotten' him so worked up all of a sudden?

Even Francesca sat back from her brother, not from feeling what Raven felt, but from knowledge of their past and knowing her brother well enough to know he'd forget, but never forgive. Sirus, the angel that was flying closer to the tower seen only by the bright moonlight was low to the water, thought it did little to conceal his pure white wings that glistened under the light. The fact still remained he was coming, Rorex held up a hand with his claws already grown to it's full length and placed it on Francesca's head, "Stay. Put. Make sure Raven doesn't do anything stupid."

Commanding and strong Francesca felt – as a devil – threatened to respond in kind and follow orders, but as a sister she felt great worry as he turned, walked and gave Raven the book. Raven glared suspiciously and warningly at Rorex, "What's going on? Tell me, no more lies."

Not being able to meet her gaze Rorex gulped and turned his back heading to the door, "Don't worry, nothing important."

"Rorex –" before Raven could even continue her call he was out the door with it sliding shut, Francesca jumped to her bed and smiled Raven glared and growled, "what's going on?"

Francesca grinned sweetly and shrugged, "Nothin' much just Rorex going to say hi to an old friend."

Raven's glare darkened, "What old friend?"

"No one important."

"Francesca," Raven warned.

Francesca grinned mockingly, "Raven."

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"You have got some nerve showing your face here," Rorex growled and crouched getting ready for a battle as Sirus hovered three feet from the ground on the edge of the tower. Retracting his wings into his back he groaned and slightly stumbled in pain off the rail. Standing on his feet, however holding on to his right arm with his left Rorex smelt blood and lots of it. He smirked; the angle was still hurt from Francesca's attack, a wave of pride and confidence shot through the devil knowing that his sister barely of age actually wounded the powerful angel.

Catching his breath, Sirus stood up to his full height with much force and strength. Wincing as pain seeped into his features his deep rich green eyes shining deep with wryness and exhaustion. Holding up his clawed hand to show he meant no harm Sirus was just lucky it was Rorex he was talking to not Robin. If it were Robin he'd no doubt slaughter the bastard that dared touch – let alone hurt a member of his pack. Panting Sirus bowed his head to further express his submission and peace, "Please … hear me out … I came to tell you, to warn you that this Hunt is not a Hunt, it's a slaughter."

Rorex scoffed and snarled, "Well what the fuck you thought it was? A tea party? Get to the point or I'll run you through the same you did Raven. I already told you she wasn't a part of anything of this! Yet you still hurt her – no – you almost killed her! An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth isn't that our teachings?" he mocked with his eyes already tinting pink.

Sirus winced, whether from the harsh words and hidden threat or from the injury. Either one Rorex didn't care just as long as he was feeling some kind of pain; cause lord knows that if his father hadn't taught him the full road of control he would have surely killed the angel. Not just for revenge on Raven's behalf, but from the smell of blood, the thick tension, the feel of the angel's frightened aura. Everything screamed for Rorex to annihilate, eliminate, exterminate, and obliterate the insulting offence.

But he held back.

He'd known Sirus as his brother for a while, knew what their methods were.

Their families may be generations of blood hate, but the brothers were smart and knew exactly what they were doing.

So what did Sirus want, was Rorex's dominating question at the moment.

"No … you don't understand …" Sirus took a deep breath, even if it hurt to do so, he needed to, Rorex had a right to know, " … Malthenor has discovered something that has just set a new rage in his blood … your friend … the Titan, is more than they appear."

Now Rorex showed a little interest, "Raven? You're wrong she has nothing to do with this."

Sirus may have been strong, wise, seen many years, but he lacked patients and he showed it by growling and baring his fangs ignoring his pain, as he snarled, "No you idiot not the half-breed, her leader the one that always wears the mask! Him! He's the one Malthenor the leader of this whole thing is after! That's why he wants the book! To ensure that if he does not persuade the boy now he'll forcefully take control of him through one of Malchior's spells! Jesus Christ you devils this slow?"

Rorex growled his amber eyes no longer tinting pink with his markings as he snorted, "Well how the hell was I suppose to know, me and the kid aren't exactly on equal terms and besides, Malthenor can't be the leader to this whole thing. He's a blood-lusting idiot that if you threw him a raw slab of meat he'd dive for it."

"Well there's a lot you obviously don't know about my brother," Sirus sighed and cracked his neck, closing his eyes he calmed down and began again slowly, "the Titans' leader cannot fall into Malthenor's grasp, and neither can the book. If with both there's no hope for the future of your kind let alone the future of this world. That book is not just a fairytale; it holds clues for power too great for one creature to have."

"So what? You just came here to warn me about the end of the world? Sorry slick but that's already happened." Rorex sneered and turned his back on the angel that was shaking his head, "I suggest you leave now or I trip the alarm and let everybody know you're here, you do know that Archer is in the tower don't you?"

"So arrogant and cocky," Sirus glared, "What Trigon tried to do was nothing compared to what that book is capable of. Heaven, Hell, and Earth will merge if Malthenor gets a hold of that book, if that happens, well, you know the rest."

Turning around to give Sirsu a dry look Rorex bared his fangs, "And you're telling me this why?"

"Because I can, and I will." Giving the devil a serious stare Sirus bowed his head to stare at the ground as he slowly, painfully and weakly retracted his wings from his back and slid them out to the open. More blood poured forth as he shook and swayed, under the weight of his wings they drooped and like a fallen angle his bloody wings dragged on the ground around him. It was a beautiful yet sad sight under the crescent moon with the sparkling stars.

Rorex watched, as he looked up again with his deep green eyes a look of purity under all the unruly guilt and shame shone through. For once since Rorex knew the angel he looked like his namesake. Yet sad and tired, it showed in his voice, "I agree with my brother on most terms, but this time he's gone over the edge. I cannot apologize for what I have done, and I won't begin to. Raven … her name … correct?"

Not knowing where he was going with this Rorex nodded in answer and on instinct out stretched his hand when Sirus threw him something. A vial, a corked vial that held a deep crimson liquid inside. Rorex gave it a suspicious look, and then raised a brow at the angel, who asked, "Do you have any deep feelings for the girl?"

Rorex gave a dry look, "Why the hell do you wanna' know and what the hell is this shit?"

Sirus shrugged, "The potion would only work if you do so. Before she sleeps, pour the vial in front her, don't tell her what it is, don't even lie about it, say her name and give it to her to drink. If she trusts you she'll drink it."

"But what is it I don't do poison, especially on people I find to be close," Rorex glared about ready to smash the deep crimson red liquid to the cement.

"It's a potion that'll save her life, there's already poison in her system with no clue when she'll just die in her sleep … you are familiar with it, correct?" now Rorex almost dropped the vial in shock, Raven was poisoned, but how come he couldn't smell it sense it, feel her death? Sirus saw his confusion and chuckled, "If you care so much, just give her the potion and do as I say, if she trusts you then she'll drink it, if she doesn't then she must fight. There isn't much, but since she's not aware enough to fight it then she'll surely sleep away and never awake."

"You did this," Rorex anger was back and coming close to full swing, the only thing holding him back now was the fact that the potion in his hand was Raven's only survival, this was the real reason for the angel's showing. The potion to determine Raven's life, and it was Sirus that was causing her this grief.

That question was even answered as Sirus nodded and Rorex took a step at him his markings and eyes glowing full on red, though blinking as he tired to gain control, "You're the one that injected the poison when you stabbed her! You bastard! If she dies I swear to whatever fucking god it is you pray to I'll hunt you down and kill you myself! You stole my family from me, if she dies then I'm taking you personally to hell."

"Then I suggest you hurry and make her drink the potion," Sirus countered, "it's her only shot at living, like it or not she's still a half-breed, just a drop should have killed her on the spot, but as we both know she's stronger then that. Remember what I have instructed, no lying, and remember her leader, Malthenor is after him and the book. Keep both away. Last chance, final warning, farewell old friend."

Rorex took another step towards him as the angel took to the air a bit on the sloppy side, but that was to be expected as a sprinkle of blood sprayed over the tower, the wind blowing a few drops on Rorex's face as he watched him flew away. Torn between going after him and ripping him a new one and going down to save Raven, the former was the most appealing as he ran down the stairs to Raven.

If it was one thing he swore to keep it was his promise to her, that she could trust him with his soul, but the one that nagged at the back of his mind was what Sirus said. No lying … how ironic is this? I've been lying to Raven, and now that I'm just beginning to tell her almost everything, I can't lie for her sake to drink a potion? Damn, she'll never trust me … that thought hit him harder than he expected, in fact it got him to just stop completely in the middle of his way towards the infirmary. Staring at the ground as if a new, unpleasant, revelation had been discovered, Rorex suddenly felt sick. She'd never trust him, not after everything he put her through.

From here out it was all business.

She'd never trust him enough to drink a crimson liquid potion that looked very much like poison.

Trust.

So hard to build.

So easily broken.

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What'cha think, review please they make me happy

Oh and don't hurt me for this, it's my stupid brain's fault and this idea just wouldn't get out of my head, but I have this one story coming up, same catagory, and it's a definate Red/Rav, what can I say I'm liking the pairing don't know why. But it's called It's Not Me, in Raven's prove and I'm not quite sure where it's heading, but I had to get it out of my head! The idea just wouldn't leave me alone, like a damn masquito (spelling?)