A/N: I would just like to thank everyone for leaving a nice little Review… The fic got a lot more of them than I thought it would. I know I said that this was based off The Masque of the Red Death, when I said "based", I mean it had some stuff from the story. Putting the Titans in a 19th century atmosphere would… ugh…

Enjoy the new chapter.

It was within this same apartment that there stood a gigantic ebony clock whose pendulum swang to and fro with a dull, heavy, monotonous clang. All who were present froze, and all activities ceased with the sounding of each hour by the clock. Musicians paused; waltzers stopped their dance; and the giddy grew pale. But when the echoes had fully ceased, a light laughter at once pervaded the assembly...

"Rae?" came a muffled voice. "Rae? Are you in there? The marathon's about to start… You should come down if you want to watch it. …Rae?"

Beast Boy knocked on his friend's door twice. A dull sound echoed throughout the hallway. There was no answer.

Well she's obviously not in there thought Beast Boy to himself. Might as well go down.

Beast Boy turned to leave but, instead of walking like he planned to, he turned around again to where he was facing the same door.

I'm sure she wouldn't mind… Then again, why would she? I'm just going to look at it.

Beast Boy shrugged and punched in his friend's four-digit code. He knew very well that breaking into a friend's room was wrong, but this was just to take a look at the clock. It wasn't like he was going to take it from her.

The door slid open, permitting him access. Beast Boy confidently walked in and the door slid shut.

The girl's room had changed drastically since the last time Beast Boy had been in there. Things were still a dark shade of gray and purple, if not completely black, but it seemed a lot more cramped. Many of its occupants were in the same place, but a few knickknacks and shelves had been moved in order to make room for the large clock. However, the space prepared was still empty, for the clock was not lying against the wall but on the floor.

It had changed as well since the last time he saw it… It was not only one dilapidated piece, but now had parts littered all around it. His first guess was that Raven had taken the parts off to study them, trying to make sure how they would work so the clock would be in perfect condition when she put it back together.

Beast Boy's face was now right above the clock's. It was very ancient… If what Raven said was true, it had to be at least over one-hundred years old. He was surprised that the clock had even lasted that long with completely falling apart.

Beast Boy walked away from the face and towards some of the components that were lying around it. There were gears of all shapes and types, separated into piles according to size. Big gears, little gears, miniscule gears… It was amazing how Raven had been able to take them all apart without losing all of them.

There were also springs with not much spring left in them… It was obvious that she was going to have to get some new ones. There were also little bolts and other stuff that looked like they each had some part in maintaining the clock's homeostasis.

Beast Boy smiled as he gazed back over to the clock. It was very black and gothic, but it was pretty just the same.

Out of the corner of his eye, Beast Boy then noticed a black book sitting amongst the clutter. The reason why was unknown to him because, knowing Raven, it would be on a shelf, not on the floor. Beast Boy's curiosity grew instantly.

I'm sure she wouldn't mind…

Beast Boy headed over to the book and sat down. He grabbed its rough edges and opened the jacket, revealing the title in large cursive handwriting.

Edgar Allen Poe
Selected Poems and Tales

Beast Boy harrumphed at the words and turned a couple of pages into the book. Letters were littered across every page, telling a story. He didn't really feel like reading anything, though. Just flipping through was enough.

It was then, however, that he turned to a mesmerizing yet horrifying picture. A corpse-like face was looking down on something with its mouth ajar and empty eyes glaring. The body of the face was covered with a red cloak with sleeves that covered its hands and dangled loosely in the air. A gold tree was embroidered on the chest, just below a frill collar.

This, however, was abnormal as well, for the cloak was covered in maroon blotches. He couldn't tell what this was… Judging from the corpse-like face, however, he had a good idea that it was… blood…

As his mouth began to open like the mouth in the picture, he glanced to the right and noticed that this… character had a scythe raised up into the air. Just by looking at this he knew that it was razor-sharp, and he couldn't help but get chills when he noticed that the edges of the scythe looked like it was stained by the same thing that made up the red blotches on the cloak.

His eyes continued to absorb and reabsorb this corpse-like character, wondering just how a person could imagine something up like this. There obviously had to be some influence in Poe's life that had caused this image to come to mind. Either that or he had a huge imagination.

Beast Boy then felt a huge chill going down his spine. Towards the back of the picture was a giant ebony clock, much like the one right next to him.

Beast Boy must have sat on the floor for about five minutes, observing the clock in the book. Everything in the book was exactly the same as the clock next to him in every way. He knew it was supposed to be a replica, and he was okay with that, but it was something else that bothered him.

It looked as if the corpse-like character had come out of the clock…

(A/N: I would like to say that yes, this is a real book, and I'm sorry if I wrongly described the picture in any way. It's been a while since I've seen it.)

He knew it was a fictional story, but the picture made it look so real. He was broken out of his trance, however, when he heard something slide open behind him.

"What are you doing?"

Beast Boy immediately stood up and turned around to see Raven with an unpleasant look on her face.

"Hi," he said, meekly.

"What are you doing in here?" she asked, tone more fierce than before.

"I had just come up to ask if you were going to come down to watch TV. I got a little sidetracked, I guess… I wanted to see the…"

"Just forget it. I would like to tell you, though, that we've been down in the living room for ten minutes, wondering where you were."

Raven then gave a "Mph" and picked something up. Beast Boy hadn't seen it before, but Raven had been carrying a rectangular piece of glass.

"You're already restoring the clock?" asked Beast Boy.

"Of course. You know me… I love busy work."

Beast Boy smiled as his friend carried the glass over and set it down on the floor.

"I take it you looked through my book," said Raven, noticing the open book next to the changeling's foot.

Beast Boy looked down at his feet, seeing the horrific picture once again.

"Oh… Yeah. Yeah, I did."

"You like it?"

"It's okay."

"…You didn't read any of the story, did you?"

"No."

"Ah."

Raven bent down and picked up the book, closing it as she rose back up. She then turned to her green friend and handed the book to him. "You can borrow it, if you want."

"Uh… Sure. Thanks, I guess."

Beast Boy looked down at the book, not sure if he wanted to open it again.

"Well, come on. If we're going to watch that show, we better get down, huh? The first episode's already about halfway over."

Beast Boy looked up from the book and into his friend's deep, amethyst eyes.

"Sure."

"I think I'm going to go upstairs now."

The Titans all looked over to their dark friend, wondering why she would want to go up to her room during this classic night of TV.

"Are you sure?" asked Robin from the couch. "The marathon's not even half-over."

"Yeah. I've got some stuff I'd like to do anyway."

Beast Boy could've sworn he saw Raven look at him.

"Well, alright. If you're sure."

"I am."

And with that, Raven left.

Am I sure... Of course I'm sure. Good grief, Robin. Sometimes I get concerned about you.

Raven reached her door and punched in her four-digit password. The door opened and she went in, causing it to close and lock itself in place.

Beast Boy better have just been looking at the clock. If I find anything that's out of place, I'll…

Raven looked down at the clock's face and noticed a dark spot against the yellowed surface. It was either something that wasn't there before or that she just hadn't noticed.

Raven sat on the cold hard surface of the floor, not even taking her eyes off of the spot. It was true that yes, it could've just been a stain, but the reason why it would be on the face made it unusual.

As Raven leaned forward, her own face became closer and closer to the face of the clock. The extremities grew larger, and soon, Raven was quickly able to identify the stain.

It was blood.

It was then that something took over her body. She lost all sense of sight and touch. Her sense of sight came back to her later, but it caused her to realize that she was not in her bedroom any longer. Instead, she was in a large violet room; the floors were violet, the ceiling was violet, and all the furniture was violet. Even the windows had a violet tinting to them, which only increased the brilliance of the room.

As Raven's sense of touch came back to her, she suddenly felt more weighed down and hot. Noticing that this uncomfortable feeling was coming from below, she looked down and saw that instead of her usual blue cloak and leotard, she was wearing what looked to be a 19th century party dress. It was very tight and extremely uncomfortable, but she didn't have time to complain.

A mob of people had appeared in front of her.

As Raven observed the people around her, she noticed how all the women seemed to be dressed like her in such a way, confirming her sudden suspicion that she was not in her own time period any longer. Men were dressed in unusual clothing as well, but she did not have time to observe their appearances. She had been distracted when she noticed that everyone seemed to be leaving the room, making her one of the last few to remain.

Not wanting to miss anything, the empath followed the others, tripping over her dress and finding it difficult to run in a pair of equally uncomfortable shoes. After what seemed like to be an eternity, she reached the end of the violet room and followed a man and a woman into another.

She was now standing in a room covered in black decorations; black curtains fell from the ceiling and bundled on the equally black floor, providing a horrific aura. The windows were blood red and only added to the uneasiness.

She was once again distracted when she heard sharp cries ring throughout the room.

Her instincts took over immediately, causing the girl to turn towards the back of the room. She had been right at the entrance, too mesmerized by the decorations of the room to pay attention to what the group of people in front of her might have been doing.

The people that had once persuaded her to come into the room were now lying on the floor, writhing and screaming in an obvious agony. Blood seemed to be coming out of every pore in their body, causing them to open their mouths wide and unleash a bloodcurdling scream.

Raven just stood there, her mind filling with questions. How had she gotten to this terrible place? Who were all these people? What suddenly caused them to start bleeding in every place imaginable?

Looking down towards the ground, she noticed that a young boy's head was lying right next to her feet. He looked up at her and screamed, his eyes becoming wide and bloodshot. Blood poured from his face and onto her shoes and ankles, causing a warm, tingly feeling to run down her feet.

Backing away, Raven felt something grab her leg. A woman had reached her arm towards the empath and grabbed her, digging her fingernails into the girl's pale skin.

Raven gasped in horror at the woman's face; it was distorted with pain and covered with blood. Her eyes began to roll towards the back of her head, causing the empath to give a shudder in fear. Her desire for the woman to release her leg increased.

"Get off," said Raven, quietly. "Please, let me go!"

Raven could've sworn she felt hot tears slowly leaking from her eyes. Sure enough, a teardrop fell into the woman's own puddle of blood, causing it to ripple. The woman's grip only tightened as her skin and clothes became redder.

Raven lifted her leg and lightly stepped on the woman's arm. The woman was obviously weak, for it didn't take much force at all to release her leg. Not caring about where she stepped or whom she stepped on, Raven began walking as fast as she could towards the exit of the room, wanting to get out of wherever she was.

As Raven reached the exit of the room, she turned around to look at the terrifying people once more. She knew that it would be a horrific image to remember, but she just had to see it one last time.

People had begun to die, and the yells of pain were growing quiet. As Raven observed, she noticed that several people were leaking blood into their own mouth. Raven clenched her eyes shut when she began to hear low gargling noises coming from full mouths. These poor people…

Though Raven's closed eyes kept her from seeing, they didn't keep her from knowing that someone else other than she wasn't suffering…

Quickly opening her eyes, the empath began to observe something other than the people on the floor. Near the back of the room, a tall, red figure towered over the room's suffering occupants. It was standing against, what had been before, an equally blood red window, but the red panes seemed to be a pale pink in comparison to the figure.

Raising an eyebrow, Raven began to take a few steps towards the figure, wondering who this person was and why he wasn't suffering with everyone else.

Then it happened… The figure turned towards Raven, revealing a horrifying corpse-like face, its mouth agape and empty eyes staring down at the young girl.

Like a thousand knives coming from each direction, pain seared through Raven's body. Her knees instantly gave out, sending her to the floor. The pain only seemed to increase each second, and soon Raven felt something hot running all over her. Looking down at her hands, she realized that she was suffering from the same fate of the others.

As she opened her mouth to scream in pain, she felt a sharp jerk. She was once again in her own room.

Gasping, the empath looked down at her body. She was in her normal outfit, with no signs of blood ever being on her.

Panting for air, the girl quickly got up off the floor and left the room. Maybe watching TV with the others wasn't' a bad idea.