1Disclaimer: Do I still have to say it? (Lawyer taps foot impatiently) Fine, I don't own the Teen Titans or the Phantom of the Opera. Damn lawyers. . .

A/N: Well, I hope everyone liked the last chapter, my introduction. Also, I got a lot of people asking me what the final pairing will be. This is an excellent question, as I am going to changed the ending of the story. However, I cannot reveal this, as it would give away the ending of the story. Sorry.

Also, if you haven't read or seen the Phantom of the Opera, that's okay. I'm changing the story anyway, so it's best you don't see it before I write it. However, I advise you to read/see the real story just because it is so awesome. Also, my ending is different, so you might want to read/see the real story to see both endings.

Oh yeah, a little key; whenever someone's speaking in song, it reads like this: "BLAH BLAH BLAH!" If the writing is italics and capitol-case, then it is song-speak, which is used throughout the entire story.

Now, onto the story:

Chapter 2

Raven was halfway through changing when she heard a knock on the door. Looking up, she nearly jumped. She was half-nude, and her clothes were next to her. Luckily, she had locked the door, so no one could see her in her bra and underwear.

"Um. . . one minute, please!" she called out. Racing to her clothes, she quickly put on her black T-shirt and jean pants. There was more knocking. "I'm coming!" she cried, growing angry.

Finally, Raven was fully dressed and she walked over to her door. Unlocking it, she turned the knob and swung the door open.

"I didn't come at a bad time, did I?" came the reply. Raven would have recognized that voice, even if she hadn't already known who it was. The young man stood in her doorway, smiling like a madman. He had black spiky hair, and had deep brown eyes.

"Robin!" Raven cried, elated to see him. She had thought about her long-lost friend every day since he left, awaiting for him to return. "It's wonderful to see you!" she said, giving the boy a hug that could have rivaled Star's famous death hugs.

"I knew it was you the moment I heard you," Robin said, referring to her song. "Your voice has only gotten even more beautiful than before, something I didn't think possible. And you've gotten more beautiful, too."

"You don't look so bad yourself," Raven commented. She had either completely lost Robin's meaning, or was ignoring it. "I heard about you on the news, and I was so sure it was you!"

"Being Batman's side-kick will do that," Robin agreed. He wasn't in uniform right now, not even his mask, but he still felt like a super-hero. "You didn't tell anyone that was me though, did you?"

"Of course not," Raven told him. "They wouldn't have believed me anyway. But, I'm glad you came. I missed you."

"I missed you too," Robin told her. "Oh yeah, these are for you," he said, offering her some flowers. Raven took them and put them in the vase next to her desk. There were several vases, all filled with flowers. "Heh, I see I'm not your only admirer!"

"Tell me about it," Raven sighed. "Ever since I performed last Saturday, I've made several new fans. I think that's why Mr...uh, Brother Blood promoted me."

"Nope," Robin said. "It was because of your voice that they promoted you. I was there when Uncle Slade and Blood were discussing it. They were here a few weeks ago, watching the recitals. They decided to promote you because of your 'incredible voice that could make angels cry'," Robin smiled.

"They really said that?" Raven asked, her eyes wide. Robin shrugged.

"Well, Blood did. He sometimes gets over excited," Robin explained. "But it is true, you have the most beautiful voice I've ever heard."

"Thank you. . ." Raven said, feeling herself blush. She knew she wasn't supposed to feel, but. . . this was Robin. Her friend! Surely, she could show some emotion towards him, like before he left. "I really don't know what to say. . ."

"You don't have to," Robin explained. "Besides, if you could make Uncle Slade cry, then your voice has to be good."

"It really made him cry?" Raven asked.

"Once," Robin admitted. "He was alone."

"Yeah, what's up with him?" she asked. "He doesn't exactly fit the description of normal, does he?"

Robin shrugged. "I really don't know, he's just weird like that. I think it has something to do with him being an old army veteran. Don't tell him I told you, but I think Vietnam and Desert Storm messed him up a bit!"

He laughed as Raven smiled weakly. She still didn't let much emotion through, which Robin noticed. "Still suppressing your emotions?" he asked. "You know, you don't have to do that anymore."

"Yes, I do," Raven explained. "I still have far too much pain in my life. If I were to show emotion, any at all, I feel I would explode. I would become a wreck. Maybe someday, I can show my feelings, but not yet. Not yet. . ."

Robin made a motion to comfort her, but his beeper began to ring. Picking it up, he checked it. It read '6:00 - dinner appointment, go now!' Robin sighed. "Raven. . . I have to go, I have a dinner appointment at 6:30, so I have to leave pronto."

"Promise me you will visit again," Raven said, desperate to be able to see her friend again. He smiled back.

"Promise," he said. And with that, he was out the door, slamming it close behind him.

Raven sighed. It would probably always be that way with Robin now. He was rich and famous for being a super-hero. He would probably always be running off somewhere, leaving her behind. But still, Raven liked to see her old friend. Besides him, her only real friend was Star, and. . .

Raven looked up as she realized what time it was. Robin said his appointment was at 6:30, so it must be about 6:00. And that meant. . .

Suddenly, the lights in the room went out. It was pitch black, with the electricity turned off. Raven was expecting this. This happened every night at 6:00 sharp. As she waited for it, the candles around the room lit up as if by magic, just like normal. Raven sat in the middle of her large dressing room, with her door locked. The candles surrounded her, casting shadows across the room. As she sat down, she looked around the room, waiting for the voice. It came.

"INSOLENT BOY, THIS BRAVE YOUNG SUITOR!" sang out the mysterious voice. "TAKING YOUR HAND IN MY DOMAIN!"

Raven relaxed as she heard the beautiful lyrics. This was how she and the Beast communicated. They talked to each other through song, rhyming every other line. Raven loved the Beast's voice. It was deep when he sang, and echoed throughout the room. It was heavenly.

Raven took a deep breath and answered the Beast. "ANGEL OF MUSIC, PLEASE FORGIVE HIM! BOUND TO YOU, MY HEART SHALL REMAIN!"

Raven always referred to the Beast as the Angel of Music. When she was very young, her mother had told her that she had the most beautiful voice, and would tutor Raven. However, Arella always knew that she wouldn't be around forever, so she told Raven of the Angel of Music. She told her daughter that whenever she needed help, the Angel of Music would appear and help her. And Raven believed that she had found him. She believed that the Beast was her Angel of Music.

"LONG-LOST FRIEND, THIS YOUNG MAN MAY BE!"the Beast continued. "BUT REMEMBER THY PLACE INSIDE MY HEART!"

The Beast had told her about his love for her many times before, but he was unsure whether the young girl ever fully understood. He thought that maybe the girl only loved him as a brother, or a sort of cousin. He was unsure as to how far her love for him ran. But he was determined to show her his true feelings for her. And he was determined to make her feel the love back. And tonight was the night for his plane to be unveiled. Tonight was the night. . .

"ANGEL OF MUSIC, PLEASE REVEAL THYSELF!" Raven pleaded. For such a ling time, she longed to see the face of her Angel. She had once seen his form, but he had vanished into thin air before she could reach him. It was almost as if he had transformed into a fly and flew away. "LONG HAVE WAITED TO SEE THY ART!" (AN: Art can occasionally refer to face or appearance in opera-talk)

'Perfect,' The Beast thought. 'Now, for the coup de grace. . .'. Flicking a switch, the Beast grinned triumphantly.

Raven turned to face her mirror. The mirror was six feet tall, and three feet wide. As the Beast hit whatever switch he did, the mirror began to move. With a loud grinding sound, the mirror moved to the left three feet, revealing a large cavernous entrance. Raven gasped as she saw the tunnel appear.

"INTO THIS TUNNEL, THOU SHALL ENTER! ALL OF MY SECRETS SHALL BE REVEALED!" the Beast sang in his loud, booming voice. He was counting on Raven entering the tunnel, to enter his strange abode. He needn't have worried.

"I SHALL FOLLOW, OH ANGEL OF MUSIC! BOUND TO YOUR VOICE, MY HEART IS SEALED!" she sang, inching towards the tunnel. She had to admit, she was rather frightened. She trusted the Beast, but she had never gone anywhere with him before. Much less inside a creepy tunnel that had magically appeared behind her mirror!

However, as the young girl inched forwards, her Angel appeared. The Beast appeared, as if by magic, to stand beside the door. Raven gasped as she saw him. The Beast appeared nothing like many thought. He looked rather. . . normal.

The Beast was dressed in a black jumpsuit, with purple lining down the center. He had a silver belt and purple boots with metal greaves. His hands were covered by gray gloves. Behind him, he had a large red-and-black flowing cape. But his face was the most interesting.

He had a white mask that covered his entire face. The only holes were in the mouth and the eyes, so she could see his beautiful emerald eyes peeking out at her. As the mask extended, the white ended, entering into what looked like green on the sides. The sides and the back of his head were green, as well as his ears. Raven assumed that as part of the mask. She couldn't have been more wrong.

As the Beast appeared, he held out a gloved hand for her to follow. She reached out slowly and accepted the hand, wrapping her fingers around his. She could see the Beast smile as she did this. As he smiled, a small fang poked out of his smile. Raven couldn't help but smile back at it. His emerald eyes glowed with happiness as he lead her down the tunnel.

As the two entered the tunnel, Raven noticed it was made mostly out of stone. The stone was brown and cracked, and Raven could tell it was aged. As they walked down the tunnel, torches began to light magically along as they approached. She gasped in wonder at the torches and tunnel. The Beast only looked ahead, happy she was impressed.

As the tunnel reached an end, they began to walk down a large, winding stone staircase. As they reached the bottom, the Beast offered his hand and Raven accepted it, letting him sweep her from the stairs. He lead the goth girl down another tunnel, and at the end of this one was what looked like a river.

Raven, however, recognized it as the sewers. Normally, she would have been disgusted, but the smell was non-existent. There was no odor, as she expected. The Beast lead her to the water's edge, and Raven saw that there was a boat floating there. Jumping in, the Beast once again offered his hand and Raven took it, carefully letting him guide her into the boat.

As Raven sat down into the boat, the Beast drew a long pole from the edge, and began to use it as a paddle. Sticking it in the water, he would push off, propelling the boat forward. The boat ride amazed Raven.

There she was, random abused goth girl, sitting in a wooden boat, being escorted by a mysterious stranger down an unused sewer river. Yeah, that was weird. Raven looked around, taking it all in. As they passed several other tunnels, torches lit around the catacombs, casting eery shadows across the river. Raven was amazed. How could such a large fortress such as this exist underground? And even more, how had it remained undiscovered?

As they passed tunnel after tunnel, Raven looked back and up at her Angel. The Beast smiled back at her, his fang just poking out of his mouth. His beautiful emerald eyes danced in the light of the flames. Raven smiled weakly back, before realizing what she was doing.

Was she. . . in love with the Beast? Was it possible? She felt the same away around the Beast as she felt around Robin. Did she love them both? Was this even love she was feeling? Raven didn't know, she had never loved anyone before. She didn't even know if she was capable of love.

The boat made an abrupt stop as it hit the end of the river. Raven looked around to see a large chamber before her. The cavern was as large as a story of a building. She saw several desks and chairs placed around the cavern, as well as many objects. There was a bed in the back, and beside it was a large organ. The organ took up much of the cavern, and it looked as if it had been used many times before.

As the boat stopped, the Beast leaped out with the precision of a hawk. He landed on the shore, and offered his hand yet again. Still in amazement, Raven accepted the gloved hand and was gently pulled from out of the boat.

"What. . . is this place?" she asked, turning to the Beast. He smiled at her again, his eyes dancing. When he spoke, it was no longer in song, but in a calm and gentle voice.

"It is my one true home. My humble abode, where I can always return to when I have leave of the surface," he told her, watching as her eyes widened in wonder. "Come, I have much to show you."

Taking her hand, the Beast lead Raven through the room. As she was lead through the cavern, she noticed many objects laying around. She saw various Game Boys and a TV, along with many books laying around. She was amazed to find that this Beast was so much like a normal teenager. Surely, She had expected a mysterious figure, clouded in difference? But, lo and behold, the Beast that haunted the Opera house was just a normal teenager, no different than Robin or Victor. For some reason, the thought filled her with disappointment. She had expected dark and mysterious. But then, she still didn't know the whole story.

"We are here," the Beast said gently, pulling out a key. He unlocked the door before him, and it swung open. As the two entered, Raven let out a gasp.

The room she had entered was entirely devoted to. . .her! Paintings, sculptures, even books with her name on them. Everything in the room was devoted to Raven. She was both flattered and slightly creeped out. As she stared at the paintings and sculptures of herself, she grew suddenly pale.

"Wh–why?" she asked, turning to the Beast. The mysterious young man stared back at her, his eyes filled with happiness. He gave her yet another smile.

"Because I love you," he answered, walking closer to her. Suddenly, the girl grew pale and took a step backward. "Raven?" he asked, concern in his voice.

Raven felt herself stumble backwards as the Beast drew closer. As the blood left her face, Raven felt herself fall into the arms of her secret admirer. The last thing she remembered seeing before she fainted was herself, depicted in yet another painting. And then darkness overcame her vision, and Raven fell into the deep void of unconsciousness.

A/N: Sorry, but it's time to leave you all in suspense here. I hope you all like it, I'm still reciting this from memory, due to lack of a script. But I hope it has been good so far. Sorry if Raven seems kinda OOC, but she doesn't have to act quite as emotionless, seeing that her father isn't a demon in this story.

The next chapter should come out soon, with a bang. Raven discovers the Beast's true identity! Robin gets jealous! And just what is Slade planning? Find out in the next installment of "The Beast of the Opera"!

Mr. T's back and he's takin' names, so you better review! Go on, push the shiny blue button! You know you want too. . .

PEACE OUT!