Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans, DC and Warner Brothers do nuf said I think

A/N: WOOO! (does victory dance) we've officially breeched the 30 chapter people! Cheer with me! YAAAHHH!

Wooo! I just had to get that out of my system because this is not officially going to be the longest story I have ever written and you know what? I did a few calculations with this new plot and well … hope you're packed and sitting tight cause it's just going to get longer, but I'm cool with that as long as you guys are.

Anyway!

In this chapter … hmm … this chapter … think it just shows how Raven and Malchior's (gets hit on the head with a broom, by Rorek again)

Rorek: No, no, no! Let the readers figure it out! What good is a story when they already know what to expect before they read it!

Me: That don't mean you have to hit me with a goddamned broom, gimme that, (snatches the broom from Rorek and starts hitting him) How you like it now ya little goodie-two-shoes!

Rorek: AH! HELP! Character abuse! LAWYERS!

(a bunch of lawyers come bursting through the door, cimple snaps the broom and burns all the evidence)

Lawyer One: Are you Cimple that is abusing this character.

Me: I'm cimple alright, but I never abused any characters. I love them all see! (glomps Rorek and squeezes him tight) Love, love, love, love, nothing but love

Rorek: Lies! She burned the evidence!

Lawyer Two: Can you prove it?

Rorek: Look at the bloody fire in the back with a broom disintegrating you idiots! What more proof do you need!

Lawyer Three: Non-disclaimers, wrong proclamation of ownership of your origin.

Me: (looks up to the disclaimer and points with a smug look) I don't own'em, he came her strictly on will power alone

Rorek: WHAT! That's a bloody flamin' goddamned lie!

Lawyer One: Well that solves this case.

Random Judge: (out of no where comes up and slams down the javelin) Cimple is found not guilt of false claims to Teen Titans characters, case closed meeting adjourned.

Rorek: What! Bu-but this is completely absurd! I demand a retrial!

Me: Too late! Raven! Malchior! You're up and make it good!

Raven: I hate you

Me: I love you to.

Malchior: (growls warningly)

Me: (sweat-drops) What? I meant in a completely platonic way!

Malchior: You better hope it's just that.

Me: Insecure little lizard.

X: Now you know how I feel.

Me: Whatever, enjoy the story guys!

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Dragon Stories

Dear Mother, Raven scowled and crumbled up the parchment she had been writing on and threw it into her small trashcan next to her dresser. Taking out another piece of parchment she dipped her quill pen within the jar and put it to the paper, Dear … Arella … Arella … but she's my mother! Shouldn't I write down mother instead of Arella? Grr! Growling, the frustrated sorceress once again crumbled up the parchment and tossed it. Missing the trashcan all together she gritted her teeth and leaned her elbow on the dresser. Clawing through her hair she looked up to her mirror and stared at her reflection for a moment before a flash of red caught her eyes at the corner of her mirror.

It was a digital clock that Beast Boy had bought her as a joke.

Though she missed the punch line of said joke, she still used it.

It read 12:56 … nearly one in the morning … shaking her head Raven pulled away from her dresser and stood up holding herself she paced her room. A shiver going up her spine as the cold loneliness of the room pierced her skin … though she'd never know it was loneliness that caused her to shiver until later in her life. The sorceress sighed and ran her hands through her violet hair, thinking to herself: I can't think … why? Something as simple as a stupid letter should be easy enough for me to write. So why can't I put the right words down?

Baffled, Raven stopped in her pacing and stared at her reflection once more. Dressed in nothing but a dark blue sports bra and black loose sweat pants, she scowled and rolled her eyes when she meet a conclusion … though … she denied it, "I'm not worried about Malchior … it's ludicrous! He's a damn dragon! He can very much take care of himself! There's nothing there for me to worry about."

With a nod of her head she convinced herself and walked to her bed, Maybe I should go to sleep … walking to the side of her bed where the bay window was located. Raven huffed and plopped herself upon her sheets, never bothering to cover herself and closing her violet eyes she forced herself to sleep or think about the letter, Dear Arella … or Mother … which should I put? I hardly ever called her mother, as I got older so why should I change? Okay … so it's: Dear Arella … after that … then what? Frowning, Raven tossed on her bed and clenched her eyes shut forcing her self to concentrate, but concentration was in short supply

Sitting up to glare at her door, Okay … so … it's Dear … Arella … This should come as a surprise that I have suddenly decided to write to you out of the blue, but it would seem that I have in need of your assistance … Raven nodded and jumped to her feet rushing to her dressing she immediately jotted down the words on a clean sheet of parchment and stopped to think again. Yet when she looked at her reflection she growled when nothing came to her train of thought, Come on! Think! … Need of you assistance … what comes after that?

Again putting the quill down she paced the room and another chill shot up her spin, glaring at her door she defiantly snorted at it, I'm not going to him, I'm not. Hell. No. That's what she told herself, but as she thought it over through her head the rest of the letter was eluding her just as the reason why her body temperature couldn't make up its damn mind!

One moment she's hot as all hell, then the next she was cold! Which was it!

The letter Raven! It needs to be written least Azalon gets into even bigger trouble! Okay … uh-um … should I mention Ellris or not? I don't want them to panic … Ellris … Raven groaned and shot a hand through her violet hair, grabbing a hand full and slightly tugging on it, not believing that she was letting Malchior get to her! Again! He always could! Even if he wasn't trying he was always there, and she was always caught! She couldn't run from him even if she tried!

Like she had come to the conclusion last night … he was her captor and she was his captive. From her mother's line she had been born into a lineage of slaves and servants … so it as almost ironic when she left Azarath to escape such a fate, only to become a dragon's … what was it Malchior called it? A Favorite? Raven scoffed, The term servant better fits that description. Even still with that thought, Raven couldn't take it, Malchior's past was too much intriguing to her.

She had to know whether he was still bothered by it … if he fears his father just as much as she does her own. It was an itching burning question for her: Could a dragon feel, much less fear and be sadden by death? That could explain why he halved his heart with Rorek … he never did explain why he did it in the first place … with that in her mind, Raven convinced herself that she was just going to his room in order to get some answers and that was IT. Walking up to her door she slid it open just a crack enough for her to slither out of, but stopped halfway when a thought hit her, Wait … why risk getting caught … when I could just use the way into my Library, it's just right over Robin's Observation Room …

It was smarter to use it; it'll take her right into the East Wing of Titan Tower without having to walk by Rorek, Kenneth, Beast Boy, and even Cyborg's room. Then once she gets to the East Wing she'd have to worry about Starfire and Robin … but most likely Robin because he was the lightest sleep next to her in Titan Tower. Raven raised a brow at the mention of so many obstacles just to get from the West to the East … somehow, Raven just had a feeling she was set up … or was it Malchior Robin had planned the arrangement for?

Either way the sorceress was getting to the dragon no matter what tonight.

Back inside her room she walked to her archives and remembered the book she'd have to pull in order to get to her secret library. Pulling it, the shelf shuttered as it moved back then slightly to the right in order to allow her entrance into the hall parallel to the outside hall. Once inside the narrow-one-person-only-fit, Raven looked back and watched the shelf shutter back into place with a soft thump. Hidden, the sorceress stopped and closed her eyes letting her demon blood rise ever so slightly in order to adjust to the darkness of the hall.

She reopened her violet orbs, her eyes suddenly narrowed and her pupils turned cat-slit and wide to suck in what little light there was in order to see in the dark, but it worked like a charm! Seeing as if it were daylight itself Raven weaved her way through the hall and slithered into a crack to her left to enter her secret library. Smiling ever so slightly when she remembered the sturdy table Malchior, Rorek, and Kenneth had fallen on earlier in their meeting while they were running from the elves. It was funny to know that they – as in her self and the three guys – were still intact.

In the middle of her library she stood and levitating she phased through the ceiling and up into Robin's Observation Room, glad that the human was asleep for once she quickly made her way to the door and slid it open a crack. Slipping through she looked down one side of the hall and knew Starfire's was somewhere to the right, and to the left was Robin's … so where would Malchior's room be?

Raven put herself in Robin's shoes for a moment, but it ended up being her demon blood to find the powerful dragon lurking just a little towards Robin's room. You're too predictable Robin … she sighed quietly and floated closer to Robin's room to her left, but stopped when she came to a door that housed the dragon. Bringing her fist to the door she rapped on it lightly not wanting to awaken Robin, but shivering and biting down on her tongue in order to suppress a hiss when she felt Malchior's presences so strongly behind the metal wall that hissed open.

With thoughts that were so far off into space that it was impossible to comedown unless shot. The moment he saw Raven he was shot straight back into Earth's atmosphere and into his head once more, her violet eyes slit and narrowed he raised a brow at it and looked back and forth down the hall. Was this some kind of joke? Raven coming to see him? It wasn't like he was complaining about it, he was just … suspicious, and she'd never see him at such a late night on a whim unless she had something he had from her.

"Malchior …" she said his name and trained herself to concentrate more on the problem rather then his half dressed state. Wearing just his sleeping pants leaving his lean upper body exposed to the world, Raven refused to be embarrassed and looked up to his dark eyes and suddenly, her nerve had just flown out the window. She was at Malchior's room in the middle of the night! That was so NOT a Raven thing to do! "… I'm sorry … did I disturb you from anything?"

"Disturbed me love? Of course not." Malchior chuckled and shook his head, moving away from the frame of the door and allowing her to enter, "In fact I think your … surprise visit is just what I need … I know I'm nocturnal, but sleep eludes me for tonight. I'm guessing the same goes for you?"

Ravens looked around his room and found her left hand gripping her right arm, rubbing it up and down to sooth and calm herself down her back to Malchior as she shrugged. Appearing fine on the outside but on the inside she was about to burst with her broken nerves! Yet with a surprisingly sturdy voice she said distantly, "Something like that …"

Tense.

She was so tense and Malchior could feel it without even trying.

In fact, she looked ready to bolt right out the window with the way she stood. Stiff and still, to others that didn't bother to observe her stance she would just look like she was cold, but he knew. She was nervous and insecure in his room, for obvious reasons, he wasn't stupid. Well, he wasn't going to keep her like that, walking passed her to his bed he plopped on it and scooted to the wall so his back was against it, patting the spot next to him he urged her to sit with him, "Come, and you can tell me why you can't sleep, then I'll tell you mines."

Raven didn't know … but there were no chairs for her to sit on and she sighed … she really didn't have a choice. Uneasy she walked to his bed and crawled to the spot next to him, tensing when he slithered an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close he whispered reassuringly, "Don't be so worried love, it's just me."

"Yeah …" Raven snorted and rolled eyes, Malchior smirked, whatever emotion she was feeling other then nervousness about him was fine, just as long as she was comfortable, "… just you."

"Don't be so cruel," Malchior kissed the side of her head, "I wasn't the one that came to me in the middle of the night, why did you in the first place?"

"You," Raven nearly slapped herself for being so blunt … of course her personality was blunt and harsh reality of truth, but something like this required a bit more finesse.

Malchior chuckled, "Me? What about me?"

Might as well since you just messed up the setting Raven, Raven growled at herself, then pulled away from Malchior, getting up to her knees she sat back and faced him seriously. Her violet slit eyes giving her a dangerous look, like she'd pounce him at any second – pun intended. The dragon raised a brow and tilted his head when she took a deep breath and directed her eyes to the bed; "Malchior … about your explanation earlier … would you mind telling me – in detail – what really happened? I'll understand if you don't want to … but … I don't know … I guess I was just – uh … um … I don't know."

"You were worried about me …" Malchior pieced her stutter together and smiled when Raven looked up to him and opened her mouth to protest, but immediately shut it as a second thought and nodded discreetly. Her silence being more for his smile rather then the second thought … she'd never seen Malchior smile so … so lovingly, charmingly without a dark thought crossing the back of his mind. He seemed almost innocent and Raven felt a strange pain hit her heart … it didn't hurt like: oh-my-god-I'm-going-to-die, it hurt like Cupid had once more struck her point center at her heart. It felt like … she was falling in love with the dragon all over again.

Malchior laughed softly as he reached out and wrapped a hand around her wrist pulling her gently towards him. She followed without protest and found herself resting her head on his lap with his claws weaving in and out of her silky violet hair. The dragon sighed and leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes, "Honestly Raven … that's the reason I couldn't sleep to begin with … you shouldn't be loosing sleep because of me, I'm not worth it."

Raven scowled softly and glared up at him, "Don't even start with me on that. Because of you I've hardly ever slept at all … all because … well, we don't really need to go back there, now do we?"

Malchior looked down at her and smirked, his fang poking out of his lips, "Nope, we don't … but, what do you want to know about me … or about my past, I'll tell you everything you ask."

"Okay then …" Raven said in a challenging tone and asked carefully, "tell me why you don't call yourself a prince if you're the son of the Grandmaster?"

"Ooo …" Malchior glared playfully at Raven, "I'm not sure if you want to here that one … it has to do with Dragon Belief and order … before my father had died."

"Died?" Raven sat up and gave Malchior an odd look, "but he's still alive and if I'm not mistaken not a Shadow Dragon either."

Malchior shrugged, "Yes, and no … he is dead because he can cross the dimensions of the spirit realm into Hell, Purgatory, and Earth … he's a special kind of Shadow Dragon, a Hellborn because he had given half his heart to a demon, so he can keep his soul. You see, when a dragon dies … it's different, I hardly understood why myself, but it has to do with the balance of our deeds done while we still walk the realm of the living. We're judged with how much good we do in the world verses how much evil is weighed in our hearts. Once we die and our evil out weighs our good then our souls vanish … it'll be like we never even existed. Yet … if it's the opposite, then … well … paradise I guess. It's not uncommon for a dragon to fear death, because we have much to loose, Ellris was no different and that's why I consider him dead … because before I ever hatched my mother had told me he was killed while he horded a royal human ship."

"Horded?" Raven raised a brow, "You mean … stole? What could a human have that a dragon wants?"

"Riches, gold, jewels," Malchior smirked, "precious metals are considered a real treat for dragons … it's not only beautiful and shiny, but it tastes good to."

Raven jerked her head back, "You eat those things?"

Malchior blinked innocently, "What? It tastes like rock candy."

"Oookay …" Raven sneered and shook her head trying to hold back a laugh as she imagined Malchior wolfing down a bunch of gold piece and getting sick because he ate too fast. Clearing her throat she sat back and shrugged, "So … why aren't you considered a prince?"

"Because my mother died," Malchior sighed, "she was the only that was struggling to hold my title until I came of age and I'd become the next Grandmaster … but because she died and I was alone every other drake and dragoness feared I would be just like my father so I was thrown aside and someone else took the throne. You see, my father was never a good leader … it was only my mother that thought of the safety of the clan."

Raven scooted closer to Malchior, "Your mother sounded like a great woman – er – dragoness … she must have held a high rank in the clan … didn't she?"

Malchior nodded, "The females of the clan are treated with as much respect as the males if not more because they are the ones that bare the continuance of our race. Especially those that can lay a large clutch … like my mother, I not only had three sisters, but three brothers, I was the smallest of the brothers. Anyway the females are the ones that first introduced the dragons to the human's magic and specialized weapons that could kill us off. I remember there was a time my mother as she taught me magic did it in secret … magic was only reserved for the females, never the males. Don't know why."

"Wait a minute …" Raven narrowed her already narrowed violet slits and questioned, "You had three brothers? What happened to them?"

"I killed them," he said with no remorse, no hesitation … in fact … no feeling at all! Saying it as if it was an every day thing, Malchior knew she'd want answers to that as well and sighed, "Don't look so frightened love … it's just the way dragon instincts work. Though I highly doubt we benefit from it, but when there is more then one male in the clutch it's instinct that we should kill off any challenge. I just so happened to be the strongest and smartest … not surprising considering I was the only Black Diamond on the shelf, the same as Ellris. A Black Diamond is just a name given to the name of the color of scales you have. If you're red: Ruby Dragon, blue: Sapphire, yellow: Topaz, etc, etc."

Raven scoffed, "Violent much."

"Not if you know how to control it," Malchior grinned, "and I'm in perfect control."

The sorceress sneered mockingly and yawned, "Sure you are … but I guess … Ellris came back from hell and decided to take back the throne … which resulted in you being a cast away. Huh?"

She was falling asleep, it was a dead give away when she suddenly rested her head on his pillow, Malchior nodded and took a spot behind her. Wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against him. Raven hardly fought as Malchior sighed, "Yeah. Anything else you'd like to know? Or would you rather save it for tomorrow?"

"One more question …" Raven drifted.

Malchior kissed the back of her head, "What?"

"…"

"…Raven?"

"… Do you fear Ellris?"

"… What …?" Malchior blinked and stared down at the drifting Raven.

The sorceress sighed and snuggled closer shivering at the chill of the night and looking for warm she frowned and repeated quietly, "… Ellris … do you … fear your … father …?"

Fear?

Malchior wasn't sure … he feared death, that he had already confessed to Raven cryptically telling her that it wasn't uncommon for dragon's to fear death … but his father? Did he fear him? The answer … Malchior figured would have to wait till tomorrow, because Raven had already fallen into the darkness of her mind that is sleep.

((--The Next Day--))

((--Late Afternoon--))

"Cyborg, what time is it?" Robin asked coming into the fully loaded Ops Room from his Observation Room. Cyborg versing – surprise – Kenneth in a video game and loosing growled and paused the game.

Kenneth scoffed, "WHOA! What the – hey man! I was winning!"

Cyborg scowled, "Yeah right, what you say Robin?"

Robin glared at Cyborg, repeating himself though not liking a thing about it, "I asked, what time it is."

"1:57," Rorek mentioned, sitting at the counter and playing a card game with Beast Boy answered, and looked up to Robin, "Why?"

The Titan leader frowned and shook his head, "It's Raven, have either of you guys seen her all day?"

Starfire, holding Silky and cuddling him (her?) lovingly smiled at Robin, "I am sure it is as you've said before Friend Robin, Friend Raven is probably in her room not wanting to be disturbed, I believe she is conducting the meditation."

Robin gave Starfire a blank look, "Star, Raven didn't even come down for breakfast and lunch is ticking away, come to think of it, where's Malchior?"

At this Rorek slightly hesitated in his movements to drop a card, but resumed unfazed as he answered with a shrug, "Probably sleeping, he's a dragon, a nocturnal creature. You never know."

"So … no one's seen Raven or Malchior?" Robin asked his suspicion growing and growing with every passing second.

Kenneth snickered as he took a sharp right in the racing game "Need for Speed: Underground" against Cyborg and broke through the hole the hybrid made for him and pressed his nitrous to continue down the road and pass the finish line. Winning the race officially, turning to Robin he smirked sinisterly, "Suspicious ain't it? AH!"

The human suddenly doubled over and clenched his head in pain when a sharp migraine like feeling stabbed through his mind, but he knew it wasn't migraine, it was the mystic Rorek when the wizard growled in his head, "Say no more Kenneth, it is left to Miss Raven and Malchior alone to tell the others of their courting. I'll tie you, gag you, and lock you in a closet if you so much as stuff ideas in the human's head and I never make idle threats Kenneth you know this."

"Fuck you man," Kenneth hissed to himself and got to his feet, glaring at Rorek he switched his fiery amber eyes to Robin that was thoughtfully staring at the ground and snorted, Stupid kid better get a clue. Making his way to the kitchen the thief discreetly grabbed the bottom of Rorek's stool and spun him out. The wizard cried out when he dropped to the ground and his cards went flying in the air. Kenneth snickered, "Now I feel better."

Rorek glared at Kenneth and got to his feet, dusting off his sleeves as Beast Boy asked curiously, "Dude, you okay?"

The wizard snorted at the thief, "Immature whelp."

"Snotty little princess," Kenneth shot back.

"Overrated thief." Rorek growled.

"Preppy dork."

"Pathetic street urchin."

"Yo momma's a street urchin," Kenneth scoffed.

Rorek jerked his head back not fully understanding the insult as he scowled, "Excuse me, but I'd like it very much if you'd leave my mother out of this."

"Oh yeah?" Kenneth grinned, "Yo momma's so old that when I asked her, her age the bitch fell over and died."

Beast Boy snickered, "Awesome, yo momma jokes!"

Rorek gave Kenneth and Beast Boy odd looks, "Joking about one's mother is funny? Especially in the manner Kenneth does it? For your information my mother's already dead."

Both Beast Boy and Kenneth smacked their foreheads and laughed at Rorek's naivety, the wizard raised a brow at the two and shook his head, looking off to Cyborg that had dropped to the floor laughing as well. Rorek looked around for Starfire and Robin, he found Starfire and she was walking Silky around the Ops Room, Robin was nowhere in sight. Not quite sure if that was a bad thing or not Rorek shrugged and glared at the laughing three, "I don't see what in the world is so funny about my mother! You lot don't even know her!"

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Robin made his way through the West Wing of the Tower and stopped in front of Raven's room, knocking on it he called out to her, "Raven, it's Robin. Is everything okay in there?"

No response.

Robin narrowed his eyes and glared tilt head at the door, knocking again he asked again, "Raven … are you even in there?"

Once again, no response, sighing Robin cracked the lock of the room and had the door slid open upon command. Revealing to him her dark room, he frowned when he saw she was no where to be seen, of course there was a disturbed pad of parchment and her sheets were rustled as if someone had slept on it … but that certain someone wasn't to be seen. Closing the door and stepping back for a moment Robin stared at the ground in wonder, where could Raven be if she wasn't in her room?

"Robin?"

Robin looked up from staring at the floor to his left and gaped when he saw Raven … but … she was different. For one she wasn't in her usual uniform, but in a form fitting dark blue sports bra and black sweat pants, but what caught Robin's eye was her hair. It wasn't short anymore … but it was long … longer then Starfire's! Resting right above her thighs, he even noticed her eyes were more narrowed and cat slit, but as he looked for even more changes in her appearance he saw her nails were long. Claw length long like Malchior's.

"Raven?" Robin blinked and walked up to her, "Wha-what happened? You're hair …"

"It's okay," she shook her head, "my father has nothing to do with it … it's just … I let my demon blood last night flow for too long and well, this is actually how a half breed like me is supposed to look like if I don't tame it. Don't be afraid."

Robin raised a brow, "Raven, I'm not afraid … it's just … can you go back to your original self? I mean, if you want to that is."

Raven shrugged, "Maybe … if I tried … but I have to get back to writing the letter for my mother. So, excuse me."

"Hold on," Robin grabbed her arm to stop her, and Raven gritted her teeth, feeling her demon blood boiling at his touch she gulped it down and closed her tinting eyes bracing her violent side she turned to Robin when he asked suspiciously, "So what's going on? How come we've missed you for half the day?"

"Meditation Chamber … I needed to sort a few things out," Raven gulped and yanked her arm back away from Robin that saw her reply as off, she answered too quickly.

"So … you're alright now?"

"Obviously or I wouldn't have been out yet now would?" Raven sneered sarcastically and turned to make her way back to her room, leaving Robin to stare after her in worry. Raven was acting very oddly lately and he'd bet his soul it had something to do with Malchior. Meditation Chamber my ass … I knew she was with Malchior … damn Raven, Robin scowled disappointingly and walked back to the Ops Room, decided to deal with her and Malchior later. He shook his head and sighed, I hope you know what you're doing. I really do.

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Robin: (glares at Malchior) I never liked you

Malchior: Feelings mutual, even though I don't know what your problem is

Rorek: Let us have peace gentlemen, fighting never got anyone anywhere

X: Get off the set happy-boy.

Me: Hey, leave Rorek alone alright, he can't help to be a nice guy, it's his character.

Rorek: Get the bloody hell away from me

Me: geez the thanks I get for trying to back you up, fine, be that way. l8er daez readers, reviews, friends, whatever it is you'd like to call yourself! Ooo, and by the way I got like a week and a half left of school! YAHY!