I stayed up all night and read all of The White Rose. I couldn't believe all the mistakes! Argh, I though I was going to cry. They were so simple, yet it ruined the entire sentence. I actually said naked from the waist down instead of the waist up in chapter fourteen. I thought I was going to die. Dude, I am so gonna be careful when I write the rest of this story. Oh, and by the way, there will be minimal romance in this chapter. Someone pointed out that I was repeating myself, reminding ya'll of things you already knew and how too much romance could get boring, and they were right, so now, this is all new stuff. Of course, since it is me we're talking about, there will be romance but action too. Can't go wrong with the action. Anyways, enjoy! (By the by, this is all about Raven and Beast Boy)


Rain pelted the windows as Raven stared at the dark ceiling, sleep evading her. She had laid here for two hours, bundled in her silk sheets with the fire cracking in the hearth and thoughts whirling inside her brain.

It was clear that the White Rose Killer knew she was undercover, but did he know she was a titan, or merely an undercover officer? And how did he find out that she was undercover at all? Was he part of the police force? Maybe he had friends in high places. Or maybe they just sucked at undercover jobs.

Raven sighed, turning onto her side and holding a pillow to her chest. But they had done nothing that would give them away. They had not used their powers, or called each other fully by their real names, so that ruled out the possibility that they had given themselves away. It had to be either an officer behind it all, or…hell, she didn't know. They were traveling in circles while innocent girls were being plucked off the streets and suffering in the worst way possible.

What if they didn't figure out this case? What if the White Rose Killer got away from them? Raven didn't think she could survive much more of her 'premonitions'. It was hard enough knowing that their lives' were being cut short, but feeling their pain, their fright, was more that Raven could handle. Her emotions were hard to deal with now, and with this new 'power' so to speak, she would be driven to madness. Right now, Beast Boy was the only person keeping her sane.

Damn, she was starting to get tired and the thought of the White Rose Killer was giving her a migraine. With a groan of frustration, Raven closed her eyes and willed herself to sleep.


Raven's muscles tensed when she heard the groan of the floorboards. In the days she had been here, she had never heard that sound at night. Oh, right, Harley was here. It was probably her walking around.

No, that couldn't be Harley. She had to use crutches to get around, so her footsteps would be unbalanced. Raven willed her muscles to relax. It was probably just her imagination playing tricks on her. There was no way anyone could get into her apartment, save for Beast Boy, Twain, Ortega, and Waylin, who all had keys.

The floor groaned again, this time close to her door. Raven jerked up in bed, her eyes trained on the crack beneath the door. She always left the hallway light on and now, a shadow danced beneath the door. Some one was outside in the hallway, in front of her door.

Quickly, Raven turned on her side, her back facing the door just as it creaked open. Her heard thundered in her chest. Who the hell could it be? It wasn't Beast Boy, that she knew for sure. He would have thrown open the door, not cracked it open slowly, so not to make a sound. What if…what if this was the White Rose Killer?

Impossible. He knew not who she was…but what if he did? It was no coincidence that someone had tried to run her down, so…what if he did know? What if he was trying to kill her now, in her own apartment?

Her door shut slowly, cutting off all light. She could feel someone in the room with her. She had no idea where the person was, because her carpet muted all footsteps. So she waited, eyes staring straight ahead, sweat beading her forehead.

Stay calm. Don't panic. Just wait for the right moment. She held her breath.

"I know you're awake, my child." He whispered, and before she could move, she was jerked onto her back, hands shoved roughly above her head, anda man straddling her hips. He slammed a hand against her mouth before she could do anything.

"Make one sound and I'll kill your little boyfriend so fast he won't have time to scream." Raven froze. Dear God, had he been watching her? How did he know about Beast Boy?

"That's it, beautiful, don't move." He removed his hand. "Now, baby, not a word. You do, and your little play toy won't live until tomorrow."

Raven's body shook with fright, but she didn't move. She stared at the figure above her, trying desperately to see who the man was. He was nothing more than a dark shadow and she was positive that a black ski masked concealed his face.

He rummaged around, and she heard the clink of chains. Oh God. That couldn't be handcuffs, could it?

He chuckled. "You know exactly what I'm going to do to you, don't you my pet? Go ahead, you can talk quietly. But scream, and I'm sure you know what will happen."

"You're a sick bastard," she spat, jerking her head away when he ran a long, cold finger down her jaw.

"I know. Now, now, let's not be mad. I promise it won't hurt. Just for you, I'll take things slow."

"Touch me and I'll kill you," she snarled as he cuffed her wrist above her head. She jerked on them instinctively. Sharp pain cut through her wrist.

"Ooh," he chuckled, hooking a finger under the collar of her shirt. "You have quite a temper. You don't know how arousing that truly is."

Before she could say anything else, he shoved a musty-smelling rag into her mouth. Raven though she was about to gag.

Raven felt the soft petals of a rose trail down her neck and closed her eyes. Was this truly how her life was going to end? Raped and murdered by the very man she was trying to catch? No. No, she wouldn't die like this.

"Such a pretty thing you are." He cooed, pulling a long, sharp knife from his sheath at his waist. "I hate to mar such perfect, white skin." The White Rose Killer slid his knife beneath her shirt, slicing the fabric as if it were nothing more that butter. Her fist clenched. She was not going to cry, she was not going to cry.

With one swift movement, he had removed her shirt so she now lay beneath him in nothing more than a bra and pajama bottoms. Soon, even they were ripped from her.

"Such soft skin," he mumbled as he trailed his disgusting, cold hands down her body.

She had to do something. He pulled the gag from her mouth and slammed his mouth down against hers so brutally that he drew blood. Wasting no time, Raven bit his lip as hard as she could. She felt his blood on her mouth as he snapped back with a yelp. He jerked back his arm and slapped her soundly, the sound ringing through her ears as her own blood filled her mouth. But she didn't cry. She just turned to him with a sneer, and spat at him.

Instead of snapping in anger, he chuckled, wiping her blood from his cheek. "Now, now, let's not get a temper."

"Fuck you," Raven snarled, her teeth clenched.

"What a dirty mouth you have, my dear," he said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear when she jerked her head away from his vile touch. "I am starting to lose my patience, my dark one."

"I'm not your anything."

In the darkness, she could tell he shook his head. "Your fire impresses me. You have yet to cry."

"I'll never cry."

"Ah, so you think yourself strong, hmm?" He shifted above her, leaning down to whisper, "I'm sure you thought you were strong when your little boy-toy pushed you out of the way of my truck, Dru Moody. You thought you were off the hook, escaping me as you did." He reached down and jerked off her underwear. Raven closed her eyes tightly, her heart stopping in her chest. She now layvulnerable beneath this bastard, nothing covering her body except the thin film of sweat.

"But now," he bit out, fury lacing his voice, "you're paying for it, aren't you?" He spread her legs sharply, laying himself between them as he fumbled with his zipper. "No one gets away from me, Raven. No one."

Raven screamed as he thrust inside her.


Raven jerked up in bed with a cry at the pain in her lower stomach. It felt like she was being torn apart from the inside and just as she was about to scream out, it disappeared.

Her eyes jerked around her dark room, then down her body. She was still fully clothed in her night clothes, and when she jumped up to examine the bed, there was no blood stains or any sign of rape. The pain in her stomach was gone completely, and not even a throb still existed. Raven ran her tongue through her mouth, yet she tasted no blood.

"It was all a dream. All a damn nightmare." But why did it feel so real? Had she just seen into her own future? Or had her emotions gotten the best of her and put her in the place of his next victim? Maybe that had been it, and she had seen herself being raped instead of his next victim.

But why? Why had it been her that had been raped? And he had said her name, undercover and real. What if that was her future? What if that dream meant that he knew who she was, and that he was out to get her?

Oh God. What if she was next? Calm down, Raven. It probably meant nothing. It was just a nightmare.

But why? her mind taunted. Why did you see yourself instead of the victim? Why would he have said your name if he was raping another girl? When you saw the other victims, it had happened. So what if now, you see future rapes and murders? Now, you see into your own future, your own death.

Raven ran a trembling hand through her hair. Raven tried to talk herself into believing that it had just been a nightmare, a vivid one, but a nightmare nonetheless. It worked for awhile.

But, just to be safe, she needed to talk to Beast Boy. Raven didn't even bother with shoes as she carefully walked out her apartment, taking her keys with her. She had been given an extra key to Beast Boy's apartment, and now, as she fumbled with the lock, she thanked Twain for his clever thinking.

Raven was assaulted by darkness as she opened Beast Boy's door and the numbing cold. Jeez, how did he stand it? It was like walking into a freezer.

Creeping in silently, Raven shut the door and tip-toed to his room…well, at least to the first door she came across. She had no idea what room he chose as his bedroom, so she just picked the first door handle she could get her hands on.

Peering into the first room, Raven caught sight of a large bed, and the lump in the middle of it. Beast Boy. Raven let out a relieved sigh.

"Beast Boy," she whispered, but no response came from the bulge of bed sheets. She repeated his name, only louder. Still, nothing.

She crept in quietly, watching as close as she could for anything that laid on the floor that would cause her to trip. Thankfully, she made it to the bed without any trouble.

"Beast Boy, please. I need to talk to you." When he made no sound, she let out a sound of aggravation, unexpected tears welling up in her throat.

The lump moved slowly, and a head peeked out. "Raven?" Beast Boy muttered sleepily. "What are you doing here?"

"I…I had another dream…"

Suddenly, he seemed wide awake, and reached over to the bedside table to flick on the light.

Raven closed her eyes briefly at the bright light, but her eyes adjusted quickly. She opened them to find him watching her worriedly.

Suddenly, she didn't know what to say. Why had she come here in the first place? Usually, she kept her dreams and nightmares to herself, but now she was coming to him. Things were just getting weirder and weirder.

Raven suppressed a shiver and rubbed her arms to try and get warm. She must look like an idiot, standing there in nothing more than an oversized jersey that skimmed her knees.

"Rae…what happened?"

She watched as he sat up and patted the spot beside him. Hesitantly, she walked to the bed. Why was her heart pounding? What did she expect? For him to grab her in his arms and make love to her? No, she was only here to tell him that she had a feeling that she was to be the next victim. She was not here to let Beast Boy have her.

She sat on the edge of his bed, her arms crossed under her breasts. Beast Boy sighed. "Raven, you're freezing. Would it help if I got up so you could get under the covers?"

"No," she said quietly. "Don't get up." Raven moved to him, sliding under the cotton sheets that were warm with his body heat. He wore nothing but a white shirt and Scooby-Doo boxers, yet his skin was hot against hers.

Still hesitant at being in his bed, Raven folded her hands in her lap and didn't move a muscle. Beast Boy chuckled. "Raven, I won't bite, I promise. You can sit back, or lay down if you want. I'm not going to do anything now."

Raven glanced up at him and felt an unusual tug pull at her heart. She didn't know what it was, but she ignored it just the same as she did her other emotions. Slowly, she leaned back until her head hit the pillow, and couldn't stop the sigh of comfort.

"You bed it more comfortable that mine is," she mumbled as he laid down beside her. His legs accidentally brushed against hers and her heart skipped a beat.

"You can stay in it anytime you want." At the look she gave him, he added "I don't mean like that. I just mean…never mind." He blushed, then changed the subject to more important matters. "Alright, you said you had a dream. Was it another victim?"

"I guess you could say that," she muttered, turning her body so her back faced him. "But…this time…the victim was me."

Just as she expected, he was silent. Then, he said, "What?" His voice was dull, as if he couldn't believe what he heard.

She sighed, gnawing on the inside of her lip. "It was strange. But, like his other victims, I felt everything. I could taste the blood, feel his hands on me, feel the pain, but this time, it was me, not someone else. He was doing those things to me. And he called me Raven."

He said nothing, just laid his hand on her waist. "Rae, are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure. When I woke up, I could still feel the pain, but then it was gone." She turned again to face him, rising up on her elbows to watch his face. "But what if that means that I'm the next victim? I don't know if it was just a dream, or a future glimpse into my own future. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Every time I had those…premonitions, they had already happened. But this one had not happened yet. Maybe I'm jumping to conclusions and taking this way out of proportions. But…I just…it's just scary to think that I might be the next victim."

"You won't be, Raven. At least not while I'm around. He won't come anywhere near you."

She groaned. "But I still have no idea if this is a look into my future or just a dream."

He pulled her head down to kiss her softly. "I wouldn't worry about it now, Raven. As long as I live, he will never touch you, alright?"

Her lips curved. "I'll never have to worry about anything again."

He sighed. "I know you're being sarcastic, but I'm not, Rae. I'm completely serious. I might not be strong like Cyborg or Robin, but I swear I'll die before I let him touch you. It might not be comforting at all, but—Ouch!" Beats Boy rubbed his arm where Raven had pinched him with her long black nails. "What was that for?"

"Of course it's comforting, idiot. I think you have a lower self-esteem then I do."

"It's what happens when you've been made fun of your entire life. Between bashing myself and everyone else adding to the criticism, you lose your self-esteem. But I guess my moment with Terra took what was left of my self-esteem. Wait a sec…talk about a change of subject. Lets get back to the imporant matter."

Raven bit her lip. "There's not really anything else to say about it."

"Your dream? Of course there is. You just told me that you saw your own…rape."

She let out a huff of breath. "Yes, but I don't know if it was a look-into-the-future-thing, or just a nightmare."

"Okay, well…for tonight, lets just go back to sleep and worry about it tomorrow. I can sleep on the couch if you want me to."

She nodded, though was reluctant to get up from the warm comfort of his bed. She forced herself up, pushing the warm covers back and stepping into the cold air. "Why do you keep your apartment so cold?"

"I like to snuggle." She glanced back at him and he blushed. "What? It's just an animal thing."

"Sure." Raven walked out of Beast Boy's apartment with him hot on her heels. But when she got to her door, she froze, Beast Boy running into her back. He steadied her by snaking an arm around her waist. "Jeez, Rae, what's with the brakes?"

But he soon realized why she had stopped so suddenly. Her door was cracked open.

"I shut it before I came to you."

Slowly, with the tip of her finger, Raven pushed her door open. Beast Boy eyes scanned the room from behind Raven. With his animal traits, seeing into the darkness was simple. But, from what he could tell, nothing was out of the ordinary in the main room.

"Was Harley's door closed?" He asked, eyes narrowed against the dark as he gazed at Harley's half-way open door.

"Yeah, but maybe she got up to go to the bathroom or something. Maybe…I don't know. What if I didn't close the front door? I mean, I shut it as softly as I could so I didn't wake her up, and maybe the latch didn't catch or something. I'm just…emotionally unstable right now, so everything seems unusual."

"Well…just incase, I'll go in first."

"My knight in shining armor." But this time, her voice lacked all sarcasm and sounded…sincere. Yeah, right, Beast Boy thought as he walked in silently, heading for her room.

He pushed open her door with one hand. "Now," he said quietly, flipping on the light," why don't you…oh hell." Beast Boy's eyes widened as Raven tried to peek over his large shoulders.

"What? Beast Boy, don't scare me like that. What the hell made you say 'oh hell'?"

Beast Boy moved back slowly for Raven to see. Her heart stopped in her chest. There, on her pillow, the exact one she had laid her head on before going to Beast Boy's, lay a white, un-bloomed rose.

"Dear God."

Suddenly, it hit her. "Harley." The stumbled out of her room and slammed open Harley'sdoor. Harley popped up in bed at the sound, her eyes wide yet unfocused with sleep. "Jesus, what the hell are you doing?"

Beast Boy turned on the light, and Harley closed her eyes with a groan. "I missed something here, didn't I?" Eyes adjusting to the onslaught of light, Harley stared at Raven and Beast Boy's pale face. Their eyes were trained on the pillow beside her head. Slowly, she glanced down, only to find a white, un-bloomed rose.

"Oh God." Harley jumped out of bed the best she could, and pressed herself against the wall as thought ran rampaged through her brain.

"I did see my own future, Beast Boy." Raven stared at the white rose dully. "And he knows exactly who were are."


A'ight, I decided something. I will write bunches of romance, 'cause that's just my forte, but there'll be action, too. I am sorry if you don't like the abundant romance, and I know I'm supposed to please the audience, but, dudes, I need to please myself as well. I'm not a famous writer yet, and I'm just testing my boundaries. So…not to be rude or anything, but…if you don' t like the romance, then you're just out of luck, 'cause one of the main categories is romance. Now, I'll try not to repeat things, but…this is sad…I really only know how to write romance. I'm not to good at suspense or action, and though I have no experience when it comes to the whole romance thing, I'm better at writing it than anything else. So, uh…yeah…

This has nothing to do with the story, but I completely fell in love with the eppie 'Stranded'. That, to me, is the best episode I have ever seen in my entire life! I'm a huge Robin/Starfire fan, and had been hoping that they would, I dunno, admit that they like each other or kissed or something, but 'Stranded' was totally awesome. Now, if the writers don't pair them up in the end of the series, there'll be some serious anger on my part. Well, until next time!