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First of all: Thank you so much for those of you who read and reviewed and put my story on alert. I appreciate that.

I hope you enjoy next chapter of Beneath a Coffin lid. Where stuff happens :3 ... it's not just Raven being all angsty and shiz like that over a nightmare.

And with that, I introduce the 5 pages long chapter 1:

1: The wooden stake

In those first few seconds after her discovery, the only thing Raven thought about was to get away. Away from the blood pool forming on the mattress beneath her, away from the blood staining her hand, gathering in small clots under her nails... She was so desperate she even wanted to desert her own body, just to get away from the lukewarm blanket the blood covered her with. The mage shivered in disgust and tears mixed with the blood flowing down her neck, adding to the sticky effect.

Unlike what some people may think, with Raven being both an international crime-fighter and the child of a sadistic demon, she wasn't used to the sight of blood. She had hardly ever seen blood before in her life. And she had never seen it in this amount, smeared all over her body after having a nightmare about vampires. The moonlight fell on her small frame, bathing her in a ghostly glow, almost making the dark red stains on her bed cloth seem greenish silver, like fish scales.

First Raven's brain tried to come up with a logical reason to where all this blood came from (there surely couldn't be this much blood inside one person) and she came to the conclusion that she had scratched herself. After all, when was the last time she had cut her nails?

With a frantic smile on her lips, panting heavily the sorceress nodded, tears still streaming from her eyes. Yes, she had scratched herself. Of course that was it...

Suddenly Raven's eye registered a movement in the shadows outside the window. She froze. Her breathing stopped. Instantly the room became dead silent. Not even the wind outside could be heard now. As ice-cold fear snaked slowly through her veins and up her spine, Raven got silently up from the bed and waited until she was sure the movement was no longer. With her heart stuck in her throat she grabbed the handle to the window. Beads of sweat rolled down her back as she pressed the handle down. But she had to find out. She just had to...

Slightly panting she pushed open the window and gasped slightly as cold, clean night air blew against her face. It was nice and refreshing. She closed her eyes silently.

Silence.

She opened them again, looking first to the right and then to the left. Nothing but stars and cobalt night skies as far as the eye could see.

Silence.

Raven allowed herself to smile, and sighed peacefully. Now all she had to do was to heal her wound and get rid of all the blood and then she would be able to go back to bed...

"Look up." a boy's voice sounded from above her head.

Silence.

Raven's blood instantly ran cold in her veins, turning her blood-stream into a river of ice. Silently, silently she turned her head so much that she could look up over her shoulder. And there, on the cornice above her, almost like a gargoyle sat a boy a few years older than her, a pair of grey-brown bat-wings emitting from his shoulder blades. He bared his fangs in a malicious smile. They were covered in blood. - Raven's blood.

"Looking for me?" he asked innocently and cocked his head to one side, making small drops of Raven's blood trickle down his chin from the corner of his mouth.

She screamed.

With a battle cry he jumped her and they stumbled backwards into her room, landing on the floor, Raven underneath. She was quick to shoot him off her with an explosion of her black magic and the creature was slung across the room, slammed into the wall and then fell to the floor, landing face down.

Heavily panting Raven got on all four.

"That should take him out," she thought, still shocked, "a vampire..."

A low chuckle from beside her bed got Raven to turn her head. The vampire was getting on all four just like herself, except he didn't have a scratch, as if Raven's attack never had got to him at all. Raven's eye widened. She was covered in blood and bruises, but the vampire hadn't even broken a sweat yet.

"Your magic doesn't work on me, little girl..." he smirked.

Raven got ready to shoot another black beam at him but before she even got to blink he was over her, causing Raven to shriek in surprise. He straddled her stomach, his knees on either side of her chest. The terrified girl beneath him screamed and kicked but he merely grabbed her wrists and nailed her to the floor, a knowing smile on his face. She looked up at him with fear her eyes shining with tears, pleading for him not to... He smiled triumphantly and leaned down over her bared throat.

"Relax," he coaxed hypnotically against her blood-spattered skin, "It's just two small pricks... lie still and we might even- AUGH!"

"Get off me!!!"

Raven had managed to wriggle one of her arms free of his grip and her fist collided with his pale face, cutting him off. He was thrown off her and resting on her elbows, Raven watched as he rolled on to his back, groaning. She smirked triumphantly. This time it wasn't only her blood that adorned his lower lip.

"Stupid wench!" he hissed, his hands immediately coming up to cover his face.

A flock of endorphins rushed to her brain, and she gave a "HA!" in victory, although to him it probably just sounded like a rattling gasp.

In the time he was on his back out of action, Raven briefly went through her knowledge about vampires. Apparently her magic had no greater impact on him so she had to rely on what she had read about vampires instead. He had to bite her three times before turning her into a vampire, which meant she had two bites left.

How did you kill a vampire?

Raven vaguely remembered something about garlic, but there was no way she was leaving that monster's side to go search for a strange vegetable they maybe didn't even have in the kitchen.

Sunlight?

Yeah riiiiiiight... sunlight at 1 a.m.

A stake through the heart... Raven was brought back to reality as the vampire sat up groaning, shaking his head slowly. In a matter of seconds he would throw himself upon her and bore his razor-sharp teeth down into her throat...

The mage clenched her fists.

Oh, hell no.

Even before her brain had sent the message to her legs, she was on her feet, and in those few seconds the vampire was still recoiling, she shot up from the floor and snatched a pair of scissors from her desk. Shouting she threw herself upon him with a menacing look in her eyes, the point of the scissor bared and ready for attack. The vampire's eyes widened and he rolled aside seconds before the pair of scissors would have pierced his heart. Now instead of his chest, Raven speared the carpet. Before she even got to blink, his foot met with her back bone, all his fury being laid into that one kick, making her do a forward roll, landing hard on her back with a groan, and once again he straddled her stomach.

His green eyes met with her lavender and gave her a silent threat of a very painful death – If she was so lucky that he would stop at simply killing her. He had her wrists in an iron grip and before she got any more fancy ideas he plunged his fangs into her throat. Raven moaned in agony and burning tears ran from eyes closed tightly as the warm liquid trickled down her neck with renewed force. That seemed to calm the vampire down upon seeing the red blood flowing freely and he loosened his grip on her slightly. Raven's eyes shot open at this and with newfound strength she screamed her mantra and slung him away from her in an explosion of blackness.

Staring up into the ceiling for a few instants Raven panted. That attack had cost her a lot of valuable energy, but hopefully it would affect him a little more than her first attempt. She heard the beast's moans from across the room and slowly, a bit swaying she got to her feet. Through half-closed eyes she saw the beast get to his feet sitting in a crouching position, staring ominously (and surprised) at her. She saw his lips move and heard an indistinct shout. He jumped towards her, and in a weak attempt to protect herself just one last time she positioned the pair of scissors in front of her chest pointing outwards from her, his teeth inches from her throat. He seized her upper arms and she felt the tip of his needle-sharp fangs stroke against the material on her shoulder. She closed her eyes and prepared herself for what she knew was inevitably coming next...

"Thwack!!!"

The vampire uttered something between a rattling groan and a surprised gasp and she registered the pressure of his teeth in her shoulder disappear. Strange... why was her chest suddenly so warm? It felt as if someone was pouring tea down her uniform... Was she still bleeding that much?

Raven's eyes shot open. Breathless she stared down herself, not fully understanding what had just happened. The pair of scissors was no longer clutched tightly in her bloody hands. With eyes wide with surprise she looked at the vampire who simply stared incredulously back at her. His breath was coming in small jagged huffs and his emerald eyes flickered insanely around like a wild animal caught in a hunter's trap. Then she saw it. Sticking out from his chest, the place where his heart was supposed to be, was a normally silver-shining pair of scissors. Now they were nothing but shiny scarlet. Her eyes instantly widened even more and her jaw dropped.

For a minute they both stood panting heavily exhausted from their fight, simply staring at the pair of scissors sitting in his chest. Then Raven looked up again and saw that this time the vampire was smiling maliciously at her, a low chuckling coming from his throat.

"Well, you've got guts I'll give you that..." hoarse rattling sounds (the monster's laughter, Raven assumed) came from his throat, and blood was now running from his mouth.

The sorceress gave a little shriek and took a step back. Why wasn't he dead?! Her mouth opened and closed alternately since she kept stumbling over her own words.

He chuckled again and with a slow, sickening wet noise he grabbed the handle of the pair of scissors and started pulling out. Raven looked away in disgust as the scissor was removed and new blood spurted from his chest. Out over her. She forced back the want to throw up. There couldn't be this much blood inside one person. There just couldn't...

On the edge of a nervous breakdown she looked at him, fearing for what he'd do now, but the boy merely held up the blood-soaked pair of scissors in front of him, waving it a little from side to side as if he was trying to hypnotize both himself and Raven.

"But y'know these things have to be made of wood..." his voice was so laced with malice Raven could almost feel it in the air.

"And you know what the best thing is?" his eyes flashed devilishly. He laughed again, and this time blood spluttered out over Raven when he burst into a coughing fit. As if nothing had happened he reached out his free hand to touch her shoulder. Raven shied from his hand with a gasp, but his fingers still trailed lightly over the fresh bite-marks, making Raven hiss in pain. His fingers glided lightly over the torn material on her uniform, along with the fresh scratches his fangs had left on her. - Poking at her nerve endings.

When the worst waves of that itching, stinging feeling had vanished Raven opened her eyes – which had been squeezed shot in ache – and looked at him with big eyes.

Was he saying that he...

"No..." she whispered, her voice trailing off.

He had succeeded. Now she was a...

Oh god...

His psychopathic smile turned even wider for a little while and he looked down at himself again. With surprise in his eyes he watched as blood flowed from the nasty wound the scissors had left on him. He hadn't expected that to happen. Raven could do nothing but merely stand and stare at him.

Oh god. Ohgodohgodohgod...

He looked up again and though he was still smiling, cold fury now shone in his eyes.

"Ugh..." he snorted annoyed, "Why did you do that? Now I can't take you with me..."

Raven clenched her fists and bared her teeth in an animalistic growl.

"And what exactly makes you think I want to go with you?"

He stared surprised at the sorceress at hearing her use more than three words in a row on him. So she could talk after all... Her comment was met with another snicker.

"I'd like to see you survive without me..." his eyes flashed with a spark of revelation, "but I guess you'll just have to-"

Another coughing fit. Raven noticed how his figure almost seemed to shrink before her very eyes. Just because that stab to his heart hadn't killed him, didn't mean that it wasn't serious.

"Ha!" Raven thought mockingly, too weakened to say much, "you can't even take care of yourself..."

"And I'll be back to pick up what's left of you as soon as I've handled this little problem..." again he held up the pair of scissors in front of their faces and dangled it forth and back like a pendulum. Raven clenched her fists harder and set her teeth.

"I will never-" Raven froze. A sudden pain starting somewhere in her chest spread out through her arms and down through her stomach. For a minute she actually thought she forgot how to breathe. "- ngh... never..."

Slowly Raven sank to her knees as she felt all strength being drained from her body. She kept staring up at the vampire, not losing his gaze for one second, even when she fell to the floor, landing on her side.

"Ye-es?" he asked smugly his green eyes glinting mischievously as he stared down at her. By the look on his face it would seem that the scene taking place before him was taking place according to plan.

A wave of darkness washed through her skull, turning her vision black for several seconds. Convulsions washed over her body and her wounds started bleeding again. In heart-clenching panic Raven felt the warm liquid flow from her neck and shoulder, forming a red pillow under her head, just like in her nightmare. She coughed manically and tasted the metallic taste of blood in her mouth.

"I'm having a seizure," she though panicking. "Oh god somebody call an ambulance, I'm having a seizure..."

The demonic being knelt down beside her and almost lovingly stroke away a few strands of purple hair that stuck to her forehead, sticky because of the blood. Raven set her teeth.

If... only... she could... nghg... move...

"We'll call this a draw then I guess?"

Not being able to do much more, Raven uttered a growling sound and shot him a look of pure hatred. She wanted to keep staring him down - or, up actually - but soon the blackouts became so frequent that she started counting the small moments when she was conscious instead.

The vampire smiled and got up. He was panting heavily and completely covered in blood, but he was satisfied.

The boy waited until the girl beside him stopped shaking in cramps and the spark in her glare died. Her lips were frozen in a scream and the look in her amethyst orbs was frantic and panicking. If only she hadn't stabbed him he would have been able to fly away with her but now... His eyes glistened maliciously in the blackness of the night. He was sure that tomorrow when the first sunbeams hit her, she would regret what she had done. When she almost attacked her friends she would be so sorry... He almost wished he could stay and watch the battle of her self-control vs. the vampire soul in her unfold, but his wound needed care. Staggering a bit he walked over to the window and flew soundlessly (besides a few groans of exhaustion and pain) through the night.

That little witch would soon regret that she had stabbed him. That much he knew.

He snickered darkly to himself.

He just hoped that it would be her and not a pile of dust he would find when returning in a few days...

And now you're all probably:

"WTF?! She screamed, slammed him into a fecking wall, and the floor and still none of the other Titans woke up?! What's up with that?!"

Well I didn't bother... is that a bad thing? Semi-bad? Wasn't a problem until I mentioned it?

I debated a lot with myself whether Raven was OOC in this chapter, I mean, she doesn't talk very much and she practically goes all "GAH! KILL! KILL!!" and jumps the poor guy with a pair of scissors. I hope I gave good enough reasons for her to do that, and if not, you know what to do...

And what about the whole "I survived at stab to the heart 'cause the damn thing wasn't made of wood. PWN!"? Is that just too stupid?

OH! OH! And if anyone have the time and want to proofread my chapters, I'll be forever thankful. Just PM me if you're interested...

Now I will go play in the snow. Because it's snowing... (!!!) Bwahahah did I mention it was snowing:D -glomps snow-

Thank you for taking the time to read my story! Hope you enjoyed it!