A.N: Hey you guys! Chapter 2 is finally here! I deleted the Author's Note because, well, it bugged me. Don't worry, I don't do that with real parts of the story :). That screwed up the review count. Oops.

This took me less time, but more editing than I expected, so I hope you R&R and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans or anything in DCU, but I do take credit for the young Brother Blood. (NOT the name, the character. When you read you'll figure it out. So go! Read! Review!)

Slade

It just had to be him, Slade thought the instant he recovered from having been unexpectedly teleported to a gray room with bright yellow light shining down from the ceiling. The now cyborg Brother Blood stood at the other end of the room. There was someone standing beside him, a thin young man with brown hair wearing a robe similar to Blood's.

"Brother Blood. You did this to me?" said Slade. He and the former H.I.V.E headmaster had never gotten along. There were no old friendships in the way of Slade's anger towards the gray haired cyborg in front of him.

Blood smiled as he answered, "Yes, by the glorious power of Trigon I did. Oh, and it's Father Blood now by the way. I've moved up in the church."

"He's the earthly head," put in the young man. Slade thought the rather cowardly looking man sounded like a suck up.

"How nice for you," said Slade sarcastically. "May I ask why you saw fit to deform me even more than you did yourself?"

Blood sighed. "I have some explaining to do, I see. You know, Slade, your problem is you keep your sights on the mortal world, with no thought of the afterlife, no thought of the honor it is to serve Trigon in the short time we have here."

"Your problem is you think yourself a damned holy man. What's the point?"

The young man looked startled. "Don't talk that way to-"

"That will do," said Father Blood, waving a hand at his yellow robed counterpart. "With the help of some old Scath Order spells I returned you to your . . . demoted state. I simply want to make a deal with you. You see, the enlightened Church of Blood has realized that Trigon, though omniscient and omnipotent he may be, could require our help to return to this realm after being banished by his daughter. However, since his daughter does not wish to help him, maybe his grandchild will."

Slade's eye widened. "You mean Raven has a child?" Oh, please no.

"No. Not yet anyway. We of the Church decided to choose one of our congregation to father the next Gem."

"Sick, Blood," Slade said. Rape was a crime he could not tolerate. "But if the pastor is disabled, who's the chosen one? Him?" Slade pointed at the young man next to Father Blood.

A flash of annoyance crossed Father Blood's face. "Since I am 'disabled' as you put it, then we have chosen another from my line. This privileged young man next to me is my son, the new Brother Blood. Your task is to deliver Raven to him."

You've got to be kidding me. "Forget it. You don't seem to recall that I don't answer to Blood the father, Blood the son, or any Blood the Holy Ghost you have up your sleeve," Slade said angrily.

"Now you do," the new Brother Blood said, smirking. He raised a hand and Slade felt the mark of Scath being burned into his skull. He gritted his teeth to keep from showing some sign of pain through his mask. The young Blood continued, "As long as this mark is on you only I, my father, and the few higher in Trigon's ranks than us can free you from your bondage. The more time you take to capture Raven, the more difficult things will be for you. And believe me, you don't want that."

"Damn you," Slade growled.

"Now be gone," Father Blood ordered, and Slade felt himself sinking back to where he was summoned from.

Well, this is just great. I'll have to think of a way out of this one.

Good luck.

Smart ass remarks will only distract me.

Have it your way.

Beast Boy

In Titans Tower things were not going as well as they could. Robin started the tape recorder again and said to the hooded girl sitting across from him, "Okay, go over the whole thing, start to finish. It's important you don't leave anything out."

"Dude, we've done this six times already. Don't you think she's had enough?" Beast Boy said. He sat down next to Raven on the couch, thinking maybe it would provide some unspoken support. She just glared at him.

"As much as I hate to admit it, Beast Boy's right," Raven said. "Robin, my story's not going to change. I just woke up, opened my eyes, and the marks were there."

Robin leaned forward. "But you're absolutely sure you didn't hear anything, or see anyone unusual the night before. You didn't meet someone who asked a lot of questions?"

Raven stood. Her patience was tried. "Look. Robin. I'm done here. I just need to meditate on this." She glided out of the main room.

"Why'd you have to do that, dude?"

"Do what?"

"Get her all pissy at us. Now she probably won't come out of her room for days," Beast Boy said. And after that she'll just talk about magicky crap I don't even pretend to get.

"I'm just getting the story, Beast Boy. That's all," Robin replied. He took his painfully old time tape recorder and prepared to leave.

"You don't have to take this so seriously," the green sixteen year old said.

Robin turned back to face him. "I don't have to take it seriously? For all we know, Trigon's back!"

"Yeah, but we don't know!" Beast Boy argued. You're losing here, dude . . .

"It could be the end of the world. Maybe I want to be ready, unlike last time. Do you think it's going to be easy?" Those were the last things the Titans' leader said before he exited the room.

"Yeah?" Beast Boy said. "Well, I think last time Slade said almost that exact same thing!"

You are so stupid sometimes, you know that Garfield?

A door slammed down the hall and Beast Boy couldn't tell whether it was Robin's or Raven's.

Slade

The mastermind paced his room, not feeling so brilliant at the moment. The pains of death took some getting used to. He felt weary for no reason at all. Slade stopped abruptly and glared at his reflection in the mirror. "I'm going to kill Blood if it's the last thing I do," he said to himself conversationally.

"Genius idea. But what are you going to do for the time being?"

"I could just ignore those two bastards and see what happens . . ."

"Resulting in your pain and ultimate destruction, yes, I can see where this is going."

Slade really hated himself at times like this. He looked at the empty eye socket of the skull in the mirror. Disgusting. You can't deny you're a monster now. "Wait."

"What?"

"In all his enlightenment the most esteemed Father Blood forgot to tell me the rules to his little game . . ."

"Ah, now there's an idea."

"So there is nothing to prevent me doing what I want with these powers, or telling Raven exactly what's going on so I can devise a plan. But will she listen?"

"Of course she will idiot. Today's her birthday. The girl was probably scared half to death by whatever her 'lover's' birthday greeting was. The only problem will be preventing her from telling the Titans."

Slade rolled his eye at the reflection it was still hard to believe was him. "Oh yes, that should be no problem at all . . ."

Raven

"Azarath Metrion Zinthos. Azarath Metrion Zinthos . . ."

Why was meditation so hard? It was not going to be the end of the world. Stuff like that didn't happen twice, did it? Not if your life has a good screenwriter it doesn't.

Raven sighed and opened her eyes. Robin was just being stupid with the whole tape recorder thing, and even though Beast Boy was actually acting somewhat intelligent he wouldn't be much help in something like this. Cyborg was good with more down to earth matters and Starfire . . . if it couldn't be found on Tameran or in a teen magazine she was useless.

The problem was that no of them had ever really experienced Trigon before like she had. The other Titans didn't know what true evil was. Robin and Beast Boy knew true insanity, that was undisputed . . . but Trigon wasn't just another villain and no one who hadn't worked for Trigon or seen what he'd done to places like Azarath could know. There was no one around who'd experienced that.

"Hello, birthday girl."

Hearing that voice, Raven was surprised, but not alarmed. She actually smiled a little. Now maybe she would find out what in Azar's name was going on here. Maybe there is someone . . .

Beast Boy

In the corner of Raven's ceiling the changeling reflected that being a fly on the wall only paid off when you saw something you wanted to know.

A.N: Don't know if you saw that coming or not. In case you've read the comics, know that this Brother Blood is not and reincarnation of the old one, he's really his son. The guy you used to this of as Brother Blood is Father Blood. That's how it works.

So review please! Feel free to tell me if anyone if OOC. L8r!