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Chapter 9- Oh Sh& #

4 Years ago

Beast Boy looked solemnly over the roof of Titans Tower towards the rocky island below, a wide-eyed and stunned Raven sitting next to him. Her mouth was agape as short breaths left her lungs in small shocked bursts.

"B-Beast Boy . . . " she breathed. "I didn't know . . . "

"No one did," he said quietly, tears burning his eyes, "I never told anyone?"

"W-Why not?"

Beast Boy shrugged a single shoulder. "Same reason you didn't tell us Trigon was your dad I guess. I didn't want anyone judging me . . . or feeling sorry for me. . ."

Raven raised a brow, why would anyone judge him? With her empathic senses she could feel a thick sadness, but also a great sense of guilt and shame. "Beast Boy look at me." she said firmly. Slowly he turned his head to face her, his emerald eyes glistening with tears. "It. Was. Not. Your. Fault."

He shook his head. "You can't say that-"

"Yes I can. You were a child, you had just gotten your powers and you hadn't mastered them, they-''

He turned his head sharply to look at her, tears flying from his face. "If I had saved them Raven, then my life wouldn't have been one SHIT storm after another . . . " He trailed off thinking about the horrors that took place not long after the incident. Raven's heart broke seeing him in such pain.

Raven then did something that she hadn't done for him, or anyone, she reached over and took his hand. Completely startled he once again jerked his head in her direction, looking back and forth between her hand around his own and her eyes. Her heart was pounding now, she had never done anything like this before. Sure she gave matter-of-fact advice to Cyborg, and Starfire, even Beast Boy, but this was different now. He knew this, she knew this, but she was going to do this. "Yes Bea-Gar, it may not have happened," she said softly, "but then, we probably wouldn't have met either."

That was the night. The night when Raven knew there was more to Beast Boy than stupid jokes, dumb mistakes, and an immature irritant. That was the night . . . she started to . . . . fall for him.

Raven slowly opened her eyes becoming aware of her daughters blonde head sleeping soundly underneath her cheek. Smiling she took a small sniff, and kissed the top of Farahs head, also taking notice of her father lying his head on Farahs hospital bed, his fanged mouth open, drool pooling underneath his face. She rolled her eyes laughing a little at the gross action, and pulled herself to a sitting position. After a short stretch to get the kinks out of her neck and back, she got off the bed and headed for her room, her mind on her dreams.

She had been dreaming about Beast Boy for years and no matter what the dreams wouldn't stop. How did this happen? How did the irritating, immature, joking, green shape shifter wriggle his way into her mind?

Yes, he had his moments when he was sweet, she could admit that, he was good with Farah, but she was thinking about way before their night together. Then she thought to that night, the night when he told her all about his past, then it clicked with her. There was MORE to him then he let on, there was so much more. The inner struggle he went through on a daily basis, was not unlike her own , but were she wrestled with powers and emotions, he dealt with guilt and shame. But even with the weight of the world on his shoulders he still "wasn't going to quit until he got her to smile". It was mind boggling.

Maybe that's why she fell for him so long ago now the question was, would she fall for him again?

When she got to her room she got her toiletries ready for a shower when she saw she had a message on her phone, a message that was from James.

Thinking about ya. Hope all is well. Give Farah a hug for me.

She smiled slightly:

Thank you. We're doing good.

He responded:

Can I call you later?

A moment:

Sure.

Once Raven was done with her shower she looked around her closet for something to wear, a towel wrapped around her small hourglass frame, and one wrapped in her hair. As she looked over her jeans and shirts her eyes were pulled to her old uniforms that were still hanging up. She tilted her head in contemplation, then lifted a very hesitant, trembling hand for one of the leotards to try on.

To her surprise it still fit! True it was a LOT more snug then she remembered, and didn't remember her breasts and butt looking this . . . accentuated before, but after a few turns in the mirror only one word came to mind.

DAMN!

What the empath didn't know was that Farah had woken up in a panic not seeing her mother next to her, still sort of frightened from the day before. She woke Beast Boy by shaking his shoulder, and with half closed eyes looked at the girl and his surroundings, not knowing where he was for a moment.

"Morning princess." There was only one other time Beast Boy had woken up to a more beautiful sight.

"Beast Boy where's mommy?"

Beast Boy looked around. "I don't know. Lets go find her." He unhooked the little girl from the machines and took her into his arms. She looked fine, and besides he was just going to Raven's room, it wasn't going to be that bad, especially since she had a lot of blood inside her at the moment. They walked to the emapths room, Farah throwing her little hand onto the scanner. Cyborg had fixed the scanner so that it would open if Farah placed her hand against the device, even though she was to small to reach it. The door slid open . . . neither Beast Boy, or Farah were prepared for what they saw.

As god as his judge, Raven was in her skin tight leotard from when she was with the Titans, a uniform that expertly showed off every delicious morsal of the demoness. Although from his angle all he could see was her perfect hourglass shape, her expertly carved legs, and a butt you could bounce a nickle off of. With both his, and his daughters excellent hearing he heard Raven say to herself in the mirror, "Bad guys beware, the Raven is BACK!" and she struck a pose that made Beast Boy nearly fall over.

He felt like dropping to his knees and thanking GOD he was a man.

"Mommy what are you doing?"

Raven spun around, every glass and statue cracking, along with her books falling off the shelves under her powers. Beast Boy pulled Farah's head to his chest to protect her from the malestrom, but they were still looking at the demoness in shock. "F-Farah, uh, wh-what, uh-uh-Beast Boy, er-"

"Are you going swimming?" the little girl asked looking over her mothers old uniform.

A bright red Raven responded, "O-oh no, t-this was mommies uniform when she was a Teen Titan."

Farah scanned the leotard again. "Is it supposed to make your boobies look bigger?" More books flew off the shelves almost lodging themselves in the opposite wall, her face burning a bright red. Beast Boy forgot how to speak, breathe, and even think (which wasn't hard).

Raven cleared her throat, attempting to control her emotions, not meeting the changeling's eyes, otherwise she might blow apart the tower. "Farah lets get you ready for the day." She sauntered over to the changeling, both annoyed and . . . slightly flattered by his gawking. "Take a picture it lasts longer." She smirked. She took Farah into her room, the door swishing shut behind her, but even from behind the door, Beast Boy was able to pick out one more question from his daughter.

"Mommy why was Beast Boy staring at your butt?"

NOW he passed out.

One week later

"Alright! Whose ready for some super dooper, mega awesome, extra cheesy, macaroni and cheese with hot dogs?!"

"Me, me, me!" Shouted an enthusiastic, bouncing Farah.

"You got it doll face!" Cyborg put the big bowl of food in front of the little girl who began to eat greedily.

"What do you say?" asked Raven who was cleaning up in the kitchen.

"Gang you ungle guyborg." she said with a full mouth.

"Your so very welcome!" The metal man joined Raven in the kitchen.

"Did you remember Farahs 'special' hot dogs?" She asked as quietly as she could, knowing full well Farah could hear them.

Cyborg gave a small shudder. "Yup sure did. How long do we have to keep feeding her that . . . . stuff?"

Raven took a sharp breath thinking back to how her daughter was seconds away from death. "Landon said she has to eat at least one meal a day with the blood, like someone has to drink eight cups of water. After a week she can start training with Beast Boy, and he'd come back in a month to check on her."

Cyborg nodded. "Hey think about this way. If you never came back to the tower you never would have known, and would have been who knows where when she passed out, and then . . . . "

She sighed when he trailed off, but a small smile crept onto her face. "Funny how life works huh? I guess I owe Beast Boy to."

"Speaking of-"

"I'm still waiting for the right moment." She said quickly knowing full well what his question was going. Oddly Cyborg was just as anxious for Raven to tell Farah that Beast Boy was her father. Probably more then Beast Boy himself.

Cyborg got thoughtful. "Well don't take too long, once again putting it off is just another out."

She looked to him with a hint of frustration. "What do you mean?"

"If she doesn't know who her real father is, you can just make someone up-"

"I'd never lie to her like that." she shot quickly.

He rolled his eyes. "Right 'cuz you've been so honest with her."

The two glared at one another, but luckily the doors opened allowing Nightwing and Drake to walk in and break up the tension.

"Mmm is that mac and cheese?" Nightwing asked. Farah with a full mouth nodded excitedly not in the least bit bothered by her blonde hair getting into her eyes. "Yummy!" Raven watched with interest as Nightwing interacted with Farah, he wasn't so serious around her, almost like he was trying to be a kid again. Drake however kept his distance, it wasn't that he didn't like Farah he was just uncomfortable around children. But just like the cat who always cuddles up to that one person who was allergic, Farah would gravitate towards him.

"Mr. Drake want some Mac and cheese.?" She asked.

Drake looked into the bowl, but could smell the blood mixed into the hot dogs. "Uh no thanks."

She shrugged. "More for me." She continued her attack on the helpless bowl ignoring the cringing of the others watching.

Nightwing straightened up, his serious face back on. "We're going to have a afternoon training session outside. When your ready Cyborg meet us at the obstacle course."

"You got it." Nightwing and Drake turned to leave.

"Hey, uh, Nightwing?" He paused then looked to Raven who was shyly looking at the ground. "C-can I by chance, uh, join you guys?"

Nightwing had an expression that was a mixture of surprise and joy. "Of course! You can sit aside and watch-"

"Actually I wanted to . . . participate?"

Now his expression was purely surprise, as was the faces of Cyborg and Drake, but Farah was way to interested in her yummy food to notice. "O-oh, uh, yeah if you think your ready for it."

Raven was actually terrified, but being in her uniform, watching the videos of herself and remembering all the acts of heroism she performed, all the people she helped, made her realize she DID miss it, but importantly she missed making a difference.

With a small smile she nodded. "Ready or not here I come."

A very thoughtful Beast Boy slowly made his way to the obstacle course outside the tower, his eyes on the ground and his hands deep inside his pockets. He just finished another session with Black Canary, this one being his toughest one yet. They had gotten to some really sensitive material, which caused him to spend most of the time crying considering he hadn't spoken about the events in question since he was a kid, something Black Canary told him wasn't healthy to do. Beast boy hadn't thought about it till now, but he realized that he only mentioned his guilt for what he did to Raven maybe once or twice, the rest of the time they spent talking about his relationships with others or something of that nature, but even though this was the case he always felt lighter whenever he left. But that didn't mean Black Canary was ready to allow him back into active duty.

He made his way down the rocks to the training course and was met with an adorable sight. Farah was sitting on top of Cyborgs shoulders bouncing excitedly and jabbering away about something going on at the course below. She looked microscopic compared to the metal giant, which brought a small laugh to the changeling's lips.

"What's going on guys?" He asked joining Cyborg and Farah.

"Beast Boy, Beast Boy, mommys going to use her powers!" The little girl bounced.

Sure enough Raven could be seen below at the starting line, though not in her leotard, much to the dismay of the changeling. However she did have on her blue cloak over some loose fitting exercise wear with her hair back in a ponytail.

Nightwing and Drake observed from the control panel, Starfire floating nearby, as a sort of medic, should the need arise. When they were younger it was usually Raven up there with Nightwing, since she was attentive and hyper observent, but considering Drake was also a skilled fighter Nightwing trusted his judgement when it came to constructive criticism for where his team needed improvement.

"Do you think she's ready?" Nightwing asked.

Drake with his feet up on the panel shrugged. "She says she is. But even so there's no stopping her now."

Nightwing looked down at the demoness, who seemed just as nervous as he was. "You ready Raven?"

She rolled her eyes. "Yes now stop asking me before I change my mind!" she shouted back.

Nightwing held up his hands in a "okay I get it gesture" and went back to the control panel. "Okay! On your mark . . . " he set the dial on the panel to level three, one of the easier levels. ". . . get set . . . " Everyone began cheering for Raven.

"GO!"

What Nightwing didn't see was Drake slowly reach his hand over to the dial and switch it to level seven. She wasn't going to come back if she was going to be babied.

Raven took to the sky, the "oooo-ing" of her child at the sight of her mothers grace, ringing in her ears, filling her with determination. She floated towards the first obstacle, seven laser cannons sprang from the earth and opened fire on the demoness.

She had been waiting for this moment ever since she threw her cloak on. "AZARATH METRION ZINTHOS!" A thick wall of pure black energy formed in front of her blocking the blasts, then she manipulated the shield so that it formed into a bubble surrounding her and dove for the lasers. Once she was in the center of the pillars she threw her arms outwards, expanding the bubble of black and destroying the cannons and allowing her to fly to her next obstacle.

Five metal walls sprung from the ground, blocking her way. A smirk crossed her lips thinking of easy this course was. A black circle by her own creation formed on the metal wall, which allowed her to phase through unharmed which she continued to do for the others. What she didn't know, however, was that in after the third wall, a metal fist exploded from the ground slamming into her ribcage and sending her into the air.

"MOMMY!" Farah shouted out of fear.

Though she was winded, she righted herself and continued her flight, just as more cannons appeared from the ground firing explosive disks at the empath.

Nightwing looked slightly concerned. "I don't remember level three being this tough."

"That's because I switched it to level seven." Drake mentioned as he watched.

Nightwing went bug-eyed. "You did what?! Why?!"

Drake shrugged. "Well the bad guys have learned in the years and are a bit tougher, and babying her isn't going to help her at all."

Amidst the explosions from the course, Nightwing narrowed his eyes. "Are you sure that's all this is about?"

Drake snorted, whisps of smoke blowing from his nose. "What else would it be about?"

Nightwing raised a brow, but turned back to the obstacle course.

The remaining Titans and Farah, waited at the end of the course while smoke billowed from the numerous explosions, and dirt being kicked into the air. Farah watched worridly, searching for her mommy in the smoke, and the other Titans would be lying if they said they weren't worried either. Finally another bubble of black magic appeared and cleared away the smoke and debris.

Raven, the sorceress of the Teen Titans, elegantly strolled out of the obstacle course, with barely a scratch on her, the only thing noticeably out of place was that her hair hand fallen out of the ponytail, and was now hanging freely. The Titans stared in "awe" as she cooly and calmly exited the course with a sway in her hips, her shoulders back in confidence, a playful smirk on her face at her gawking admirers.

She stopped in front of her former team, placing her hands on her hips. "What? I still got it."

Once she spoke she snapped them out of their trance at the shouted in cheers and praise. Her daughter bouncing on the metal mans neck, and Beast Boy wrapping his arms around her.

"That was incredible." he said into her neck.

She took a deep breath of his musk. "Thanks." She stepped back from their embrace. "I need to shower after that. Farah stay with Cyborg alright." Raven took off for her room as the other talked amongst themselves. Drake having a satisfied smile directed at Nightwing.

"And you were worried?"

Raven phased into her room, took one look around to make sure she was alone, and collapsed onto the floor in exhaustion.

The alarm began blaring at exactly two in the morning getting everyone up and to the common room. Nightwing was first of course and was already looking at the situation at hand. His wife and Cyborg soon joined.

"What's up 'wing?" Cyborg asked.

Nightwing just shook his head. "Plasmus and one end of town and CinderBlock at the other. We need everyone including . . . Beast Boy," he turned to face them, " and Raven." Plasmus was a breeze when Raven was with them, but over the years since she left it had been much harder, now that she was back maybe they can get back to that. Shockingly the very two they were talking about walked in, though out of uniform it was still a habit to wake when the alarm went off, even for Raven.

"We've got trouble and we need both of you." Nightwing said.

"Sweet!" Beast boy was already heading back for his uniform, but Raven was a little hesitant.

"Nightwing are you sure?"

He smiled warmly. "I trusted you with my life before and I'll trust you with it again."

She smiled at his reassuring words, but then another thought came to her. "Whose gonna watch Farah?"

Nightwing took a quick headcount then got a sly grin across his face.

Something else Farah got from her father was the ability to sleep like the dead. Sure the first few times the alarms went off she was scared, but she got used to it and would sleep right through them. Now Raven was taking the drooling toddler dressed in a long light blue nightgown that fell way past her knees to the only other room the held someone else sleeping right through the alarm. Nightwing typed in the override code to the guest bedroom and let themselves in. Even though he could sleep through a blaring alarm, which had been shut off by now, Drake was up and ready hearing someone enter his room without his say so. Kole had gone back to the Titans North were she was stationed so now he was sleeping alone . . . well was.

"What's going on?" He asked practically still asleep, but still recognized the shapes of Raven and Nightwing.

Raven responded. "We have to handle and emergency in the city, so we're leaving Farah with you." Raven was already setting the sleeping child on Drakes couch.

"Oh . . . . ok." Drake fell back onto his pillow already asleep.

"See nothing to worry about." Said Nightwing shutting the door behind him.

One minute later.

Drakes eyes shot open. "Oh no!" He bolted from his room stopping the two birds, who turned to look at him with small smiles at his expense. He was in such shock from waking up, and barely registering what that asked him to do, he could only get out one word.

". . . . WHAT . . . ?!"

"You'll be fine," Raven assured, "she's dead asleep ."

"What if she wakes up?!" He asked in a panic. "What do I do then?!"

"She won't, you'll be fine." Raven waved him off, "besides think of this as payback for rigging the obstacle course." Drake glared, snorting smoke from his nostrils in annoyance, but she and Nightwing took off leaving the knight alone with the toddler.

As quietly as his training would allow, he crept back to his room looking over the still girl. To his relief she was still asleep, taking even steady breaths as she cuddled to the pillow on his couch. "Okay . . . . I can do this," he tried to assure himself, "I've killed monsters, demons, armies, hell I stared Carnus in the face and showed no fear, how bad can watching one kid be?" With that In mind he crawled back to his bed and fell back asleep.

Ten minutes later.

Drake was awakened by someone pulling on his nightshirt. Still remembering the fact that a little girl was sharing his room, grudgingly he rolled over to his side and saw Farah . . . . dancing?

He squinted, able to see her perfectly in the dark. "Whatsup?"

"I gotta go potty." She whined.

It took a moment for him to register what she was- "OH!" He lifted Farah into the air, holding her at arms length and keeping his arms parallel to the floor and ran her to his bathroom and plopped her on the toilet . . . . and waited.

"I can't go with you watching" she snapped.

"Right." Drake stepped out while she did her business. So she did get something from Raven after all. A few minutes later she emerged and Drake took her back and set her on his couch. She stared up at him with large eyes that seemed to glow in the dark like a cats eyes, as if expecting him to do something.

"So,uh, sleepy time?" Once again she just stared. " . . . .what . . . ?"

"I'm thirsty can I have some warm milk?"

Drake sighed. "Fine." He led the girl into the hall and immediately she grabbed for his hand. His natural instinct was to rip it away, but if she needed some reassurance while in the dark he was fine with it. Besides feeling the small smooth hand of the childs in his own felt . . . . nice. Not like holding hands with Kole, it was much different, he couldn't explain it . . . but he liked it.

The two came to the kitchen and once Drake had set her down on a bar stool he went about getting her milk.

"You don't drink soy do you?" He asked her.

She looked at him oddly. "No I drink milk." He chuckled apparently she didn't know how her father was yet. She scrunched her face at him. "Your weird."

"Yea I know." He poured a glass of the real stuff.

"But a good weird, not like Beast Boy weird. Like you try to be serious and mean, but your really a nice guy weird."

Drake wasn't sure if that was good or bad, but she was a kid, they said weird things . . . he assumed. He warmed her milk in his bare hands, and set it in front of her.

She looked from the glass to the microwave and back again. "You didn't put it in the microwave?"

Drake smiled. "Sweetie I AM a microwave" she eyed him curiously taking the glass in her hands then took a tentative sip, to her surprise it WAS warm, the perfect temperature even. No waiting for it to cool down. It was just right.

"Good?" He asked, some part of him wanting to impress this kid for some reason. With the glass still in her mouth she gave a nod producing a sigh of relief from the knight, again why did he care? She finished her glass giving it back to Drake who began rinsing it out, but as soon as he turned back to the girl she had just finished a huge yawn. "Alright,uh," he thought about what his dad used to say to him, "back to bed." He lifted her off the stool, but before he could set her down, she propelled herself forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and laying her head on his shoulder.

Drake wanted to scream and throw her off of him, but when her felt her completely her body loosen, her breathing becoming slower and steadier, even when a small content sigh escaped her throat, he sighed in exasperation and took the child back in his arms. Strangely each step would ease the knight more and more to her touch as if she was soothing him somehow, but he couldn't feel any magical energy being used by her. Once again this was much more different then holding Kole, though that was a wonderful feeling, there was an odd sense of peace that came over him. He couldn't explain it, but he didn't hate it either.

Suddenly he stopped in his tracks, both of their backs going stiff. Her own head snap off of his shoulder and looking around frantically.

Drake looked into the frightened eyes of the child. "Can you feel it too?" he asked.

She nodded, a small whimper escaping her lips. Drake felt like his was being stalked by a predator, like eyes were on him and the girl in his arms. He aslo felt the feeling of death, and the smallest hint of blood in the air. Instinctively he pulled her close trying to figure out where the eyes were coming from. Farah's panicked breathing continued to get faster and faster with each second, Drake using all of his senses to try and find the intrusion-

He tucked into a ball, keeping the girl close, and front flipped further into the hallway, just as a loud crash came from the ceiling. Once back onto his feet, Drake spun around, his hand over Farah's head, keeping her face in his chest, but careful not to smother her. He was faced with three pale creatures, each looking sickly and thin dressed in ragged clothes, as if they hadn't changed in years, a vicious starving look in the sunken eyes. Damn those eyes. They would shimmer with hunger and reflected the light in an errie fashion like jewels. Each one of them smiled widely, their thin pink tongues licking their elongated canines. And that's when Drake realized.

"Vampires? Really? Aren't there teenage girls somewhere you guys should be bothering?"

All three of their smiles dropped to annoyance, but the creature in the center stepped forward. "We want the Cambion." It hissed. Farah clung tighter to Drake, her body trembling in terror. Drake snorted going over his options. He didn't have a weapon on him, since he stopped sleeping with one when he started sharing a bed with Kole. He could go dragon, but the hallways were to narrow, so he would have to crash through the window to his right, but then what about Farah. His dragon form may frighten her even more, and wouldn't be to comfortable for her either. Damn it. "Give her to us, and your death will be quick and painless."

Drake clenched his jaw, his eyes becoming black feral slits and snarled, "You want her? Come and get her."

Immediately the dark creatures leapt for the knight, but aimed for the girl in his arms. Drake was at a serious disadvantage. For one, he had no weapons, he wasn't going to set the girl down for anything, leaving him to do battle without his arms against THREE vampires.

He dodged each attack, while throwing a kick into the gut of one of them, then sent another kick with the same leg into it's face, dazzing it, but that was it. The other two came back around, fangs bared, and hissing loudly. Drake couldn't do this. He couldn't fight off these creatures while he held Farah, but he was NOT going to let her go. He spun around heading back in the direction of the kitchen and away from his room, where all of his weapons were . . . well not ALL of them.

Farah screamed when she peaked over his shoulder and saw the hissing creatures following them, crawling on the walls like cockroaches their eyes SET on her. Drake leapt into the common room, the vampires on his tail. He spun around kicking a chair towards one of the creatures, clocking it in the head, but again, only dazed it, but it was a distraction he needed. Drake ran for the counter, heading for a one of the drawers on the island counter, and jerked it open. Underneath the drawer was a large machete, coated in silver, and razor sharp. He had placed this here in case of emergencies, of course NOW he was glad he did so.

Vampire lore is essentially crap. Crosses don't repel them, holy water dosen't work, they wouldn't burst into flames in the sunlight, garlic wouldn't work, and a stake through the heart wont kill them. And they SURE as hell didn't SPARKLE. The only way to kill a vampire is to take it's head off.

Drake stood with the blade in an underhanded grip, his other arm holding the girl and the vampires surrounding him. One of them chuckled. "Think you can do battle with one hand?"

Drake wasn't sure himself, but he leaned closer to Farah's ear. "Farah I need you to close your eyes, and do not open them for anything. Do you understand?"

Whimpering she nodded and shut her eyes as tightly as she could while smothering herself in his shoulder.

Drake threw the machete into the chest of the vampire at his right, causing it to stumble and lean backwards and agony. Drake jumped into the air, kicking off the vampire at his left propelling him towards the vampire with the blade sticking out of his chest. He pulled the machete from it's chest, and swung the blade towards the center vampire, taking it's head clean off it's shoulders.

He landed on the ground, the smell of blood now in the air, triggering the battle hungry dragon inside of him, Farah continued to whine, but kept her eyes closed. With the machete being metal he used his dragonic heating powers to warm the blade giving it an errie red color and he faced the remaining two. The vampire to his right swiped his elongated nails across the knights face, knocking him back and drawing blood from the attack. The other one came at Farah, but Drake spun around, shielding the gril and taking the brunt of the attack on his back. He growled in pain, throwing his elbow backwards into the vampires chest, right into the hole he had made with the blade earlier. He spun around again swinging the blade, but the vampire jumped backwards out of the way of the attack.

Drake stepped back, keeping the sharpened blade at the ready, but now it was just a game of cat and mouse, and he had another problem. Farah was starting to get heavier in his arm, even with his enhanced strength, the exhaustion was starting to set in.

"Ready to surrender?" one of them hissed. Before Drake could say something witty, the other one attacked. Drake tried to move out of the way, but the vampire was too fast, knocking Drake to the ground . . . . and Farah out of his arms. The other vampire hopped on top of him while the other grabbed the now screaming child, but Drake was pinned underneath the dark creature as it attempting to pierce his flesh with it's fangs. Drake reheated the blade with his powers, but the vampire held the arm with the blade down on the ground.

He didn't have a choice now, he had to change to save the toddler, but before he could transform the vampires head was yanked backwards and let out a scream of agony. Drake looked at it's head and saw a black tendril of energy slipping into it's mouth blowing it's head apart from the inside out. Finally the tendril exploded from his eyes, nose and mouth and popped it's head like a bloody balloon. Drake shielded himself from the splash of blood, the vampires body falling limp on top of him.

"Come on darling," Drake pushed the corpse off of him while a birtish accent flowed through his ears, "where would you be without-"

"FARAH!" Drake got to his feet, not paying attention in the least to Landon, and sprinted for the last vampire, but stopped. Both Landon and Drake looked at the thrashing creature, that was now wrestling with something that was attatched to it's face, a bright yellow-gold starfish to be exact. It was actually quite comical to watch, but Landon didn't have time for comedy. Black tendrils held the vampire in place, while Drake reached for the starfish.

The sea creature detatched once she sensed the danger was gone and shifted back to her human shape. Then blew a rasberry at the vampire.

Landon snapped his fingers making the vampire disappear into a black vortex, and he turned to the other two. "And here I was thinking I could leave you alone." he said at Farah, who giggled.

"Thanks mister Landon." she said innocently.

"Have you been watching her all this time?" Drake asked.

"Aren't you glad I still am?"

Drake didn't have time to retort, when his ears picked up the sounds of the Titans coming back.

"Shit . . . . "

The exhausted Titans stood in the elevator that was taking them to the first floor, and even though Raven was exhausted, she was anxious to see Farah again, and terrified to see what shape she was in, but she was probably more anxious to get out of her clothes. She didn't wear her leotards, since they were . . . . unfit for duty, so she had just some leggings, and a basic exercise shirt. Was Beast Boy disappointed? Yeah he was, and she knew it to, which only made her smile.

"Raven would you relax? She probably just slept the whole time." Beast Boy assured.

She sighed. "I know, it's just . . "

"Tough?" Cyborg finished. "That probably means you need to leave Farah alone more." Raven shrugged. Yea the idea sounded fine, but what was she going to do. What she didn't see was Cyborg nudge Beast Boy with his elbow, who just brushed it off pretending to not know what he was talking about.

The elevator pinged and opened up to see the common room doors open, and inside was Farah and Drake sitting at the counter, eating ceral in silence. When the Titans entered they both looked up.

"Hey guys/mommy." they said at the same time.

The Titans looked around. Everything looked in place, nothing was broken or distroyed. Everything looked perfect . . . a little TOO perfect. "Everything alright in here?" Nightwing asked.

Drake waved him off. "Oh yeah, everything's all good. Just a little midnight snack is all."

Raven approached the toddler, a little annoyed with the fact that she was eating this late. "Farah? Anything fun happen while we were gone?"

Farah looked up at her mother with an innocent smile, and wide puppy dog eyes. "No mommy . . . nothing." Raven believed her, but Beast Boy, who had seen that face in the mirror his WHOLE life, knew something was up. But he wasn't going to worry about it now. The Titans shrugged it all off and headed to their rooms to change and get cleaned up.

Once they were out of sight, Farah and Drake fist bumped. "Yes lets make sure your mother NEVER learns about what happened."

"Deal." Farah agreed. Besides, mommy has secrets, now I do to. Farah accidently dropped her spoon onto the floor. "OH SHIT!" She shouted.