Author's Note: An longer than usual chapter for you guys today. The reason being is that this was one of those scenes that was actually outlined before hand, so I knew exactly how I wanted the chapter to end. A couple important things happen at once in this one, and I don't wanna keep you guys waiting, so enjoy!

P.S. For those of you in the reviews that mentioned possible vampirism, that is not the route I intend to go with this story. I can understand how it might look like that based on the last chapter, but no one needs worry about that particular plot-device, as I've no intention of touching it with a ten foot pole, let alone my hand.

P.P.S. I'm experimenting with alternate line break formats, so tell me what you guys think.

Disclaimer: Lemme check. Nope, still don't own Jack. Or the Teen Titans.

Chapter Two

Revelations

While Raven went about her daily meditation on the roof, Beast Boy took his chance to go down to the showers and wash off the sweat of his exercise. Of course, being alone in the shower and drenched with steaming water was prime thinking time and something Beast Boy often took advantage of, contrary to popular belief.

These thoughts covered a wide range of subjects, but he constantly found his mind wandering back to the events of that day; waking up with Raven's arm in his teeth, the taste of her blood, the sudden and indescribable rush of energy. Something was going on, and he wanted to know what. However, he also knew that disturbing Raven during her meditation was a good way to get her to close up, and not give answers whether she had them or not. So, he decided to wait until later that night.

Dinner was a normal affair. Raven was there, but had little more than a slice of toast and a cup of tea. Everyone else had a full meal, at least, and the conversation was laid back and relaxed. It flowed from random talk about the day, to Cyborg's baby the T-Car, from there to Robin's R-Cycle. Naturally, this brought mention of how often it was missing from the garage, which led to teasing Robin and Starfire about their still budding relationship, and then…

"So, Cyborg. Had your eye on anyone recently?" That was courtesy of Robin, eager to change the subject.

"Man, y'all know my baby is all the lovin' I need in my life! What about you, green bean?"

"Who, me? Nah, I'm too popular to go settling down! After all, who'd pay attention to all the ladies with Robin taken and Cyborg in too deep with his car?" This was accompanied by a suggestive waggling of the eyebrows and a friendly laugh.

"Oh? You sure you ain't got a lil' som'n som'n goin' on with Raven over there?"

Beast Boy froze. The expressions that crossed his face ranged from incredulity and confusion to fear. Not that he was scared of Raven, but rather what she might do; to Cyborg, at least. He should've been in the clear, since he didn't say anything.

"What're you talking about, Cy?"

"Oh, you know, just that a certain someone was in the med-bay every day last week, checking up on another certain someone."

"Please, friends, does this mean Beast Boy and Raven are engaging in the 'dating?' Oh, this is glorious news! We must do the date of doubles, and th-"

Raven, who had been mostly tuning out the conversation and saying little, finally seemed to register just what was being talked about. Her first reaction was to choke on her tea, which, since the cup was still to her lips, gave her a grand mouthful of the scalding liquid. Following that was a spit-take, as the liquid burned her tongue and went right back into the cup. Then the cup shattered, making the point moot as the beverage pooled on the table-top. A half second deep breath and she was stone faced with an expression so neutral that it could only be carefully masked anger.

"What."

"I was just saying that it is glorious news that you and Beast Boy were-"

"No."

"But Cyborg said-"

"No."

"But you-"

"No."

"…Okay."

"There is nothing between Beast Boy and I. I visited him in the med bay out of obligation because, as much as I hate to admit it, he was injured while protecting me. I felt some responsibility for his wounds, so I made sure his recovery went smoothly." Beast Boy, who still had a blank, shocked expression on his face, was merely nodding dumbly.

"Uh, yeah; what she said."

If he was really pestered on the point, Beast Boy might be willing to admit that he was slightly, very slightly, hurt by Raven's words. While it was true that he wouldn't go so far as to say that he had a crush on the empath, he would admit with only the slightest hesitation that she was pretty; and really, who wouldn't want a pretty girl fawning over them while worried about their health? It was these thoughts that ran through his head while the others turned to stare at him. Robin with a curious look, Starfire a hopeful one, and Cyborg one of his classic teasing grins.

"Well, dinner was great guys, but I think I'ma go, uh, clean my room. Or something. Yeah. So, see ya'!" And with that, he up and practically dashed from the table, leaving his barely half eaten meal where it lay. Lucky for him it wasn't one of his assigned dish nights or his escape wouldn't have gone nearly so smoothly. As soon as he was out of the room, Cyborg exploded with laughter, and even Robin let loose some chuckling. Starfire could only watch with a confused expression, and Raven was still silently fuming.

"Was that really necessary?"

"But Raven, did'ja see the look on his face? Forget that, did'ja see the look on your face?! Oh man, an' I got pictures, too!" Reaching over, the half metal Titan gave the Boy Wonder a solid, congratulatory fist-bump.

"Ugh…Whatever. I'll be in my room if anyone needs me." With that Raven stood, collected the spilled tea and broken cup into a black bubble, and deposited first the spilled tea into the sink and then the broken glass into the trash. Afterwards, true to her words, she phased through the floor.

The meal continued in silence for a bit now that Beast Boy, the one who normally kept the conversation flowing, was absent. It was nearly five minutes later that someone spoke up. Approaching the subject delicately, Robin poked at his food uncomfortably for a bit before starting.

"You know, guys…Raven had an excuse for watching him in the med-bay, and she shot down the idea of them being in a relationship pretty quick. But, I couldn't help but notice that she never denied liking him, and her reaction was kinda over the top for a simple joke. And Beast Boy…Well, you saw the look on his face." The masked leader was still staring down at his food for a few moments, but then he looked up to meet Cyborg's eyes. They stared silently at each other for a few moments in contemplation, before each smiled a relieved smile.

"Naaaaah." The pair of boys said in unison. Starfire could only watch, still confused, and eat in silence.

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It was well into night when Beast Boy decided it was safe to seek out Raven. He wanted to find that sweet spot between her meditations and going to sleep. Considering he'd heard the bathroom door slide shut not but a couple minutes ago and the fact that he'd checked on all his other team members to confirm it was her in the shower, he gave her a few minutes to get decent, then knocked on her door. Once, twice, then a third time.

"Hey, Raven? Could we, uh, talk for a bit?"

He waited, silently counting the seconds in his head. It was nearly three minutes, and he was almost ready to give up, before the door in front of him cracked slightly and he was greeted with a single violet eye.

"What do you want?"

"I, uh, just like I said. I had something I wanted to talk to you about."

"Why didn't you mention it at dinner?"

"Well, it's kind of…Private. " There was silence for a few long moments of silence, before the door opened fully.

"Normally I would expect some prank, but you seem to have something bothering you. Come in, then."

"Wait, seriously? You're inviting me into your-"

"Look, just come inside before I change my mind, alright? And don't touch anything." Raven gave Beast Boy a hard look for a moment before turning and vanishing into the darkness of her room. Which wasn't so dark once Beast Boy stepped inside, both because his eyes were quick to adjust and she'd lit a few candles situated on a desk. The empath was cloak less, though she was still dressed in her usual leotard. Settling on the edge of her bed, she seemed visibly relaxed inside her room, despite the company. "Now, I only invited you in because you seem to be taking something seriously for once. Don't disappoint me."

"Uh, yeah. I just…I gotta ask. What did you do to me?" He almost winced when the door slid shut behind him. Raven's room was supposed to be off limits. Sure, there was that one time, with the mirror, but those were special circumstances and he hadn't dared go in since.

"Beast Boy, please tell me this isn't about what happened at dinner. I didn't do anything. It was some harmless, if in bad taste, teasing that didn't mean anything. Nothing happened."

"No, I'm not talking about that. I mean a week ago. What did you do to me?"

Raven stopped dead, and glared at him. At any other time, he might've shrunk away because he was planning some juvenile prank; but not this time. "What did Cyborg tell you?" Raven's voice was little more than a hiss, but his sensitive ears picked up every word; and she sounded pissed.

"What? Cyborg didn't tell me anything. What're you talking about?"

"Who told you, then?!"

"Raven. Would I be asking you if someone told me? Look. I slept for a week. Regular wounds wouldn't do that to me; it's not much, but I am quicker to heal than most people. Today, I've felt different. I was full of energy, like, I couldn't stay inside because I'd be bouncing off the walls energy. Finally, when Cy was talking about what happened a week ago, you were quick to interrupt him. You were hiding something."

"And what makes you think I have anything to do with that?"

"Raven, c'mon now. I know you guys think I'm stupid, and I'm not the smartest person on this team, but even I can do simple addition. One plus one plus one definitely equals three." Technically, he could've added a fourth one to that equation, but that was one that he hadn't figured out for himself yet, so he decided against it.

Raven look conflicted, which was strange for her. He was so used to seeing her calm and collected that he almost opened his mouth to say that she didn't need to tell him before he snapped it shut again. Not this time. She'd done something to him, or seen something done to him, and he needed to know what it was. After what felt like an hour but was probably about two minutes, she sighed.

"Yes, I did do something to you, Beast Boy. While we were fighting, we both got captured. I got caught in the back of the head by something, and I'm guessing you went down watching my back. I woke up first. You were…It wasn't pretty. Anyway, we were both stuck in inhibitor collars, so I couldn't just heal you. I patched you up as best I could, but you'd lost a lot of blood. So I gave you an emergency transfusion."

"Transfu…Oh, wait. So you gave me someone's blood? What's so bad about that?"

"It wasn't just anyone's blood, Beast Boy. It was mine."

The changeling blinked. His mouth opened, and then closed again. He knew what she was; everyone on the team knew what she was. The gears started turning in his head. He had her blood in his body. Raven's blood. Half-demon blood. His DNA was unstable, prone to rapid mutation. Natural selection ensured that the strongest survived. Demons, as evil as they tended to be, were very strong. He'd slept for a week. Sleeping was prime time for changes to take place in the body. And after he'd woken up, there'd been a change in his habits. The dots came crashing together.

"Oh. Shit." It was all he seemed capable of saying at the moment.

"Beast Boy? Are you okay? I…I understand if you're angry. I know you wouldn't have wanted this. Honestly, if there'd been any other-"

The shape-shifter held up a hand and Raven, though it wasn't something she'd normally do, stopped talking. Beast Boy seemed to take another few moments to collect his thoughts.

"I'm not angry at you, Raven."

"It's okay to hate me fo- Wait, what?"

"I'm not mad at you."

"And why the hell not?!" Her tone surprised even her, for a moment. She'd been expecting this, waiting for him to blow up at her for ruining his life. She would've felt better if he had.

"You said it yourself; it was either that or death. I mean, yeah, if I could change it I would, and it's going to take some getting used to. But I can't hate you for saving my life, Raven. I gotta know, though. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't…I didn't know if anything would come of it. If nothing had happened, if nothing changed, then I just thought it wouldn't be…Important. I mean, when I did it I couldn't guarantee that it would do anything."

"Alright, alright. Well, I have some, uh, thinking to do, n' stuff. So I'll just, y'know, go now." He turned, and moved to open the door. Then, he stopped. "I just wanted to say, Raven. Thanks for saving my life. And, uh…Telling me what you did. Besides, we could always look on the bright side."

"I've turned you into a demon, Beast Boy. What bright side is there to that?"

"Remember after Malchior, when I said you'd never be alone? I meant it, then; but now, you really never have to be. We've got the blood pact to prove it." He turned his head long enough to give her one of his signature toothy grins before the door opened and he stepped out into the hallway.

Raven could only stare at the door, eyes wide with shock. What the hell was wrong with him? He was supposed to hate her. Or, at least be angry! She should've known things would never be that simple. Not only was he not angry at her, he'd even managed to twist it around to ease her guilt for doing it! Damn him. Damn Beast Boy and his kind, caring soul to hell. It certainly would have made things easier for her. She fell back on her bed, and tried to sleep. It didn't occur to her to wonder where he'd heard 'blood pact' and how he knew what one was.

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Beast Boy, now safely back in his room, laid down on his lower bunk. What he'd said was true; he wasn't angry at her and he could never hate her. Sure, he was shocked, surprised, confused, and everything in between; but none of those things was hate or anger.

It would explain the weird craving, though. His body obviously liked the energy boost from Raven's blood, and wanted more. Or maybe it was a demon thing, thirsting after each other's blood; what he did know is that he'd have to learn more about demons now, more than what little he'd learned while spying on Raven and sneaking into her room to read her books about demons.

He'd never been all that worried about her finding him out on that one; who'd believe that Beast Boy would read willingly, let alone anything that might prove to be educational? What he'd told Raven was true, he wasn't the smartest on the team and he doubted he ever would be; but when a particular subject interested him, he could be almost as focused as Robin on a Slade case when it came to researching it. Problem was, not that much was known about demons that were actually written down somewhere he could get to it.

There were other things that worried him, too. What kind of instincts did demons carry, and how would it affect what he already had to live with? His thoughts strayed to the Beast. He understood what it was, a collection of his basest instincts given a will of its own. It was only dangerous to those who threatened the survival of Beast Boy himself or one of his pack mates.

The only real problem came from the fact that he didn't like letting it out, so when something bad enough happened force it out he was too far over the edge to get any kind of control over it. That might change, though, with the demon blood in him. Demons were cunning, malicious, and violent. If his base instincts changed to reflect that, then the Beast's personality, what little there was, would change as well. That thought scared him.

The best he could do for the time being was make a promise to himself not to morph into any demons unless he could help it, to slow down the imprinting process as long as he could. For now, though, he was hungry.

After all, with the odd turn in the conversation, he'd missed out on half his dinner. Getting up, he moved to the door and out into the hallway, padding almost silently towards the common room. Entering, he moved for the fridge, and looked inside.

Scowling, he moved to the pantries. Nothing looked even the slightest bit appetizing. His annoyance grew, and he had only half a second to think that being this angry at not having anything to eat was stupid before the blackness overtook him.

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Cyborg's metal eye activated, his human one just slightly behind in opening. Even as his human brain caught up to the fact that he was awake way too early for his own good, the mechanical part of his brain analyzed and cataloged the reason why. The alarm was going off, and judging by the alert that one of the common room windows was broken, it was the intruder alarm, not a city alarm.

Rising into a sitting position, he swung his legs off the charging table and got to his feet, cybernetic mind already steering him towards the hallway that lead to the common room while his brain caught up and then jacked up the alert factor. Robin and Starfire were already at the door, and he could see Raven approaching from the other end of the hallway.

"What's goin' on, guys? Who tha' heck would be breakin' in at three in tha' mornin'?"

Raven reached the open common room door before he did. Turning to look inside, he noted the shocked and disgusted expression that covered her almost immediately as one of her hands flew to her mouth. Her skin took on a shade of green that very nearly rivaled Starfire's irises. It was then that he noticed the sweat beading on Robin's face and the oddly fascinated but somewhat worried expression on Starfire's.

Reaching the door and turning to look for himself since he was promptly ignored, he could understand why Raven felt sick.

"BB? Dude, what the hell?!"

Indeed, crouching in the middle of the common room floor was Beast Boy. It wasn't that which sickened the four so thoroughly. In Beast Boy's hands was a large rabbit. A dead rabbit. To be entirely accurate, it was also in his teeth. The lower half of his face was buried in the dead animal's back, and the sounds of chewing were the only thing in the room, other than breath. It took a few moments for him to realize he wasn't alone, and when he did, he looked up at them, animal falling from his grip. His jaw and chin were coated in blood, and strings of muscle dangled from his teeth.

His eyes, bright green and normally filled with joy, were the thin vertical slits of an angry animal, though it was the only thing about his body that had changed. There was a large hole in the window that he'd presumably busted to get inside, and glass shards littered the floor and were liberally sprinkled on his shoulders. Lips peeling back in an inhuman snarl, he growled low in his throat at the other four heroes before returning to his meal.

"Beast Boy, wake up!" The words had come from Raven, who still looked sick but had some control of her features, at least. The changeling on the floor looked up again; ready to snarl, before he seemed to wake up. His eyes returned to their normal, circular pupils and he stared at them for a long few moments before realizing who they were.

"Oh, hey guys. Did y'all get up for a midnight snack…Too…?" Paling as much as a green skinned boy could, he looked at the blood on his hands, and then to the animal on the floor in front of him. The missing chunk of flesh from its back, organs revealed to the world. The ones that were still inside, at least.

One of his hands came up to his face, feeling at the wetness of the blood. Picking one of the strings of raw meat from his teeth, he held it up and stared at it for a minute. Then, rather abruptly, his eyes rolled back in his head and he fell sideways, skull making contact with the floor accompanied by a solid and resounding thud.