Chapter 4: Dinner

No. There was no way in the living hell she was going out in that. Raven stared at the dress Jason had ordered her to wear. First; why did he have a dress like that? Two; Why would he want her to wear it? Third; She was not wearing that!

The dress was a halter strap dark gray dress that reached just a few inches below her hips. The short skirt was gray with black floral lace over it reaching just above the knees. Turning it around she found it backless.

Joy, Raven thought.

But she really didn't have a choice. Mumbling curses and swear words under her breath she slipped into the dress. Looking herself in the mirror she noticed why he'd chosen it. Her cleavage was showing, her hips looked a little bigger as the dress was hugging her side. Raven growled loudly before her eyes caught the sight of a pair of black high heels. She cursed again. Heels… Really?

Then it was a knock on her door. It wasn't a loud bang like when he woke her up, but it was softer and asking to be let in.

"What?!" Raven hissed as she walked up to the door.

"Are you dressed?" It was Jason, no surprise since he was the only one that had lived there for like… Forever.

"Maybe."

"I'm coming in then." Before she could stop him, the door opened. Raven walked angrily back to the mirror and glared at Jason through it.

"What do you want?" She asked. Jason raised an eyebrow at how she looked, it was so strange seeing her like this. The all mighty Vampire Hunter Raven Roth, in a dress. He looked up and down her back since she was still turned. He hadn't really noticed that she was pale, almost as pale as him but she had a tint of gray instead of dead like him. The dress was looked good on her.

"Dinner's ready." He said, his eyes still locked on the scar across her back. It was a long thick light gray line going from the top of her left shoulder to the top of her right hip. "What happened there?"

Raven looked over her shoulder trying to see what he was looking at, she turned and used the mirror for help. Seeing that he'd seen that scar she looked away. "Nothing, just a bad battle." She insited.

"No, really. What happened?" He walked closer to her, his curiosity taking over his actions. What had been so powerful that it had scarred her like that?

"It's none of your business!" Raven snapped, for a second she looked like a child angry at her parents.

"It is my business since the blood bond, what gave you that scar?" He asked again, a little louder this time. He felt himself grow into a parentlike figure that was arguing with a child. Raven looked away as well as turning her body to the side. In doing so, she gave Jason a better picture of it. From the looks of it, it wasn't too old, maybe a few months old. He walked closer to her, he was lucky that she had her eyes closed like she was in shame. He got close enough to examine it.

From what he could tell, it was something big that had cut her.

Suddenly, she jumped away from him. "What are you doing?!" She yelled before throwing a shoe at him. He ducked away from the shoe and glared at her.

"You'll tell me sooner or later!" He yelled. "Anyway, dinner!" He grabbed her arm and dragged her down the hall. She was about to protest, but her stomach roared out before her. "Sounds like you're hungry!" He laughed.

Raven glared at him, she had never really seen him this close. Sure they had gotten really close in battle before, but now that they weren't trying to kill each other or fighting at any level. The calmness, greatness, and strange enough sweetness. She could tell in his eyes that he wasn't about to hurt her. And for a second, she forgot about the fact of what he was.

She shook her head and stared forward at where he was dragging her. He dragged her into a huge dining room. The room was long with high roof, dark wood paneled walls and floor, there was a dining table with two chairs and a bunch of food, maybe enough to feed a small village. There was also a fireplace next to the table that was blazing with life. Raven stared at the welcoming room. The other rooms she had been in was either black, dark gray, or another dark color that was just singing of vampire, but this… This looked almost like something a king would have.

Without realizing it, Jason had lead her to the table and settled her down in one of the chairs. Her eyes wandered upwards to see an unlit iron chandelier that formed like many dragons were holding a candles in their mouths while they all hung from the same metal ring.

"You like it?" Jason asked, snapping her back to reality. "I want you to know one thing before we start eating. Vampires doesn't just live off blood, sure we drink it to fuel ourselves, but we're very much like humans. We drink water, we eat food." He sat down on the other side of the table. "Go ahead." He smiled.

Raven sat still for a second, blinking at him. She snapped back when she saw that Jason had begun to eat. Looking around at the food her mouth watered, it looked good.

Raven hesitated before taking a bite out of something that looked like chicken. It tasted good. She hadn't died yet so it wasn't poisonous.

Half an hour later, Raven and Jason had eaten themselves full. Raven had been surprised when he said he didn't just have to eat blood, that it was only fuel. Her hand had traveled to her neck and felt where he had bitten her, it was gone now, but she remembered where it was. He had the chance to kill her that night, to take away everything she loved just by turning her, but he didn't. She asked herself that, why didn't he?

She looked over at Jason, who now sat playing with his fork. Her eyes traveled his body, as far as she could see that is. She looked at his eyes, he was too busy studying his fork to notice that her eyes was locked on his. His bright green eyes… wait, green?

Her eyes narrowed, his eyes were supposed to be red, just like all vampires. But here he sat, with emerald eyes to get lost in. They were shinging of wisdom and mystery. At first she wondered why he had green eyes instead of red like he had a awhile ago. Her head tilted to the side at the question.

"If you're wondering about my eyes, you could just ask." Her mind snapped, she hadn't noticed that she had become lost in his eyes, but he had.

"Huh?!" Her head jumped slightly.

"My eyes. You seem to have noticed that they're not red as usual," She gave a short nod. "Well I am different from other vampires. I wasn't turned when I was around 17. My mother was turned when she was pregnant with me, I'm technically half vampire since my father was originally human and so was my mother. After giving birth to me, I grew up like a normal human. I'm around your age."

"That doesn't make any sense." Raven commented.

"Perhaps, but it is the truth. I age like a human, I do anything humans do. The only difference is that I am much more sensitive to the sun, and for example onion and silver." He shrugged.

"What about a wooden stake to the heart?" She asked.

"Who wouldn't die from that?" He asked.

"True," Raven looked away. "So, you're half vampire? I didn't know that even existed."

"Few do, we're rare beings. People think that Vampires are living dead that drink blood, but we're much more. Yes, some has woken from the dead, but when they do everything in their body wake too. They turn from dead and back to the living." Raven blinked at the information. She had always thought they were dead inside out.

"Don't make too much fuss about it, I've moved past it. I'll probably only live a few more years than a normal human being." He closed his eyes for a second and when he opened them, Raven's eyes went wide. They were still green, but they were hypnotizing, like calling for her, wanting her to get closer. A tingling feeling in her stomach snapped her back to reality, no, this wasn't right. She should know better, vampires were dangerous. Yet. Here she sat, at dinner with one of the most dangerous known.

Raven looked down in her lap.

"Tell me about the scar." He commanded. Raven narrowed her eyes at him.

"No."

"Please?"

"No, it was an accident, nothing more."

"Raven."

She looked away.

"Raven Roth."

Her eyes widened slightly and she looked up at him without moving her face.

"Tell me about the scar." He commanded again.

"You wouldn't believe me." She stated.

"Try me." He dropped the fork as he swung it around in his hand. He cursed low before picking it up.

"I was fighting this vampire named Slade. He was harder than other vampires, stronger that is. I wasn't able to kill him and had to call in help, they told me he was out of my league and to stay away. I was about to leave the scene when he jumped on me. The last thing I remember was that he pulled out a knife and a stabbing pain." She looked towards the windows. "I woke up in a hospital, they told me I was lucky I survived but I would have the scar for the rest of my life. The other hunters said that Slade Wilson was a master vampire and that they caught him, but they can't get too close to him, so he's locked up in the deepest dungeons in Gotham."

Jason was glad for that. He had meet Slade once, and he had no plans of meeting him again. The man was mad. His morals was to kill, kill everything. Every human being, hunters, normal mortals. Vampires were to rule the world.

"I apologize for it." Jason raised his head and to look at her. She looked confused.

"It was I that tried to attack something I couldn't handle." She looked down at the floor. When she looked up again, she was surprised to find Jason standing right in front of her, on one knee.

"Raven, he attacked you. I understand what you are, what you worked for. But the past is already written, it's the future that can still be changed."

"When did you become such a poet?" Raven asked with a slight smirk.

"Awhile ago, I read when I'm not bugging you." Raven snorted, both in disgust and humor.

Jason looked at her for a second with confusion. Both in the fact that she laughed at him for saying he read, and the fact that she just laughed. "What's so funny? Did you really think I just sit around doing nothing when I'm not trying to bug you."

"Yes." She laughed.

Jason rolled his eyes but smiled. She was… He didn't have words for it. Different, maybe.

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Sorry it was so late, I've been without my PC for awhile. But here's the fourth chapter, I'll make the next as soon as I can.