Chapter 9: The past is written

Taking care of Raven was easier than Jason thought. He thought she would fight him at every corner, but she didn't. No, she simply sat there letting him take care of her. He almost forgot that she was a grown adult as he took care of her like a parent would to their ill child. They had also gotten to know each other a little more, without the fights this time.

"So you wasn't sick more than twice in your childhood?" Jason had asked while he fed her. Her body and mind was still weak from the suicide attempt she had tried.

"Yeah, first time I had a cold, and the second time I had a fever." She smiled. "My mother used to read to me the two weeks I was sick, my favourite was…" She trailed off, like she was ashamed.

Jason lifted another spoon of soup to her mouth before asking, "Your favourite?"

Raven swallowed and glared at him. "I'm not telling you, you'd laugh." She frowned at him. Before taking another spoon of food.

Jason smiled gently as he now placed the empty bowl on the tray. "I wouldn't, I promise." She knew it was lie, she knew he would laugh. It was just his nature. When he saw the raised eyebrow he laughed, "Fine, I won't laugh much. Better?"

Raven almost let the chuckle past her lips but she smiled. "I used to love: Beauty and the Beast" She blushed and buried herself in the blanket she had begun to shelter herself in.

Jason smiled before a small chuckle escaped his lips, he shook his head. "Liking a fairy tale when you're young isn't something to be ashamed of. I used to love Peter Pan." He admitted with a childish smile. "I liked the idea of escaping reality." He laid down in the bed and looked at her from the side. "Why did you love Beauty and the Beast?" He asked.

"I don't know, I liked the idea that someone beautiful could fall in love with a monster." She shrugged. "I don't know, I liked the idea."

Jason decided to change the subject when he saw the distant memory that played in Raven's eyes. "What about favourite city? You travelled a lot didn't you?" He asked as Raven laid down in the bed next to him.

"Yeah, I never really got to know the cities. I think I liked Azarath the most, it was so peaceful, calm, and it was the city I was born in."

Jason smiled. "I've lived in Gotham all my life, I don't know any other cities. I hope that one day I could go out to see as many as I could. Even if it was during the night." He smiled and Raven saw the dream in his eyes. A dream. He had a dream of travel. It wasn't what she thought his dream would be, but it was.

"Maybe I'll take you to Azarath one day…" She muttered with a smile. Jason looked at her with wide eyes asking for a promise. "Maybe, you'll have to be nice until then." He frowned and Raven laughed.

"Promise?" He asked, he looked desperate.

"Hmm…" Now she was just torturing him.

Jason grunted with a frown before he climbed over her, caging her inside his arms. He leaned over her face and watched as her eyes widened, he wasn't sure whenever it was of worry, fear, shock, or something else. He smiled cruelly, if she was about to torture him, he would have some damn fun himself.

"J-Jason?" She was stuttering and he knew she was in slight shock. Her mouth trembled as she looked into the green eyes. In the corner of the green iris, she could see the tingle of red slowly creep its way towards the center. He wasn't anywhere near hungry so she didn't have to fear that, yet. "W-What are you doing?" She asked.

"Promise?"

She didn't answer for a good while as she stared up into his eyes. "Promise." She muttered with a smile before lifting her face to his, her nose brushed against his and her lips meet his in a short kiss. She wasn't about to give into him, she just needed him to get shocked enough for his mind to wander.

It worked.

And suddenly, he found himself on the floor. "You regained the strength in your legs…" He pointed out.

"I know." Raven laughed, "I'm starting to feel better…" She looked away in sorrow, like something had struck her mind. "I don't know if I did thank you, or if I should." She admitted. Her words struck at the remnants of his heart. She remembered that she didn't thank him, but didn't know whenever she should've.

"It doesn't matter." Jason spoke, his voice was soft and comforting. "Just, don't ever do it again." He leaned over and kissed her forehead before she could protest or move at all.

She looked at him with slightly surprised eyes. That's when he noticed that her cheeks were bright red. He smiled.

xXx

A blood covered body fell to the floor. The person, now headless, looked human. Five thrones were placed on a small platform in front of the body. The Vampire Lords, from the left sat:

Brother Blood, an older man with gray hair. He sat in a robe from the church he once owned. A brutal man that would lure people, mostly young women, to pray before he killed them. He became a vampire after drinking the blood of a vampire, and later he became a Vampire Lord.

Next to him, sat Jinx. A female Vampire Lord, the only one. Jinx was a woman that used to train young and new vampires to kill hunters. She was a good teacher, and later was crowned as a Vampire Lord, or Lady.

Furthest to the right, sat a pale young man with long white hair. He wore strange armor despite the protection of the dark castle. The Vampire lord, that had once been a knight, had killed many of his kind to earn his position. He even killed his own brothers, his name… Was Rorek.

Next to him, sat a masked man in black and orange. The man's identity was a secret, but his blood red eye was looking out on the dead body. From what the other lords knew, he'd almost always been a vampire Lord. His name, was Slade.

And in the center, sat a tall, bulky, lord with red skin. His eyes were closed like usual, but it had been known that he had yellow glowing eyes. His form was shadowed, unlike the other lords. The red lord with long white hair, was known as Trigon The Terrible, or Scath The First Vampire.

The four with their eyes open, stared as the dead hunter was dragged away from the throne room of the black stone castle.

"What is on your mind, m'lord?" Jinx asked.

"Hmm…" Trigon thought for another second before answering, "I feel a strange presence in a nearby castle. A blood bond." His eyes remained closed.

"A Blood bond, with whom?" Brother Blood asked.

"A lesser Vampire Lord…" A minute ticked by as Trigon cleared his vision, "... Jason Todd…"

The higher Lords looked at each other, they all knew Jason. He was one of the most powerful vampires there was. He could take on the high lords, but would likely fail. From what they remember Todd was a rebellious vampire, he did what he wanted.

"What do you wish to do with him?" Malchior asked, "He's always been rebellious."

Trigon opened his four bright yellow eyes. "I wish to know whom, he has made the blood bond with."

It was a lesser known fact, but it was rumored that Trigon was only half vampire. He was a hybrid between so many different mythical beings. Vampire, werewolf, banshee, and many others, but his most known trait… Was the one of the Demons.

Trigon was a demon. He held no mercy. No love. No hope. No nothing. Nothing, he was a heartless creature that wouldn't care whenever one of the lords died.

"I want the bound person taken from him," Trigon smiled, sharp fangs poking out of his lips, "Todd brought this upon himself when he refused to follow the high lords…" He laughed.

xXx

Sorry I'm taking so long and don't update as often as I used to. I'm having a lot of different non-fanfiction ideas that I'm trying to get down. I finished this because maybe I'm getting new inspiration, maybe not… We'll see. Thank you so much for being patient with me, I'm a mess and I love you guys. I'll try not be as slow but it's really hard, I'm sorry!