[I do not own Teen Titans or any characters mentioned in this story. iM BACK. FINALLY. This will probably be a two parter...three parter if I'm not too wuss to add some smut into this story.]

Elliot jolted upright in his dark bed in a cold sweat, breathing raggedly and his arms straining as if he'd just come out of a fight. Elliot coughed violently and suddenly his entire body felt weak and wobbly as if he had no strength left contrary to what he felt just seconds ago. Elliot coughed violently for just a few minutes more before he shakily brought his hand down from his mouth to see angry red blood splattered all across it.

Elliot sighed tiredly as he wiped the blood away carelessly on a section of his bedsheets that was at least somewhat away from where he'd lay his face at night.

What was happening to him?

Elliot had been sick for the past three days. The only problem was that Elliot didn't get sick, ever. The worst that he'd ever gotten in his life was when he had a stomach virus for half an hour. So why was all of this happening to him and how could he make it stop?

Elliot had been puking non-stop, and scrambling to rehydrate himself so that he wouldn't pass out in front of Joseph. Elliot would cough up blood violently, and his throat felt as if he had knives attempting to escape his adam's apple. His entire mouth would burn, and shortly after the coughing he would also get dizzy and he found it hard to stay on his own two feet. Elliot had also been experiencing off and on cold sweats and fevers. He would become freezing to the point where he had to fight not to make a scene by shivering violently, and like a flash he would be sweating like a pig from an unimaginable heat. Elliot would also feel terrible cramps at random places in his body, usually his primary muscles. He would cramp in his arms, legs, back, and abdomen. Usually though, it was almost always his upper back.

But Elliot could handle cold sweats. Elliot could handle fevers and puking and coughing up blood, but he couldn't explain to himself his...other symptoms.

Elliot hadn't left his house in three days because last time he did, he nearly killed a young woman. Elliot was a villain. Elliot was mean, and cruel, and an all around pale faced jackass with an asshole complex. Elliot stole, lied, cheated, and hurt people for a living - but Elliot didn't kill, ever.

Around two days after Elliot's sickness had first showed symptoms, strange things had been happening. Whenever Elliot would walk among people on the street or in alleyways, or in any crowded spots at all, his stomach would twist and turn like it was attempting to cramp but forgot how. His two fanged teeth would hum and almost vibrate as if he were brushing his teeth with an electric toothbrush - it wasn't painful, just annoying how he could hear his blood in his ears. If he didn't make it out in the next five minutes, then Elliot's other teeth would start to ache like he'd bitten down into something freezing, and instead of his own blood, Elliot could swear he could hear the individual heartbeat of every other person in his ten foot radius, all at once.

The first time this had happened, Elliot stopped himself in a subway station and started picking at his teeth, attempting to see if perhaps he'd just gotten something stuck in them or was going crazy. Finally, a brown haired man clapped him on the shoulder, attempting to get his attention and ask him if something was wrong and if the man could perhaps offer some medicine. Instead of being polite and turning him away, Elliot whipped up and hissed at the now terrified man.

Elliot hissed. Not just the 'get away from me now' cat-like hiss, either. Elliot glared up at the man and let out a guttural, snarling sound that echoed hatefully all throughout the building. Elliot roared out a hiss and bared his teeth as if he were an animal, causing the man to fall on his back and several people to scatter out of the building in fear of the lion-like roar that came from Elliot. Elliot himself backed away, not realizing that he had made that sound. In panic, Elliot teleported out as quickly as he could, with more questions than answers.

That wasn't the last time, either. Just yesterday, Elliot had thought the sickness had finally gone away, but it seemed that it had only gotten worse. A blonde woman jogged past Elliot with music in her eyes, and Elliot growled lowly without realizing as he listened to the sound of her heartbeat in his ears and he could feel the heat radiating off of her body even from so far away.

Before he could stop himself, Elliot had grabbed the woman by her neck and lifted her off of the ground, pinning her to an alley's brick wall in the process. The woman kicked and screamed in fear, but all Elliot could focus on was the sweat dripping from her neck. Finally, Elliot looked up at the woman hatefully, but then was stopped short.

She looked a lot like Joseph. She had the same color hair, same shaped eyes, same shaped lips, and many other similarities that it would take too long to name.

Elliot dropped her quickly, watching with horror at what he'd done as she fell to the ground in a heap and gasped for air before bolting away from him and screaming in terror.

Elliot's strange physical habits were matched only be his newfound strange mental ones. Elliot wasn't moody. Elliot wasn't the type of person to have mood swings or think with his emotions very much, but that seemed to be happening a lot lately. For a time his thoughts would all be "you're better than these idiots, why do you let them control you? You should kill them all, you'd be better off". And in the next fifteen minutes everything he thought about would be "you look like a fool, why does Joseph even stay with you? You're a useless imbecile, you're nothing".

Elliot also had vivid and terrible nightmares that he couldn't make any sense of.

In all of his nightmares, he'd wake up with his teeth bared and letting out more roaring hisses that he prayed no one else in the building heard.

In every nightmare, Joseph was always there. The two most prominent dreams were the worst and most confusing. The first dream would show Elliot and Joseph laying together in each other's arms as they often did after a fight. But then out of nowhere Elliot would be biting angrily into Joseph's neck. The strangest part about the dream was Joseph lack of reaction, as if he were okay with it. In the second dream, Joseph would be screaming something at Elliot that sounded fuzzy and out of place, and Elliot was forced to watch as he killed Joseph with his own hands. He would rip Joseph apart and tear him to pieces, and he couldn't stop himself. Elliot didn't understand, he loved Joseph with all of his heart, and he wouldn't dare hurt him. So why was this happening?

Of course Elliot had yet to actually tell Joseph of any of what was going on. Elliot knew that the first person Joseph would suggest they go to would be his father.

It's not that Elliot didn't like Kirk, they actually had a lot in common that they could talk about. It's just that every time Elliot visited Kirk on medical basis, he almost always got bad news back. Elliot had a very sinking feeling that Kirk knew what was going on, and Elliot also had a sinking feeling that the cure wouldn't just be a shot and a pill, either.

Elliot's thoughts were suddenly ripped apart by an especially terrible cramp in his stomach, causing him to groan out in pain and double over into a ball, curling around his abdomen. Elliot looked warily over to an extra pillow he had, feeling degraded and humiliated. Elliot had found that his cramps and the stinging in his teeth were normally dulled if he bit down on something - it worked best if it were clothing or a pillow. It had the same effect of something with a toothache biting down on a warmed cooling pack. Elliot grumbled as he yanked the pillow toward himself and started chewing on the corner of it like a baby, hating his stupid body for being so stupid to him lately.

Elliot flopped back down on his bed, still curled in a ball around the pillow he was chewing on and glaring angrily at a picture of his father from when he was a child that he had at his bedside.

Elliot grumbled some more as he walked over to where he'd set his phone down on the other side of the room, the pillow still hanging lamely from his mouth as drool starting showing on the part around his mouth. He felt like a dog. He hated it.

Elliot looked down at the number labeled on his phone for a moment, debating whether this was a good idea. The contact read: Edward Poser, with a picture of his dad he'd taken without permission.

Elliot held the phone away from his face for a moment, bracing himself as he pressed the call button.

The minute he'd pressed call, Kirk immediately answered the phone and started with all the lame parent questions he normally shouted at Elliot when he did call on those rare occasions. It was always 'how are you doing, why don't you call more, have you been keeping warm lately, it's been getting cold young man don't make me go out and actually buy you a jacket'. Elliot always thought having an actual vampire father would be cool, but no, Kirk Langstrom was one of the most embarrassing dads in this dimension.

The sudden noise startled Elliot, and he fumbled for a moment as he dropped the phone from his hands and scrambled to catch it before it hit the floor.

"D...Dad...Da...Dad…!" Elliot attempting to mumble as his father kept on with his talking before Elliot exploded like he had been prone to for the past few days.

"DAD!" He roared, easily getting Kirk's attention. Elliot sighed sadly, ashamed of yelling at his father but also relieved he'd finally shut up.

"I need a favor."

[hERE YA GO. Don't tell me Kirk wouldn't be the lamest Vampire Dad ever. Read and Review please! The main reason I quit this story in the first place was because I felt like people weren't actually reading and enjoying it because I didn't get a whole lot of reviews. So, If you want more, please Review! It doesn't have to be long or thought out, just let me know you liked it somehow.]