Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Love ❯ The Night Life ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer- I do not own the Teen Titans.
A/N: And by the way, this fic just happens to be my first. Forgot to tell ya’ll.
And from now on, Jiminy, Robin’s conscious, when he speaks it will be encased in: –Speak–, and no longer the italics.


Robin sat near the coast behind Titan Tower as the sun died a slow death. Thinking of something like that, he smirked. He skipped rocks to kill time, all record breaking sips as they skimmed across the ocean surface. Dusk turned to twilight in a matter of minutes, the stars blanketed the sky as night conquered the day. Robin stood up and stretched, yelling turned to roaring. He then laughed, he felt immensely rejuvenated. Hopping on his bike and switching it to aerial mode. He sped across the ocean towards the now gleaming Jump City.

Robin, reaching the city, hopped of his bike and put on the necessary security equipment. Walking down the sidewalk, he had never noticed how much Jump City changed during the night. Only around when during a battle of some sort, the mood was different, the people were different. And the women, were much more revealing. Why Robin had cared about the women and why he was even able to see marks on they’re cleavage from across the street, he didn’t know, but he won’t say he didn’t like it.

–You like what you see don’t you?–

“Yeah, I do.” He said as his head followed a very attractive lady.

–First, you need new clothes. I was thinking- –

“I already have the clothing situated. A few color adjustments, namely black, and my old uniform will be new again. And here we are.” Robin walked down some steps to a little tailoring shop. He knocked on the door once, then he paused, then knocked three more times. After a while, a short, plump man opened the door.

“Robin! Need a little stitchin’?” The excited man asked. Robin would usually come to this man for his uniform needs. Secret operation, like a Tailor-Customer confidentiality thing.

“No Marv, I need so much more.” Robin said with a smirk as he closed the door. Marv eyed Robin with interest.

“There’s somethin’ different about you.” Marv was one of the few people who new his identity. Robin stopped walking in the little shop. He looked out the window, clear skies and a full moon rested upon the sky. And the moonlight shown through the window, hitting Robin square in the face. Making him look calm, and there’s only one word to describe it. Cool.

Marv hadn’t turned the lights on to his shop, so of course, they were in the dark. The light that shown through the window, only hit Robin’s face. Making it seem as if his head was floating as his body was invisible in the darkness. Robin then turned to Marv.

“That’s because there is something different about me.” And Robin reached up and took his mask off. Setting off a loud gasp from Marv. The moon lit face, now looked even more cool, but it also looked murderous, threatening. Those red eyes, bloody eyes, when in the moonlight, now sparkled like rubies. Marv had backed up towards the door, obviously scared.

“Don’t be frightened Marv. But, I am a vampire.” He sighed, “But I’m still the same Robin, I’m still Dick. So stop acting silly and come on.” Robin told him. Marv walked a little closer to him. Seeing that Robin couldn’t be lying, he smiled a little bit.

“How’d it happen?” He asked.

“Long story with a short amount of time. The night is young but unfortunately this suit is not. I want different colors. Black cape, both sides. Black pants, dark gray belt. The shirt, black with the same dark gray sleeves. The R, make it white. And the three bars, make those white too. Got it?” Robin walked towards the door.

“When will you need it?” Marv asked as he began searching for the needed material.

“I’ll be back in one hour.” And he walked out the door. Marv exhaled while rubbing his head.

“Alrigh’ lets do it.” And the outfit was being created.


/––/–


Robin jumped from roof top to roof top. Jumping as high as his vampire strength could take him. And yes, he really did love this new found strength. He dropped down next to the junkyard. He turned around, was the junkyard really that close to the city. He shrugged it off though. Feeling here would be the perfect place to test his upper body strength. He jumped around, finding the perfect space.

“Hah!” He exclaimed, he spotted a burnt down pick up truck in the middle of a clearing. Running up to it, he looked it over. Then bent down and placed his hands underneath it. Then began to lift, until it was over his head. He laughed crazily, then threw it effortlessly into a heap near other cars. He looked at his hands, taking off his gloves. He flexed it, making his claws grow to a sizable length. Then he looked at that same truck, then he leaped at, shredding his claws through it’s side. 4 long gashes were in the place of the metal as the truck looked like it was attacked by something more deadly. Robin looked back at his hands.

‘I’ll have to keep these in check..’ He thought, thinking about criminals he might accidentally kill while grabbing there collars for information.
–Having fun? Now it’s time for business. Go Downtown, a club I spotted on the way over here. Called The Top Notch. Head there.–

“Yeah.” He jumped in the direction towards the club. Finding this new form of transportation exhilarating. The feel of the wind threw his hair. Is this what it felt like to ride his bike without the helmet? If it was, he was missing out. He landed on the other side of the street across from the club’s entrance.

“If I go in there I’ll be torn alive.” He said, noticing the way everybody dressed, somebody like him wouldn’t get through the front door.

–Good point. Go check back in with Marv. He should have them done by now–


BACK AT MARV’S

Robin sat waiting for the finishing touches on his suit. He was already in his pants and shirt, the cape takes extra long, seeing as he needs the right material.

–Why don’t we just go like this. It’s not like it’s a Halloween Party. The cape won’t be needed.–

“Good point.” Robin agreed.

“What!?” Marv called from the back room.

“Nothing, I’ll be back for the cape later.” He walked out the door again, and out towards the club. He landed in the same spot as before across from it.

–Do you see that symbol, next to the name?–

“Yeah. What is it?”

–An ancient mark of the Vampire. There’s one in every place of Vampire. Clubs, gyms, corporations. You name it.–

“How come we’ve never seen any. I mean, if there hand actually extends to controlling corporations, then won’t you think we would have heard of them?” Robin asked his J.

–No, it would seem as if this is there first establishment in Jump City.–

“How do you know all this?”

–Like I told you, the book wasn’t always in Raven’s possession. When I said it wanted her to know it was there, meant it wasn’t there the entire time. As a matter of fact, the book probably isn’t in her possession any longer now. Raven has no need for it so it moved on.–

“Moved on?” Robin asked, they had both forgotten about the club as Robin wanted to know more of that book’s origin.

–For someone else to use, but it can only be found by dark people like herself. Which is why I know all. Whether it be demons, your regular every night gothic, or yourself, a vampire.–

“But then why am I a vampire. Wouldn’t she want me to be a demon like her, or be gothic?”

–You are what she wants. One day, you’ll be in her room long enough to scan her book case. 35% belongs to that of the Vampire heritage. You heard her, now that you’re a vampire, she’s more interested.–

“But why?” He pressed on, “I mean, how does love, night, ok I understand night, and dark, and shadows, I understand that. OK I understand a little now, but still. Couldn’t I have been gothic?”

–No damn it! What don’t you get, Raven doesn’t need to talk to another Gothic person. She is gothic, she wants something different, something to spice her life up. Her feelings as you should know, were involved as well.–

“How do you know how she feels?” Robin asked, his temperature boiling a little bit now.

–If you don’t believe me, ask her yourself.–

“Alright then I will.” He stood up from his perched position across the club. Which they had both forgotten about. He was ready to jump back towards the coast, when someone came running out the club, drenched in blood. Then as soon as he jumped on his bike to escape, an extremely sharp S like hook came speeding out the dark entrance of the club. Slicing through his neck like butter. Then zoomed back into the club. Robin was shocked at first, then confused. The man had burst into flame, leaving scorch marks on his bike. Robin jumped down from the building to inspect. Looking at the bike, he ran inside the club.

He gasped at he mayhem in front of him. Vampires, everywhere. But they weren’t dancing, they were either running away, fighting, or dying in the same fate as the man on the bike. Then Robin’s eyes rested upon a single man. A black man, decked out in leather and weapons attached to places he didn’t know possible. Blasting away the vampires with a shotgun until it was knocked out his hands. He then pulled out a silver contraption, he kissed it.

“For Whistler.” He mumbled. The man then pulled out a long string and whipped it towards a rushing vampire. Then at another and another.

–Robin! You have to stop him!–

“Who is him?” He asked while walking towards the man.

–Blade! The Vampire Hunter.–

“Blade!? I’ve heard that from somewhere before. Hey! Blade! Leave them alone. What did they do to you!” Robin thought it a stupid question, but got his attention anyway. He kicked a vampire in the chest, knocking him away a good distance. Grabbing another and putting him into a headlock, he then turned to Robin.

“They exist.” Then snapped his neck in 360 degrees. Then pulled out his sword and rushed Robin.

“Wait!” But no, Blade had begun an all out assault towards Robin. Who dodged and evaded as much as he could. And he really had to hand it to the vampire side, they had quick reflexes to match none. Well, besides Blade, who danced with his sword relentlessly.

He took a swipe towards Robin’s head, Robin then ducked and back flipped out of his reach. All the while knocking the sword out of his hand. Not that it mattered. Robin cursed his luck, he just had to have high martial arts skills too.

Robin leaped and sent a swift roundhouse kick as Blade swept the ground with his powerful legs. Swift kicks and swift punches here and there as the rest of the vampires sat back in awe. Blade gave Robin a right hook, but was blocked and countered with an uppercut to the stomach. Which was blocked, but Blade had grabbed his fist and swung him around. He released and Robin collided with the wall, shaking his head, he went to stand up but was forced back down by Blade. He had the sword to his neck, ready to pierce it and end his life. Then someone came bursting inside the club, taking both Robin and Blades attention.

And to Robin’s surprise and horror, it was the Titans. All four of them, Blade turned his head back Robin.

“I’ll be seeing you again.” He threatened, then he made a little X on Robin’s neck. Which burned into his skin like poison. Then Blade jumped up, and dashed for the exit. Beastboy and Starfire followed him, Raven and Cyborg stayed behind, and yet they didn’t know that was Robin. Raven seemed to be eyeing him seriously though, but thought the power she was feeling was because he was a vampire. And this was a vampire club, so it couldn’t be him. Especially fighting Blade.

Robin hid his face from view, saw the exit. Or what you could call an exit. A large whole in the wall, probably made by a frantic vampire. Grabbing a burnt shirt, he wrapped it around his face. Gagging as the horrid smell of burnt flesh hit his nose. Leaving only room for sight. He slowly stood up, remembering the last time he had to fight his way away from his fellow Titans. He had almost ended up friendless. But he had a reasonable excuse, to get closer to Slade and bring him down. But now, he wasn’t too sure his excuse would be good.

Then he broke for it, speeding towards the hole in the wall, it was blocked by Raven’s energy. Spinning around to meet them again, they still stood there. Smug grin on Cyborg’s face. Only made his, “inner beast,” growl with rage. Fighting was one road he didn’t want to turn to, but it was the only possible way. Well, maybe if he got rid of Cyborg, Raven knew he was a vampire. Wouldn’t be that much of a shock to her. He then reached inside the face shield he created and pulled of his mask. Revealing his eyes to Cyborg and Raven. But mainly Raven, she gazed back into the slits that held his blood red eyes. Raven raised an eyebrow, then shifted a little behind Cyborg as he laid down the rules to Robin. She put her hands to her head.

‘Robin! Is that you?’ She asked the slowly backing person. He nodded, then nodded towards Cyborg.

‘I’m going to attack him, when he goes to block, knock him out. Have it come from behind so that he doesn’t know. Then I’m going to run out the back door, follow me after you check with him. Alright.” Robin finished, she nodded in approval.

“Hey! Stop ignoring me and get on the ground. We can do this nice and calm like, but if you wanna get rough just say the word!” Cyborg bellowed. Robin looked at him, then leaped unsuspectedly at Cyborg who, like Robin said, went to block. And Raven clocked Cyborg on a pressure point that knocked him out cold. Then Robin dashed through the back door, followed shortly by Raven. She looked around for him, but he seemed to be gone. But then she could feel his presence near-by.

“Raven!” Robin whispered from a far corner.

“Robin! What were you–” Raven had began to ask, but Robin cut him off.

“I’ll tell you back at the Tower. Take us both to your room. We won’t be bothered there.” He told her. And she did, they touched down back into her room. He told her to wait while he changed quickly out the new suit, and into the old one. And ran back to her room. Where she sat on her bed with a patient expression.

“Raven tell me one thing, wait, hold that thought.” He ran to her bookcase. And sure enough, the bottom row contained old and new books on vampires. He smirked, then turned back to Raven. Who was looking at him as if he had lost it.

“Raven, tell me. Do you like me as a vampire?” Robin asked her, staring into her eyes seemed pointless with his mask on. So he put his hand to it and took it off. Red stared into violet, Raven found his taking off of the mask moving. So she’ll tell him, just this once.

“Robin, I held feelings for you before you, before I, turned you into a vampire. But yes, now that you are, those very same feelings have grown stronger.” She paused, “Don’t ever make me do that again.” Making Robin chuckle. Robin looked down at his hands, his gloves to be more precise. Then looked back at Raven.

“My turn,” he said, “In all truths, I’ve always, wanted to run a finger across your face.” He whispered. Raven was taken aback at first, then Robin began to slowly slide each finger out their placements. Then with his now un-gloved hand, he slowly ran his pointer finger across Raven’s temple, then her cheek. She had held her breath while he did it. Neither could believe how today’s events had turned into this. Raven, unbeknownst to all, had quite a collection of adult books to read. In case it were ever come to it, she’d know what to do. Virgin or not. And now seemed like that time.
Robin, on the other hand. Had no knowledge of sex or anything like that. Never really caring for it at all. But since he became a vampire, he’s had a certain itch down in that direction. An itch he felt he seriously needed to scratch. And why not do it with this beauty.

And as Robin’s finger began to leave her face, she grabbed it. Then slowly licked the tip, around his fingernails and up the white side. Robin stared transfixed on Raven and her work. Lust began to fill his eyes as he went into heat. He felt like a completely different person, right now he just wanted sex. And he was going to get it.

And he quickly pulled his finger form Raven, startling her. Then he threw her on her back, ripped her clothes and his off and on the floor.

“Robin wait! Don’t!” She pleaded, his strength had grown exponentially in a matter of seconds. In all the heat, the animal raged within him. Then he remembered who he was.

“Raven, I’m sorry. But, you have to let me do this. I’ll try with all might to go slow at first. But I can barely hold it right now. It needs release, and you have to give to me Raven.” He pleaded. He grabbed his length, and positioned it near her whole. Then let out a sharp growl when his head touched her soft flesh. He looked down, there were no lips, nothing. Just a pink whole among the gray skin. He looked at her, the size of this whole was nowhere near his thickness. His eyes met hers again. And her cheeks were burning with blood. An extremely deep shade of red was imprinted on her amber face. She knew she was different from other women, human women to be more exact. That’s why she wanted to go slow, to explain. But now all she could say was. . .

“Don’t worry Robin, it’ll expand. Just picture lips around it, it’s like any other women’s. I’ll tell you later.” She sighed, Robin nodded, knowing now she wanted it just as bad as he did. He put the tip in slowly, and she was right, It expanded. But surely, no other woman could feel the way she feels. It was unbelievable, words to describe mingled into actions. He pushed his way in more, then reaching her hymen, he looked into her eyes. A future apology, and thrust forward, causing her to gasp in pain. Then pain soon turned into pleasure as he slowly moved back out, then back in. Her cries turned to moans, his gasps turned to grunts of pleasure as he sped up his pace.

The feeling he was receiving from her was undescribable. The only thing he could do was speed up, as fast as he could thrust. Feeling he was on the verge of that oh so needed release. He looked down at Raven, she was biting her lip. Then she moaned loudly, jumping from off the bed and throwing her arms across his body. Making Robin stop his actions. She had came, so quickly. Or maybe it was because he was hitting the spot hard and fast over and over. Too much for a girl to take. Then Robin started up again. Faster this time, harder this time. Then a sudden burst of thrusts and he came for all it was worth. Panting quick breaths, he looked at her. But he was no longer on top. Somewhere during his climax he had turned them over. And he knew why, how he knew he didn’t know.

–Raven now belongs to you and no other. The next time you will take the right procedures and mark her. But for now rest, I’ll explain later–

Robin looked at Raven, she gave him a weary little smile. He smirked, he caressed her cheek, pushed himself off the bed and kissed her. It seemed as if she melted into his form. He had know idea he was a good kisser. Grabbing her covers while he was still kissing her, he wrapped themselves in it. Then they finally parted for air.

“You need to tell them.” Raven whispered as she laid her head on his chest.

“I know, tomorrow. Now we sleep.” Raven turned the lights off with her powers, and they drifted into a sleep they both needed.

Raven dreaming about Robin.

And

Robin dreaming about a liquid like red substance. Something that more strongly hit his nose while wearing the shirt.


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End of the Third Chapter

A/N: Whaddyou think?

Reviews please, and thank you for the ones I already have.
And yeah, this is my very first fic. So be gentle.
And since it took me awhile to update, I’ll post two and not one.

Next Chapter: The Sweet Taste of Blood


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