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      Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, F/F, Multi
  Fandom:
      Young_Justice_(Cartoon)
  Relationship:
      Roy_Harper/Dick_Grayson/Wally_West, Klarion/Artemis/Zatanna
  Character:
      Roy_Harper, Klarion, Robin/Dick_Grayson, Kid_Flash/Wally_West, Artemis
      Crock, Zatanna_Zatara
  Additional Tags:
      Disturbing_Content, Blood, Blood_Drinking, Vampirism, Dark!Roy, mind
      tampering, sub/Dom_relationships, intentional_mental_detriment_of
      children, Dr._Fate_is_a_raging_douchenozzle, for_the_greater_good_of
      course, Dr._Fate_you_are_NOT_helping, and_the_JL_gets_drug_along_for_the
      ride, thanks_a_lot_buckethead...
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      Published: 2013-11-12 Updated: 2014-08-31 Chapters: 10/? Words: 19070
****** Night Fall ******
by sirensoundwave
Summary
     No one should be more afraid of a sidekick than the hero they were
     associated with. A younger version of their mentor they may be, they
     were suppose to be less threatening to face. It wasn't how things
     were supposed to work. It just wasn't natural. Then again, neither is
     Roy... M for blood and disturbing behavior. Slash, mildly lime
     scented. Now a series of connected one shots.
Notes
     Er... I have no explanation for this other than plot bunny that
     escaped. Having some writer’s block on my other fics so I decided to
     go with an idea that wouldn’t leave me be from a different genre. Saw
     this movie that made me think about vampires. Roy can be scary when
     he wants. So... here we are. Though available on FFnet too, there
     will be part of coming chapters that are only able to be posted on
     AFFnet and I guarantee you the longer this goes on, the more fucked
     up it will get.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Night Fall *****
It made no sense. None at all.
 
A man was going insane trying to find an explanation for why he was running for
his life. Rather, a random thug named Mason was sweating bullets as he hauled
ass though the dimly lit back streets of the metro area. Star City was not
where freaky shit like this happened. Of course there was crime but
nothing...supernatural ever happened here. No this was more up Gotham's alley
where nightmares were very real in the form of homicidal monsters and a big
black bat. After all everyone in the underground heard stories and rumors. But
that's all they were right?
 
Obviously not. He tangled with the Joker on a regular basis and won most of the
time, got out of inescapable situations constantly and made grown men
incontinent just by casting his shadow. The jury was still out as to whether or
not he was a really a man or something worse but Batman was supposed to be the
boogieman of the Justice League. Not a freaking side kick. Certainly not the
Robin Hood knock-off's kid.
 
There he admitted it. He was running scared because he had just witnessed
something disturbing enough to make him forget about the heist he had set out
to pull in favor of self preservation. Like a scene from some horror movie.
 
Starting the night out like any other well paying gig, Mason first met his
accomplice. He’d hooked up with a specialist in structural design, the take
would be split 50/50...if they both got away. The guarantee that the other
would squeal like a distressed pig should they be left behind and/or captured
was like insurance. Insurance that they’d both made it out of the bank
unscathed, not that one would live long enough to collect his share. No honor
among thieves as they say.
 
He came up behind the pair without a sound. All that alerted them to his
presence was the obscuring of the moon’s light as they set up to pick the lock
on the ventilation system exhaust.  Both whipped around to reveal a figure
looming behind them. The time between drawing his gun and being introduced to
the other side of the rooftop was a blur. Shaking his head, his vision cleared
enough to see what happened.
 
Red and black spandex. Black domino mask. Quiver of arrows and a bow on his
back. The stupid hat was gone but it was easy to identify their assailant.
Speedy. Well, it was Red Arrow now seeing as he’d split from the blond archer.
Whatever. Just meant he was without back up. Two full grown hoods against one
kid. Arrows verses bullets. Even though he could see his gun too far away to
reach, what career crook didn’t keep a spare?
 
Dennis on the other hand avoided the kid’s grasp and fires his own weapon.
Direct hit to the shoulder.
 
“Ow.”
 
Calm. Too calm a response comes from the young man. He looks down at his bloody
wound as if he’d been hit with a spitball instead of a bullet. Before their
eyes, the skin knit itself back together as the slug clattered to the ground by
his feet. And Mason’s partner drops his gun in shock.
 
“That wasn’t very nice.” A hand surged forward, gripped the stunned man’s hair,
twisted and pulled; all in one fluid motion. As the now headless body slumps
backward, the Crimson Archer allowed the blood dripping from the detached skull
to coat his free hand.
 
The red head proceeded to drop the body part and bring his sticky fingers to
his lips. Licking the digits clean like a child licking syrup from his fingers,
he tilted his head and frowned. A look of disgust playing on his features.
 
"Not nearly as sweet as the boys. Tch, low-lifes taste like stale candy. I know
you're still there. Your heart is racing like a rabbit on speed." He turned to
Mason's hiding place. In the time it took for the event to play out, he’d
scrambled to hide behind the stairwell exit door. “Hows about I give you a head
start? Make it to Arcadia Ave and I won't kill you." His voice is cruel and
taunting all at once. The playful lilt followed by a light chuckle makes the
offer even more frightening.
 
So now the desperate perp was a block away from the safe zone and panting like
a dog. Four blocks and a municipal park later, he could see the bent sign that
read Arca only a few yards away, the last few letters obscured by the
condition. He had a chance! Capes didn’t go back on their word. No matter how
scary they were.
 
That hope faded as his jacket collar was yanked back hard enough to make him
fall on his ass.
 
"Oh, too bad. You were soo close too." That voice purred. With hot breath
against his ear, his swears his heart stopped. Pulling away, a face with an
amused smirk was inches from his own.
 
Shnk!
 
A green arrow embedded itself in the wall beside them. Maybe he was saved. He
could see green tights out of the corner of his eye. The demon rolled his eyes,
snarling as he stood back up. Seeing those inhumanly sharp canines bared wasn’t
doing anything for the man’s peace of mind though.
 
"I’m hungry. Haven't fed in two days, GA. Go away."
 
"You'll kill him Red."
 
"And who's fault would that be? You locked me up for two days and just happened
to forget tonight. The Bat and Flash kept Robin and KF away too." Red Arrow
hissed turning to face the new arrival.
 
"It’s not like I tried to starve you. You were in there with something to, geh,
drink. Besides, whatever you did to those two, it's not right dammit! Using
mind control to make your friends your slaves-"
 
"The hell I have! They let me bite them. How was I supposed to know they’d like
it?! Where the fuck are you going?!" Red Arrow barked and Mason froze mid
crawl. It appears he wasn’t forgotten in the heat of the exchange. Swallowing
on reflex, despite his mouth being dry, he slowly turned around.
 
"Y-you tore Dennis apart b-but you're gonna, gonna eat me?!" Mason at least
wanted to know why before he met his gruesome end. Bravery? No, not really.
More like why not, about to die anyhow.
 
"You didn't....oh god..." The older man drew in a breath.
 
"Ugh. Your stupid friend is fine. He's unconscious in a puddle of his own piss.
Don't look at me that way GA! He's still blacked out on the roof. It was just a
glamour I swear." The red head  snapped. “Fear and adrenaline makes them at
least taste better.”
 
“I can’t believe I’m listening to my former side- partner discuss the
palatability of human blood.” The older hero failed to suppress a shudder.
“Look, Batman’s gonna work something out that doesn’t involve you hypnotizing
or murdering people.”
 
“I said I didn’t--! Grr! In the mean time, I’m starving now. I’ve gone through
the trouble of catching someone and I intend to follow through.”
 
“Listen to yourself! You just admitted to the intention of draining a man dry
to sate your own thirst.”
 
“I’m aware of what I said. Eh?”
 
Mason used this second argument to run full stop down the street. Heh, the kid
could eat the old man for all he cared. As long as he got away, it didn’t
matter to him.
 
"Oof!" He smacked into what felt like a brick wall. Clutching his nose with his
eyes closed he cursed. “Sonnuva bitch!”
 
"I said, I'm HUNGRY."
 
Should have known he wasn’t that damned lucky.
 
Oliver got there just in time to see his adopted son release the limp body.
Blood dribbled down his chin. In morbid fascination, he watched the ginger wipe
it away then suck his finger clean. Contentment, bordering on ecstasy,
expressed by half lidded eyes. The deep groan released from his throat.
 
“Those blood packs were too bland, it’s not the same as live prey.” Roy
stretched a bit, as if a dying man wasn’t crumpled before him. “Let me know if
Bats figures out a ‘better’ way. I could always visit the boys, they really
don’t mind after all. Later Ollie.”
 
Now alone on the street, Green Arrow tried to get himself together.
 
“Uhnnnn...”
 
Not quite alone but semantics weren’t in play here.
 
It was just as creepy when the Dark Knight vanished into the night. But at
least he could be sure his co worker wasn’t out hunting for a victim to drain
the life out of. He was reasonably sure any how. The boy he loved like a son,
the boy took into his home and trained to fight the good fight, had become a
monster.
 
The archer had no idea what to do. Aside from get this guy to the hospital and
pray he didn’t stop breathing on the way.
 
*end?*
 
***** Lies Make Everything Worse *****
Chapter Notes
     Hey ya’ll. About half way done with chapter 6 of “Why Does No One
     Read the Manual?” and trying to figure out the details of “Parallels”
     chapter 26; I have part of it written but want introduce Krishna and
     his servant in an effective way, shocking the hell out of everyone.
     (sigh). The first chapter of this got me to write what I have for
     those stories, hopefully this second shot will do the same.
     These aren’t going to be in any particular order. Just looks into my
     own supernatural twist on Auld Aquaintance. A twist I’ll explain at
     some point.
      
     On ward!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It started with a strange noise. Well several strange noises.
 
They were low, too low for anybody but Connor to hear. Truth be told, he had
been ready to go to sleep at first, school had been so damned boring. He knew
roughly 90% of the crap they taught already; benefit of growing up in the tube.
He only went to spend time with Megan not related to a mission. Canary kept
telling him he needed to socialize too.
 
His girlfriend had cheer-leading and wouldn't let him sleep on the bleachers
while the Bees practiced. Something about other students thinking it's weird
that he was so possessive/protective of her. He didn’t really get that part.
The young clone understood that Megan wasn’t some object to own nor was she a
helpless damsel that needed saving all the time. He just wasn’t comfortable
with the looks many guys gave her while wearing a short skirt and jumping
around is all. Those sentiments are part of the other reason; he made a few
girls nervous. Looking like he wanted to punch something or someone half the
day then kinda blank the other half was...off putting. He was still getting the
hang of expressing emotions other than anger okay. Just because he he looked
like he was gonna hurt someone didn’t mean he would.
 
Whatever.
 
Just as he was about to close his eyes, it started. The sound of passionate
kissing. Gasps for air in between. Soft moans and groans. The matress creaking,
sheets rustling.
 
He knew what they were courtesy of Wally's computer and his late night ‘study
sessions’ on it. The speedster kept more than scientific data a games on that
thing. Disadvantage of super hearing. Robin and Wally had been confined to the
Cave for some reason so he figured they were watching something together. Not
like they hadn’t before.
 
Steadily, they grew louder. And the clone found his pants quite restrictive.
Just like any other time they were ‘studying’. Dammit.
 
"Ah...." That one really excited him. A breathy, pleasured moan. It was not
hard to tell that was not from a video but is was hard to tell who made it at
first. After some concentration, he pinpoints the sound's source. Robin's room.
He's not alone, there are two other heartbeats. One is steady but one is a
little weaker. Had they roped Kaldur into their session?
 
There's a soft sucking noise and the boy wonder mewls a little louder. The odd
part is the sucking sound is intermittent, between the sound of swallowing.
Like someone drinking something.
 
The alarm doesn't go off in Connor's head until Robin's heart rate begins to
drop.


Connor rushes down the hall and is met at Robin's door by...Roy? The red head
is standing in the doorway with a blank expression though his whole body is
flushed. His access to the mountain was revoked, so how'd he get in?
 
Behind him, on the bed are both Robin and Wally. There is the sharp scent of
blood but he can't see any...
 
Wait.
 
There are two small punctures on the side of Robin's neck. A thin trickle of
red coming from them. Beside him, the same marks have begun to heal on Wally's.
Both are naked lying in Robin’s bed, the covers providing some modesty. Pulses
slow, but steady. The red tint of an after glow dusted over their exposed skin.
Roy was fully dressed; shirt partially buttoned, pants similarly undone.
 
"Thought everyone still at school." Roy said calmly, as if the state of their
friends was nothing to worry about. He ignored the boy of steel's shock, not
even flinching when the clone glared at him and demanded an answer.
 
"What did you do to them?"
 
"All those super senses and you can't tell? They enjoyed it, I promise." He
shrugged.
 
No way. This only happened in those other movies Wally liked. This had to be a
dream. Roy couldn't be a vampire! This is why the league didn’t want them to be
near the archer any more. Why didn’t they fucking tell them?! He obviously used
their friendship and lack of awareness against them. How could they know
someone they’d known for years was now a dangerous predator if the league
didn’t tell them anything?!
 
"Don't look so shocked Conner. Pretty sure they didn’t explain a thing to you
guys but you had to have known these two weren’t exactly gonna let it go
without hearing my side. Not telling them just added to their curiosity, so
they showed up at my place. One thing led to another and well...” He trailed
off, amused by Connor’s growing anger. Roy chuckled when his collar was roughly
snatched.
 
“How could you take advantage of them like that?! They trusted you! GACK! GUH-
UH!..”
 
“Let go of me, I let go of you, we talk like adults. Or you could continue to
gag for a bit then pass out. Your choice.” The red head hissed. His left hand
firmly grasping Connor’s windpipe...and obstructing it like a foam pool noodle
caught in a bear trap. So alarmed by the fact that he was actually choking,
Superboy let go of Roy. True to his word, the Crimson Archer did as well and
the young Kryptonian fell to his hands and knees sputtering and gasping for
air. He waited for the younger boy to regain his breath before speaking again.
 
The only person that should be able to hurt him like that was the man he was
cloned from. Rubbing where Roy’s hand had been, he wondered if still being
tender meant that there was going to be a bruise later; not really having much
experience with such problems. He’d heard Artemis griping about the same thing
after her father tried to strangle her once. Just what the hell was Red Arrow?!
 
“Why does everyone assume I seduced them or some bullshit?” He grumbled. “They
showed up, then wouldn’t leave without answers. I was in pain, unsure how long
I could keep it together with two warm bodies so close by. Robin having been
bleeding from whatever you guys were doing hours earlier was not helping my
will power either. So I told them. Instead of running, they offered me their
blood.”
 
“Will power didn’t stop you from biting them did it?” Connor snapped from the
floor, frowning up at him.
 
“If I can strangle you, what are the odds a kick to the face would be all that
pleasant either Kent?” Roy snarked right back. “Coming clean only made Wally
and Robin more determined to ‘help’. Tried to shove them out and my ancient
door frame cut a long gash on Wally’s hand when he fought to stay in. Being an
impulsive idiot, he shoved his bloody hand in my face. Next thing I know he’s
slumped over on the floor with a bite on his neck, and Robin is right there
refusing to budge. I was too lost bloodlust to resist biting him too. You have
no idea what it’s like to see yourself doing something wrong and not being able
to stop. Anyway, that’s about when Ollie, Bats, Flash and Fate showed up and of
course jumped to all the wrong conclusions.”
 
“The whole league knows don’t they.” A statement, not a question.
 
“And even after Manhunter confirmed what I said, Fate decides to intervene.
Says there is no way to tell how I might have manipulated their minds or
memories. That I might have only shown him what I wanted him to see in my head
too. It’s in my kind’s nature to be deceptive after all and now they had a real
problem. Fucking troll. I see why Z hates him so much.” Roy extended his hand.
“So basically they started keeping Kid Flash and Robin off duty and locked up
in here. Ask the League why when you call to let them know that I was here.
Wouldn't want you to get in trouble for not reporting this. Tell them you guys
aren’t blind children and they can’t keep the boys away from me now, I’ll
always get to them. They. Are. Mine.”
 
After yanking the Boy of Steel to his feet, he merely stepped around him.
Connor whipped around to try and stop him only to face an empty hallway. No
rush of wind as he rushed off. No hum of energy as he teleported. Roy Harper
was just gone before he could blink with out a sound.
 
He wasn’t sure what he’d say exactly, but he had to contact the League. Now.
 
*end?*
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     This will definitely become a bunch of connected one shots about the
     new Roy with no real chronology. See you later, please review.
     Sirensoundwave out.
***** Forgive Me Father, For I Am Sin *****
Chapter Notes
     Hey! Okay, my computer committed suicide before I could upload the
     newest chapters of Parallels and Manual to my G-drive. TT_TT
     It had help in the form of my lil cuzs who downloaded some stupid
     game...Well, now that school’s started again, they have a county
     issued laptop to destroy instead of my desktop. I swear those stories
     are not dead and hope to update them by the end of the month seeing
     as I have to START THE FUCK OVER! Argh! Ahem, here’s another chapter
     of this one I wrote on my G-drive to vent my frustration. Remember,
     updates here are usually because of writers block or resisting the
     urge to strangle somebody.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
In the end, Fate proved useless in Batman's opinion. For all his spells, he
could do nothing to cure Roy. The methods CADMUS used to make him their
controllable puppet for three years had not done anything needing a cure;
merely switched on a part of his biology. A part his parents had long ago
suppressed with magic to escape a curse they themselves caused. When they died,
the seal placed on him had begun to unravel. Strong as it was, prolonged
exposure to chaos magicks eroded the binding.
 
Based upon what little intel they had, the League gathered that The Light knew
of his true nature and intended to use him as a pawn well after the seals fully
broke. The perfect assassin to hunt down and slaughter anyone who managed to
escape their attempt to subvert the JLA on New Years. Blood thirsty, ruthless,
able to match  the Man of Steel blow for blow and damn near indestructible.
Telling him a clone (which he was not) would serve to alienate him from the
other heroes and make him more likely to play into their hands.
 
Too bad one member knew it would be a cold day in hell when that happened and
didn’t feel the slightest bit inclined to let his associates in on the joke.
He’d rather sit back and watch the fallout. That was something the heroes only
found out because of the tabs they were keeping on Roy since his...change.
Bruce stumbled upon it while reviewing the recordings one night. Too bad it was
after the former protege showed up at Mt. Justice. Part of a damnable trend.
 
**FMFFIAS**
 
“You knew didn’t you?” The red head didn’t seem concerned at all by they Chaos
Lord sitting on the balcony of his apartment as if he belonged there.
 
“Of course I did. Kinda surprised Nabu didn’t. Old age must be gettin’ to him
but oh well. You don’t seem that upset that I let you turn into a demon now
lusting after the blood and, heh, virtue of his two closest and very much under
aged friends.” the witchling stroked his familiar, grinning in a manner
befitting his devilish choice of hair styles.
 
The sun was shining behind a building just over Klarion’s shoulder but it
didn’t really bother him except for the slight glare. Roy liked the fact that
damned near every myth about vampires was just that, myth. They hunted at night
merely because darkness aided their stealth, not because they could catch a
wicked sunburn. Thank god he didn't sparkle like a fucking pixy either. He’d
also proven invitations weren’t necessary for him to enter, well any where. He
could simply travel through shadows and gain access to any damn where he
wanted. Be it the Mountain, or the bedrooms of his favorite speedster and bird.
He’d spent a few nights just watching Wally sleep in Central and Richard at
Wayne Manor. Roy always knew where the two were, something in him could just
sense it. Neither mentor was aware of it though. Yet.
 
“I’m not really.There isn’t anything you could have done to repair a seal made
in my parent’s blood. Fate couldn’t either. This is the result of two people
damning their own child then trying to short change forces beyond their
comprehension. Karma’s a bitch; they died for their greed. Tch, can’t believe I
cried when they did. I’m pissed that you knew this would happen and kept it to
yourself. I could have killed people I care about.” The archer glared at him as
he up ended the vodka bottle, drinking half the contents in one swig. “Least I
can still get smashed.”
 
“For all of a few short hours and after...one, two, three bottles of Everclear,
is it worth the effort? Cheer up, you should be glad. For one, those pesky
morals humans get so bent out of shape over mean nothing to you now. Such
naughty thoughts you've been too ashamed to a own up to. Wanting to hear Baby
Flash and The Boy Wonder scream your name since you first saw them, one being
13 and worse the other only 10." He purred, watching the other boy blush and
shift uncomfortably on the sofa. Setting the cat that wasn't a cat down, he
leaned back against the railing. The furball curled it’s tail around it’s feet,
staring at Roy lazily.
 
"Three years only served to make them all the more tempting forbidden fruit.
What with you being an adult and all, how scandalous.” Klarion gave a look of
mock horror, then laughed and ducked to avoid the empty glass container lobbed
half-heartedly at his head. “The law’s a bitch isn’t it? All this time they’ve
been teasing you without even knowing it, driving you insane. Now that you’ve
marked them, both would enjoy nothing more than you plowin’ em face down into a
bed. Or the floor...really anywhere you felt like-.”
 
“Shut up.” Roy’s eyes flashed silver, his voice taking on a raspy, distorted
tone.
 
“Touchy, touchy. Give it a few days. The call of your submissive little thralls
will be much too alluring for you to care about statutory, trust me. It’s only
a tiny bit weaker than the thirst and we see how long you lasted with that.”
The grin he gave exposed two canines far sharper than they should have been.
 
“What do you get out of this? It’s obvious the Light has no idea what you
really are.”
 
“Duh? I get to watch the chaos on both sides go down. Was hoping the seal would
shatter completely while Savage was around; wanted to see what would happen if
you tore apart a man who claims to be immortal. He hasn't exactly proven it."
Klarion shrugged. His eyes lost their mirth, and he frowned. "That sense of
'justice' you have is no match for your true nature. Biting them proved that.
When all is said and done, it only boils down to what you want, and just how
badly you want it. The same is true of all children of chaos. Not fair you
don't need an anchor." He pouted.
 
"What is your damage?! My life is imploding and you're pissed that I don't need
a flea bag to stay in this world!?"
 
"Grrrrrrr...." Teekl growled.
 
"Why do you do-gooders never see how great you have it? Your parents fucked you
over by having you; so you're not human, boo-hoo. They had no idea that they’d
be giving one of our kind a vessel that was native to the mortal plane. You
aren’t bound by anything! I’d kill to be in your shoes! You could have this
world’s mightiest defenders cowering before you if you wanted, stop being such
a whiny bitch.” The blue tinged boy snapped.
 
“Pot calling the kettle black. That’s all you seem to do. You're way older than
me with more experience and control. Not to mention I have just under two
decades of following those morals to contend with dear brother. Forgive me if I
seem terribly attached to them.”
 
“Fine, wallow in self pity. I look forward to you accepting what you are, then
the show can really start. Listen to those urges, we’re born knowing much of
our own ability.” He snapped a finger and strolled into the portal he opened.
Once again alone, the young man merely cracked the seal of another bottle and
began to drink as if the other had never been there.
 
**FMFFIAS**
 
Great. Not only did Klarion know, he was one of them. And neither side
suspected a thing. What's worse, this only validated what he and Barry feared
since discovering Roy's condition.
 
That the suspended league member had always wanted their boys for less than
innocent reasons. His new found status as a vampire would make it impossible to
continue resisting his urges. The evidence was several floors above the Batcave
sleeping peacefully. The actual bite was gone, replaced by an intricate, inky
black design that covered the entire left side of his neck. It looked like one
of those tribal tattoos people were so fond of these days, only with more
curves and sharper angles. It fanned from the original mark like ivy creeping
along the side of a building in the days since he that incident at Young
Justice HQ. It now covered his entire shoulder and crept down to the middle of
his back. The expansion stopped with the edges of the design reaching the curve
of his jaw, going all the way up to his hair line. No magic would hide it,
Zatanna had been zapped when she cast a concealment spell on it. Only make up
or intense concentration on Richard’s part made it go away.
 
His own son was one of the young archer’s thralls, a human bound to a vampire's
soul by blood and lust. The strange pattern on his skin was a brand of sorts.
And as much as he hated to admit it, his son may no be longer human either; but
something dark and supernatural. His skin had lost a lot of it’s color, making
him glow eerily in the moon light cast on his bed. His lips were a vibrant red.
His hair had become softer and shined in any light. Already amazing crystal
blue eyes were now hypnotic. A parody of the storybook description of Snow
White only far less innocent. That pained him the most.
 
All the Sorcerer Supreme had been good for was information after the fact.
After the initial transformation. After they came across Kid Flash and Robin
unconscious on Harper’s floor. And an apology for not knowing sooner. As it was
explained, thralls were humans bound to a vampire and it was rare to have more
than one. The process changes them. No shit Sherlock. They become faster,
stronger, more durable and more beautiful, hence their new look. The last one
sounds ridiculous unless you understand one of their more sinister aspects.
They lure unsuspecting humans to their masters.
 
Bruce knew the same changes had taken place in Wally, the only difference being
the side of his body the brand was on and eyes that sparkled like emeralds.
Unfortunately, he learned just what it meant before the Helmet of Fate could
tell them. Originally coming to the wrong conclusions based on the evidence
given.
 
Richard had done it several times already, Batman observed it himself. Perverts
thinking a cute fourteen year old wanted to sleep with them found themselves
face down in an alley or abandoned building dead as a door nail. Not an ounce
of remorse showed in those sapphire eyes as they gazed at the body at his feet.
Turns out, what he thought took place didn’t as he found out a few nights ago.
 
**FMFFIAS**
 
“Does it bother you little bird? That you are the last thing they see before
they die?” Red Arrow stroked the check his mark was licking along the edge of.
Robin closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. “Tell me the truth.”
 
There was silence for a few moments. The two stood on a Gotham rooftop,
somewhere in the warehouse district. Dick in his civvies, Red Arrow in his hero
uniform. He had to be wearing it as some sort of sick joke now. Batman had
arrived too late to be of any help to the pedophile that lay nearby. Eyes open
and unblinking, face frozen in agony.  All he could do was observe from the
shadows when his son’s eyes opened partially, a light blush on his face.
 
“It did, at first. I always thought people could be saved, but not anymore. The
wicked deserve to die. Then they can’t hurt anyone else.”
 
“What changed your mind?” Red pulled him closer, hand moving higher to run
through those ebony locks. The Bat wanted to rip his son from this monster’s
embrace. He only hung back at the thought of the ugly bruise said monster had
left on Connor’s throat. Those deceptively gentle hands could crush his son’s
skull like an egg. Dick would never say such a thing. This wasn’t how he’d been
raised! Just how badly had Roy warped his mind?!
 
“The ones I pick...when I look into there eyes, all I see are their sins. Black
souls that wouldn’t know redemption if it bit them in the face. I can feel it,
when they touch me.” he shivered, pressing his face into the older man’s chest.
He didn’t see the smirk that played across the demon’s face in the dark. Angry
and repulsed, his father did.
 
“You don’t have to do this. If it upsets you so, I won’t force you precious.”
The soothing tone was belied by the spiteful look directed at Wayne’s place in
the shadows. He knew they were being watched.  
 
“No! You didn’t see all the horrible shit he’s done to kids, defenceless little
kids.” The smaller boy gave a weak sob. “I want bastards like him to pay.”
 
“Poor thing. Well, it’s safe to say you’ve graced Gotham with her own lovely
angel of death. It gets easier, ask Wally.”
 
**FMFFIAS**
 
Bruce felt his heart drop in that instant. He’d been wrong. So very wrong. Less
than desirable citizens had been dropping like flies, both genders and a wide
age range. In the beginning it was due to exsanguination, being completely
drained of blood. He knew that was Roy’s doing. A few days ago, corpses were
found without any obvious signs of trauma and left with a sickly grey pallor.
Their hearts just gave out. It was ignored by the media, just a couple of
junkies happened to OD. Reviewing the autopsy results himself, he confirmed it
was far worse.
 
They died from exhaustion. Having their life energy, not blood, sucked out of
them. It caused nearly instant organ failure in the end; they were dead before
they hit the ground. Still a slow and miserable way to die The sores in and
around their mouths attributed to disease were burns. Just like the cases Barry
had noticed coming into the Central City morgue.
 
Their upstanding young protege’s had been altered to a greater degree than they
thought. As disturbing as it may be, the difference in appearance was just the
start of a more distressing change. Under Roy’s direction, they’d evolved into
bewitching, seductive creatures of darkness.
 
Ones that could kill with a kiss.
 
*end?*
 


Chapter End Notes
     Longest chapter so far, whoot! The next one will probably be from
     Flash’s point of view. That or the reactions of the team. Oh how I
     love to screw with supernatural beings. Let me know what you think.
     Sirensoundwave out.
***** A Sweet Dream Or A Beautiful Nightmare? *****
Chapter Notes
     Allo! There are two versions of this chapter. The ‘clean’ one on
     FFnet and the not so clean one one AFFnet. We start to see the
     effects the boys are having on those around them. The italics and
     bold will become clearer the further your read, I promise.
     Small Note: I have a habit of using song lyrics in my works BUT the
     title DID NOT come from Beyonce’s Sweet Dream. This was only brought
     to my attention when a co worker read the first paragraphs over my
     shoulder and casually mentioned that she thought “I didn’t listen to
     the music of your own people”, ie rap and R&B. Nosy bitch. I don’t,
     which explains why I didn’t know. It’s a phrase that has existed
     before she recorded it and is a lyric or title in at least 4 other
     songs or poems in several variations. Don’t believe me? Google it.
     Onward!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
For Barry, the beginning of the end was an ice cream cone.
 
Yes, a vanilla ice cream was the cause of so many feelings of self loathing and
disgust.
 
More accurately, his nephew eating one then attempting to prevent said treat
from dripping down his hand without the aid of a napkin made him feel like a
complete and utter pedobear.
 
He’d been on the computer entering boring data one evening when his stomach
loudly protested it’s hunger. He’d allowed himself to work through dinner
mainly because Iris wouldn’t be home until late. He would have cooked if she
weren’t so insistent that he didn’t. He’d caused one fire already by being too
distracted to watch the stovetop. So, at 9 o’clock he decided to order in.
Tearing himself away from the mountain of unlogged data, he walked into the
kitchen. Making a beeline for the one drawer that contained every delivery menu
in the city, he failed to notice he wasn’t alone.
 
“Hey uncle B.” Wally chirped, startling the shit out of the blonde. The younger
speedster blinked owlishly as his uncle looked to be recovering from a heart
attack. He paused in licking his treat and looked away sheepishly. “Sorry, I
forgot.”
 
Barry’d forgotten that Wally was even there. The normally loud and borderline
ADHD boy had become so...quiet. That’s not right. Since the incident that
caused right side of his upper body to look like a gang had tagged it, the
redhead had become a lot calmer than the Allen household was used to. Still not
accurate. The couple often didn’t notice he was in the house till he was in
their face. There we go. Before, the sound of him moving around or talking far
too loudly on the phone made it impossible to miss him. So, he’d taken to
announcing when he was coming and going. Nothing new, the only actual change
was he’d actively look for either adult so they saw him instead of just
hollering through the house.
 
Kid Flash constantly got flack for his lack of stealth in the field placing him
in the same category as Superboy when it came to subtly on missions. So what
gives? When Wally walked, the usual tell tale footfalls didn’t carry as much,
as if he were walking in socks and tiptoeing all the time. Iris found herself
watching him, trying to figure out how his sneakers made no sound; the boy
wasn’t a light stepper and as far as she could tell, his walk was the same. She
knew of the situation with Roy; ever the vigilant guardian, she grew concerned
by the sudden change in her nephew’s features and behavior. Iris cornered her
husband and demanded to know the truth (“League business my ass! This is my
family!”) and he folded like a cheap suit.
 
Naturally she went ballistic. The same snarky but still likeable teen, now a
grown man, who often spent the night, complemented her cooking and was just as
protective of Wally and Robin as their mentors...had violated them. Having his
way with both boys and drinking their blood more than once. It took a lot of
pleading (and assurance from Wally himself that it was not only consensual but
pleasurable as well as; to her utter horror) to keep her from taking the battle
axe hanging in the computer room for decoration and going Abe Lincoln on Roy.
That conversation had been the epitome of awkward.
 
“It’s okay kiddo. You eat anything yet?”
 
“Besides 5 of these? No.”
 
“(Sigh) Want something from Giovanni’s?” The forensic scientist smiled.
 
“Sure. Get one with olives sausage and extra cheese, one with just pepperoni
and a couple of bread sticks too.”
 
Barry shook his head as he dialed the number. Same appetite despite his odd new
characteristics. He ended up getting  teased by Marco again for throwing a wild
party while his wife was working late. 4 pizzas, two orders of breadsticks, 3 2
Liter sodas and 2 tiramisus wasn’t an odd order for them; the man on the other
end of the phone simply thought he entertained guests frequently. Hell, it was
Friday night too. Business as usual.
 
However, it was not business as usual once he hung up and turned to face the
young man leaning against the counter. Wally was still eating the same cone.
Not the odd part. One thing they’d both learned was bad to eat in a rush was
any food item served cold. Mega brain freeze resulted.
 
He suddenly became very aware of the redhead’s parted lips as his pink tongue
dart out, swirling around the half eaten scoop on top of the cone. How they
were covered in the same sticky white cream that was dribbling down the side
and onto his hand. Wally happily hummed some tune from the radio, staring out
into space as he enjoyed it. Oblivious to the effect the innocent action was
having on the other man.
 
You have got to be fucking me...
Barrry swallowed, his mouth suddenly very dry. Unconsciously, he ran his tongue
along his own lips, mirroring the child doing the same to clean them before
continuing. Soon, the ice cream on top was gone but the sight only got more
erotic from there.
 
Wally ate away the sides of the waffle cone so he could dip his tongue further
down and slurp the melted ice cream out of it. Using one finger, the remaining
portion of the cone disappeared into mouth. He managed to push it in far enough
for the tip of his finger to go in as well.
 
Barry’s brain died right then and there. Watching his lips wrap around the
digit as he slowly pulled it back out.
 
"Nngh..."
 
"Uncle B?"
 
“I uh -" Oh shit! He heard me!
 
"Did watching me turn you on?"
 
Once again all he could do was stutter.
 
“Poor baby...” His nephew pouted before giving a coquettish giggle.
 
Wha?
 
Barry had never heard such lust in Wally’s voice before. It was unreal.
 
Before he could  process that any further, Wally was right in front of him; a
hand pressing against his abs. A hand slowly sliding upward until it ghosted
over his  chest.
 
“Sss...”
 
“Ooo, something we have in common. I’m sensitive there too.” The husky tone,
coupled with the searing kiss that followed went straight to the blonde’s
groin. Despite all protests from his brain that this was wrong on so many
levels. I’m straight... He’s sixteen... I’m married! To his god damn AUNT! Push
him away for Christ’s sake! Once that vanilla flavored tongue slipped into his
mouth though, his brain died on the spot. Desperate to taste more, Barry found
himself pressing the back of the boy’s head to pull him closer.
 
He could feel the belt buckle being pried open, the clasp of his pants being
undone with the hand not disappearing between the buttons of his shirt. Slender
fingers caressing where only his wife should. Slow and teasing. The ginger
traced the tip of his weeping cock, precum soaking through his boxers. One
finger swirled around the wet spot then pressed a nail into the slit. Just
enough pressure for him to moan into his nephew’s mouth. He broke the kiss,
giggling again when he felt the organ twitch.
 
“You’re a terrible uncle. All hot and bothered from watching me eat ice cream.
Sticking your tongue down my throat. Mmm...letting me feel your naughty cock,
rock hard and ready to take me. ” The redhead sank to his knees, lifting the
work shirt to expose the older man’s navel. Now kneeling, Wally trailed his
tongue down from the navel, stopping at the boxer waistband. A devious smile
played across his face once he was face to face with his uncle’s clothed but
erect manhood. “Do you want me Uncle Bar~ry?”
 
Barry tried to control himself, truly he did. It really was a futile effort
though. His breathing came out in short puffs of air. Sweat that had beaded on
his brow while watching was now cascading down his face and soaking his shirt.
All he could think about was the sensation of a hot mouth on his skin. There
seemed to be a disconnect between his mind and body. Upstairs, he completely
understood that this was wrong. Violating the vows he took to love and honor
Iris and her alone. He was wrong in the eyes of the law as well. So far, it was
child molestation even though Wally started it. By doing nothing to stop it,
he’s still guilty.
 
Downstairs didn’t give a shit. The throbbing shaft between his legs was more
than willing to engage in two more misdomenors* if the end result was sweet
release. So when those green eyes sparkling with desire looked up at him, he
could only make a deep guttural growl. And when he felt their owner gently bite
and kiss the hypersensitive head through the fabric, his hips bucked wildly.
 
“Fuck!”
 
“Dirty old man. You were fantasizing about this a minute ago; how badly do you
wanna do exactly that to my face?” Hot fingers toyed with the waistband. Each
touch sending shivers down Barry’s spine. “If you want me to suck you off, you
have to admit it.”
 
I’d tell you I was on the Grassy Knoll** just to get you to swallow my dick
right now kid...When did he get so sensual? Where did he learn that?!
 
“I’ve had lots of practice. I’m really good too; Roy loves it and likes
watching me blow Robin almost as much. I can make our baby bird really squawk
just before he goes over the edge. Want me to prove it?” The boy cooed while
stroking his inner thighs.
 
Say no...
Say no...
Say no...
 
“Yeah...” Downstairs had complete control of his vocal cords. He licked his
chapped lips barely able to speak.
 
Barry you rat bastard... Upstairs wailed in defeat.
 
“Yeah what? I dunno what you want till you tell me.” Elastic grazed him as his
length was exposed. Standing at the ready and jerking slightly. “The tip is
purple! What, can’t screw Auntie when you’re thinking such lecherous thoughts?
Lil Barry’s been inside her but wants to be inside me now right? How long has
it been since you got off, hmm?”
 
Two, three months...how long have you been so damn pale and sexy?
 
“Quit teasing me. Show me how good you are with that mouth of yours.” The
blonde held the boy’s head still long enough to trail his dick along those soft
lips, smearing them with clear fluid.
 
You perverted pedeophile...how sick are you?
 
“Yes sir.”
 
The last words spoken for the next twenty minutes. If he thought having the tip
of his nephew’s tongue trail along the veins on the sides was heavenly, being
enveloped in his hot wet mouth was cloud nine. Feeling the suction as he Wally
deep throated him made him fist the child’s hair as he thrust in and out like
his hips were piston driven. So much better than a blow job from Iris. Still,
it was over too soon.
 
“Oh god!” He screamed, shooting thick ribbons of cum down the boy’s throat. He
sagged against the counter, riding out the end of the best orgasm he’s had in a
very long time. A moist pop caught his attention. Against his better judgement
(What judgement you bastard?), he looked down. The sight caused blood to rush
right back downstairs.
 
“Wow...there’s so much...I couldn”t swallow all of it!”
 
That was not vanilla ice cream dribbling off the teen’s chin, staining his
shirt. Curiousity rewarded Barry with seeing his semen gushing out of Wally’s
panting mouth once he’d let go of the flaccid organ. His eyes were glazed over,
face flushed. The expression he gave tilting his head up? Pure lewd enjoyment.
 
All that from giving me a mind blowing blow job. Wonder how loud could I make
him scream?
 
“Barry!”
 
“Gah!”
 
The Flash flailed about before falling out of the roller chair. His wife stared
down at him worriedly. Still wearing her coat, messenger bag slung over she
shoulder.
 
“I’ve been calling you since I got in. Didn’t you hear the door close?”
 
I’m still at the computer? The desktop display read 9:30 pm. What the-
 
“W-where’s Wally?”
 
“With...him. He has been since last night sweetheart.” Mrs. Allen could not
stop the shudder as she said him. The idea of her innocent nephew being
corrupted by that thing wearing Roy’s face made her sick to her stomach even
though he always came home smiling. Dazed out of his mind and barely able to
walk from their ‘quality time’. One memory in particular she wished to purge
from her mind was of her checking on him after he missed dinner one night. Only
to find him unconscious on his bed. Naked and spread eagle, the sheets under
him sporting a sizable pool of semen. Deep purple bruises on his alabaster
thighs and hips. A bloody bite on his throat starkly contrasting with the
elaborate markings on the same side. Roy had been there, while she was cooking.
Sating himself with the younger boy’s body. And neither her or Barry knew it.
But what could she possibly do about it? “I think you’ve been working too hard.
You were zoned out at the computer.”
 
“I guess.”
 
While his wife showered, the Fastest Man Alive’s brain was going into
overdrive. He gazed at the ceiling of their bed room, his mind replaying the
hallucination, dream, whatever. Only this time, upstairs was in charge;
berating downstairs for being an adulterous child rapist.
 
It was just a dream. A hot dream but still-
 
A dream where you violated a boy 13 years younger than you. Who trusts you. Who
is your nephew in law.
 
If only I had gotten the chance to “violate” him. He couldn’t wait to taste my
cum.
 
YOU FANTASIZED ABOUT HIM BLOWING YOU! This is how it starts. Dirty thoughts
then dirty actions. Rape is still rape. Forced or statutory.
 
“Sonnuva bitch!” He buried his face in a pillow praying for it all to go away.
A conversation with the other Leagues came to him.
 
*ASDOABN*
 
Fate finally managed to tell them something useful BEFORE it caused chaos.
Predictably, it was still useless as hell.
 
“Thralls are vixens for lack of a better term. They are able to influence
others allowing them to bring whomever their master may desire to them. Their
charm works on both sexes. By releasing powerful, magically enhanced
pheromones, a thrall can essentially redirect a victim’s attentions to
themselves, to the point of obsession. Regardless of the victim’s current state
of mind, preference or...relation.” Fate paused, letting the  words sink in.
 
“...” Flash looked mortified. He wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Everyone
was looking at him and Bats. Not true, Wonder Woman was glaring at Green Arrow.
She blamed him for not noticing his ward’s decent into this madness. For
pushing him away and triggering the last of the seal to come undone. They all
got played. This wasn’t Ollie’s fault any more than any of theirs!
 
“You’re implying Dick and Wally could manipulate us as well, if they chose to.”
Batman stated bluntly.
 
“I imply nothing. I am stating that both will do whatever Harper tells them. If
he desires you, or anyone out of the way, they will seduce you and they will
kill you to please him.” The Sorcerer said. He sighed at the expressions on his
co-workers’  faces. “They are young yet. It will be difficult for them to
control this power for sometime. They may do it subconsciously, with no actual
malice intended. For instance in the midst of an argument, they may wish to
have their way badly enough to dose you without realizing it. Or if they should
become sexually aroused, even in their sleep, the same could happen. The
effects may last moments or may last days.”
 
The conversation was embarassing on so many levels. Not only had Dr. Fate
basically told them that their proteges, their sons, were dangerous creatures
that could steal energy right from the human body, but their weapon of choice
would make Poison Ivy green with envy. It was no secret that the plant themed
villianess favored mind controling pollens for some of her plans but
manufactured in a lab didn’t hold a candle to being naturally secreted from the
skin. Flash hadn’t much experience with her but he did know it only worked on
men, or like minded women. Her batch always wore off in a few hours as well.
And, no matter how much she used, she could never get Bats (or Wayne) to fuck
her; not for lack of trying.
 
They were practically incubi. Fate’s assurance that they didn’t need to devour
the life force of others so much as merely having the power to do so was worth
jack shit.
 
“This ability is always on isn’t it?” John Stewart broke the silence and winced
as his good friend cringed. “Like the thrall brand.”
 
“Yes. As I said, they will have marginally control for some time so I advise
you all to be cautious until I perfect a neutralizing talisman.”
 
*ASDOABN*
 
The incident served to validate a theory he desperately wanted to disprove;
that a thrall’s enchantment was far stronger than rational thought.
 
Too bad this was just the beginning.



*end?*
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Well, that was my first sex scene ever. Poor Barry, he feels so bad
     about thoughts that made him feel good. This was only the first stop
     on the highway to hell...
      
     *Kennedy assassination reference.
      
     **As far as I know, the Flash lives in Missouri so that’s the statute
     I used. The age of consent there is 17 but it is still considered
     statutory rape to have any ‘carnal knowledge’ of anyone under the age
     of 18 if you yourself are over 18. There’s a grey area that still
     doesn’t apply to Barry because he is so much older than Wally as well
     as in a ‘position of authority’. Basically Wally might have only
     consented for fear of disobeying someone with reasonable power over
     him. It’s really long and confusing. I recommend the Wikipedia
     version to actually reading the law as listed in the state
     legislature if you are curious about the laws where you live.
      
     Till next time, Sirensoundwave out.
***** Dark Side of the Garden *****
Chapter Notes
     What up. This chapter is partially inspired by a Busch Gardens
     commercial, The Dark Side of the Gardens. I live in Central Virginia
     (sadly, I have yet to escape T_T) and this time of year Kings
     Dominion and Busch Gardens get into a pissing match over their
     Halloween events. Don’t get me wrong, VA’s a nice state. It’s just
     the people who suck. Not all mind you, just too many do.
     Back on topic. Still don't know if this will remain one shots or not.
     I did run across a small snag that this chapter will resolve though.
     I get to disturb the League too.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"I blame you for this."
 
Klarion the Witch Boy was sprawled on a mountain of satiny red pillows, glaring
at Roy. Teekl was purring in her sleep near his head. The caused of his ire was
the noticeable tent in his pants. The boy who should be older (but wasn't)
responded in part with a baleful look.
 
"And by what logic is the fact that you're horny even remotely my problem?" He
was reclined on a rather elegant chaise, reading a book. Upon closer
inspection, it could be observed that said book wasn't in english. Or any
language still alive in the mortal realm.
 
Roy and Klarion spent more time together than with their supposed sides. It
began out of curiousity, finally meeting someone they could relate too. Slowly,
it evolved into a more brotherly relationship. Complete with snark,
intentionally annoying the bejezzus out of one another and the occasional fist
fight. The crimson archer remained at his aparment residence though only
technically. One thing he learned quite soon after branding his boys was that
the high and mighty League still kept tabs on him. He didn't trust that the
loft wasn't bugged but didn't feel like house hunting. To solve this little
issue, he simply created another dimension with in the apartment. The logistics
of it all bored him to tears when the other vampire tried to explain. Klarion
settled for just saying that their powers were essentially dark magic; it came
second nature. So, that's where the two currently were.
 
"If not for you, I wouldn't have realized how satisfying it could be to have a
thrall. Two lovely creatures that are crazy as hell but really fun to screw.
But insist on going to school." The blue tinged boy huffed. "When do they get
out?"
 
"Dick and Wally are usually here by 4 and it's a three day weekend. Relax you
aren't gonna explode waiting 30 minutes."
 
"They have someone to see first." he griped.
 
"Oh yeah...you'll live. Which is more than I can say for their...appointment."
 
*dsotg*
 
At that moment, just outside the bustling city of New York, a man was yelling
into his cell phone.
 
“So what if some wheelchair jockey got sick from the treatment! Just widens the
test pool.”
 
“But sir...!”
 
“Sir my ass! If she wasn’t trash she wouldn’t be here. Push RX 45-5B through to
the next phase of the trial!” He hung up on his chief of medicine.


William G. Warnet was the owner of a hospital in the city, Warnet General. The
face of the company was an outreach medical center, catering to the sick; rich
and poor. Some with insurance, some without. In reality, many patients became
test subjects without their knowledge or worse against their will. The woman
who was the subject of that discussion had been admitted after she was found
mugged in the subway. With no ID, no money and unconscious, she 'vanished' into
their system easily enough. For the last 3 weeks, she had been subjected to a
new surgical procedure and drug program to restore damaged nerve cells...at the
expense of her liver and damage to her digestive track. Just meant paying
customers wouldn't have to suffer then sue him.


Despite his callous demeanor, William appreciated beauty when he saw it. This
garden was his own private getaway, free of the riff raff that were always
present in the city parks. No chance of some diseased hobo begging for change
or punk trying to run off with his brief case. The balding forty-something sat
down on a stone bench, in the shade of his favorite sakura tree. Surrounded by
white rose bushes. Removing his glasses, he took deep calming breaths with his
eyes closed.
 
“One, two, buckle my shoe…” a soft voice sang. It sounded close but he saw no
child. Only his limo a ways away at the bottom of the hill; his driver,
Miranda, watching her telenovella on her iPad in the driver’s seat and
oblivious to anything else.
 
“Three, four, shut the door…” another child like voice sang.
 
“Alright brats! You better scram! This is private property, know what
trespassing is?” He stood to get a better look at where they could be hiding.
All he saw were his roses…who’s white petals began to bleed red.
 
“Five, six, pick up sticks.” The first child began again. The tree behind him
was slowly turning black, pink petals falling from the dying limbs in mass. It
sort of looked to be snowing.
 
“Seven, eight, lay them straight…” Again with the other kid. The voices were
getting closer.
 
“What the hell? Who’s doing this? Get out here.” Damn meta hooligains. Those
creatures were more trouble than they were worth! They should be locked away
not running wild and free to breed.
 
“Nine, ten, if you sin…” Both whispered together.
 
“Eleven, twelve, go to hell!” The two voices whispered and there was no longer
a bird chirping or the sound of bees buzzing about. Complete silence. Before
Warnet knew it, something prickly wrapped around his throat, slamming him into
the tree. In his struggle, he realized it was a vine, covered in thorns. It
coiled tighter and tighter; crushing his windpipe and slicing through skin and
tissue. The last thing he saw were two sets of eyes; one a molten amber pair
with a long blonde mane, the other an intense turquoise framed with long ebony
tresses. He felt very soft, feminine hands on his cheeks. Followed by an
excruciating burning sensation before his world went black, permanently.
 
From the limo, Gerty could not hear his screams. Nor could she see the gray
skinned, gaunt corpse propped up against the lone tree by vines dotted with
black roses. The silence that lasted too long to involve her cantankerous boss
alarmed her as the credits to ‘Woman of a Thousand Sorrows’ rolled though. She
got out of the car before trekking up the hill. Upon viewing the grisly sight,
she noted the need to seek other employment right before passing out in a dead
faint and rolling downhill. She came to rest just beside the car. There she
slept until a passing delivery truck driver found her.
 
*dsotg*
 
Authorities arrived at Warnet General to find a crime scene that made no sense.
Bodies of doctors and nurses were strewn about, covered in strange burns. All
were hand shaped; on their arms, throats, across their mouths or somewhere else
on their faces. Others were scorched through their lab coats or uniforms. Each
body had a pale pallor with eyes wide in an expression of sheer terror. Most of
the staff was dead. Those living were found hiding in various places. Each said
the same thing. Two pale but oddly beautiful boys, one a redhead the other
raven haired, just showed up. The panic started when the ginger grabbed an RN’s
wrist. She hollered as smoke rose from where he was clutching. It was the same
for all those who died. An orderly claimed the small black haired boy touched
his back but nothing happened. The devil child only smiled and walked away.


Flash And Mister Terrific were closest after a small mishap with a nutbar who
strapped high grade explosives to her soon to be ex husband atop the office
building he had recently been fired from. Once her vest had been removed from
the frightened man by the speedster, she opted to take a 30 story swan dive
instead of prison and financial ruin. Man, the economy was making people
crazy...
 
Once there, the forensic scientist was horrified by what he saw. Then mortified
by the descriptions given of the culprits. It confirmed one of his deepest
fears; but not that Wally was a killer.The whole league knew Robin and Kid
Flash no longer existed, replaced by deceptive dark creatures that killed when
they deemed it necessary. It made being around them awkward (for the League and
the Team) but no one was very willing to cut ties with them and by extension
Roy. Whether that desire was out of concern for the boys or concern for what
they were capable of if ignored varied depended on who you asked. No, the fact
that his nephew and his best friend enjoyed what they'd done was distressing.
The sweet smiles, the coy giggles, the graceful, carefree movements almost like
dancing the survivors observed made him ill. 41 lives taken as if it were a
game.
 
The true nature of the hospital came to light as the building was searched.
'Patients' were found locked in rooms under the main building, some tied down
and gagged. Many others were in comas and attached to elaborate machinery that
looked straight out of Star Trek. But what was found in one room caused the
more concern than others. Patient RX 45-5B.
 
After being missing for the last 3 weeks, Paula Crock was discovered locked in
that room. She looked better off than nearly every other patient found in the
sublevels of the building. The chart attached to her bed did not match her
condition. She should have been writhing in agony while her liver pumped poison
through her veins and her ulcer ridden GI tract leaked acids into her abdomen.
Her skin jaundice,hair falling out in clumps. Instead, she was a healthy color
sleeping serenely.
 
Once Terrific entered to better examined her, the walls displayed two bloody
messages. In a heartbeat he radioed the Tower.
 
Directly over her bed read:
 
YOU BETTER TAKE GOOD CARE OF MY MOTHER
 
On the adjacent wall:
 
TELL FATE I WANT MY DADDY BACK
 
*dsotg*
 
The first time Klarion was intimate with his thralls, the consent was
somewhat...dubious. Fine it was rape. That's what mortals called having sex
with an unwilling partner right? He honestly didn't see what the problem was
though, they both loved it despite their initial resistance. He smiled as he
remembered watching her fear in Babymagic's eyes gradually become lust as he
took her virginity and marked her as his own. He was also pleased to learn that
despite her tough exterior, being dominated then bitten turned his Arrowgirl on
too. Both were so submissive...can you really rape the willing?
 
Roy however wasn't all that thrilled about the situation. His pretty, deadly
dolls were pissed once they found out too. And had no qualms with letting him
know just how pissed. The witch boy nearly lost a hand when Robin swiped at
him. When the little bird wanted, his nails resembled the talons of a raptor.
Wally actually stabbed him in the thigh with a a knife he conjured from
shadows. Klarion was grateful to have found his own playmates now --he knew
neither would let him touch them again.  For a while at least.
 
Yes, Klarion had had his way with both young heros; with their master's
permission of course. The archer enjoyed watching the other deva screw one
while he was buried in the other. The four recently had a group session not
long before he went after his own beauties. The blue tinged vampire promised to
share as well. And, once the two boys calmed down, share they did.
 
*end*
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     How was that? I plan to explore the 'firsts' of our two devas and
     their beautiful lovers sometime soon. The unclean version of this
     won't be up on affnet for some time. I have to rewrite it because I
     keep them in separate files and the naughty one got deleted. Gotta
     retype it, sigh. Next chapter will either be interaction between the
     four thralls and their masters or showing more Team and League
     reactions. Reviews are appreciated!
***** Heartless *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for the wait. But I have a legitimate excuse mentioned it in my
     other stories' AN. I have RA, which makes typing a bitch when it
     flares up. I can't even hold a god damned pen to write in my notebook
     cuz my fingers are really swollen so this has just been bouncing
     around in my head with no way to get out. Just like the next chapters
     of 'Parallels' and 'Why Does No One Read the Manual'. This took a
     month to type TT_TT.
     Just a heads up for anyone also following "Parallels". This story
     contains part of the original background story I created for Cam-
     what made him a deva and exactly what kind of deva he should have
     been. It is vastly different than the one in that story's chapter
     titled "Chalk Outline" and definitely belongs in an M rated fic. Roy
     may seem OOC but remember the seals breaking on his true self kinda
     changed the way he thinks and behaves...like a lot.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
Chapter 6
Heartless
"As amazed as I am that you thought to do this on Earth as opposed to the
Watchtower in space, I have shit to do. To what do I owe the displeasure of
being detained by the League's first string this evening?" Roy's eyes lazily
traced the rune spells splayed out on the ground around him. As he toed one
near his foot, angry red sparks leapt from it and stung him. A frown appeared
on his lips but he otherwise did not react.
"There are questions we want answered Harper." Batman said. The dark knight
stood beside the a few of the other founders, Superman, Green Lantern, Flash
and Manhunter. Dr. Fate and Green Arrow were present as well. He guessed the
former was needed to create this magical cage and the latter came out of some
fatherly concern. Despite all they had been thorough, Roy did still care for
the man. The others must have been a precaution.
"Harper now is it? Well I suppose it's better than 'abomination' as I'm sure
Fate has been calling me. Been wondering when you'd take the direct approach
seeing as spying on then pointedly ignoring us has worked out oh so well. Ask
away but there is no guarantee I will answer." He shrugged.
"We've seen you've had no regard for those who considered you an ally before
this; as evidenced by your strangling Superboy as well as claiming four members
of Young Justice as your slaves. However, that alone was not enough. You
proceeded to turn them against everything their mentors taught them, made them
heartless killers. What are your plans now? " Nabu asked first, voice full of
authority. The look the Bat gave the helmet suggested that wasn't what he
wanted to know. Or at the very least, not how he would have phrased it. Never
the less, it had been asked. With an eye roll, the redhead sighed.
"Plans? I have no grandiose scheme bucket-head. Just because I have a higher
body count than some villians doesn't mean I think like one. You know what
vampires are, predators. What you really want to know is why I bit Robin and
Kid Flash turning them into thralls and why we kill, right Bats? Well, I wanted
them, since I first met them in fact; simple as that. But since you've been
spying on me you already knew that one. The boys kill to satisfy the part of
them that desires justice for the wronged. I merely enjoy the thrill of the
hunt." Spoken so easily, so nonchalantly shifting the person he was addressing
as if he were telling them the weather report. "They're ever so much fun to
play with. Having them run, scream, and beg for mercy gives their blood a
better taste. FYI, you all can't count."
"You've been chasing down criminals...murdering them...all for sport?!"
Superman's face was twisted in abject horror. The man of steel felt like
heaving. How could a hero fall so far into darkness? Images of the sullen but
heroic young man Green Arrow adopted years ago were slowly being replaced by
ones of a cold blooded serial killer. A monster that tortured his victims
before brutally ending their lives. Hunting them like animals, killing them
with far less mercy than a game hunter. All for fun.
"Don't look get your tights in a bunch Boy Scout. I know you've at least
thought about it. You can't honestly tell me you haven't wondered what Luthor
would look like after you 'accidentally' pushed him from the roof of Lexcorp. A
simple flick of the wrist and his head comes clean off. So many low lifes slip
through the cracks or get off with a slap on the wrist after unspeakable
crimes. And what do the 'heroes' do? Round them up and let the system fail all
over again. Killing them certainly speeds up due process on other
matters...solves the overcrowding in prisons too." He chuckled at their
reactions. Ollie was actually doing a good impression of his hood's coloring.
"That doesn't make what you do right Roy." Green Arrow spoke to his adopted
son. "The law is there to give people a chance to prove their innocence. We
don't always get it right but this isn't the wild west. Some of the people you
killed were probably innocent civilians."
"Doubt it. Perk of being what we are is seeing into the hearts and souls of
mortals. The boys have a much clearer Sight but I don't need to be psychic to
know a rapist or serial killer out trolling for victims when I see one-" Roy
froze then turned to glare at Manhunter. His carefree expression replaced by a
mask of ice. His eyes flashed silver and the Martian clutched his head, crying
out in agony. "Playing with fire green bean. Try that again and you'll be a
vegetable of another kind."
"You said we couldn't count and you only refer to 'the boys'. We know you've
marked Artemis and Zatanna as well." Batman tried not to let his demeanor
rattle him.
"No, you know Artemis and Zatanna have been marked. I'm not the only
supernatural creature in the world...that is the real reason you set this trap
for me isn't it? Every interesting death you run across is not my doing
directly or indirectly idiots." The red head would have continued if his phone
had not rung. The ringtone was a popular song...that chilled the heroes. With
casual ease, he cut the singer off midway through the chorus of 'Chalk
Outline'*. "Hello?"
The caller seemed agitated to the Kryptonian's hearing. Another young male by
the voice, complaining about a child or something. About someone whose heart he
had just taken. Not by way of affection...but by reaching inside them and
literally stealing it.
"Calm down, it's just part of your job."
"Doesn't mean I enjoy that part, having no choice and seeing the same look of
fear and betrayal...just reminds me of my old man ya know?"
"Well, they didn't suffer. You always make it painless even though they're
scared sensless. Hmph. I'm beginning to see why you hate being summoned so
much."
The caller was silent for a moment before growling.
"You're stuck in a binding circle aren't you?"
"Yup."
"Guess that's why Dick and Wally can't sense you... K said they're going
nuts." The caller shuffled his phone, probably switching ears. "Need any help?"
"Nope. Tell K to keep his mitts off what's mine. You don't worry about me.
Besides, you have a new charge to teach. And a very bad mother to punish." The
last part was said with such a malicious grin before he ended the call. He knew
only Superman had heard both sides of the conversation. "Listen up kiddies.
You're all wondering about the string of deaths in Star City right? Well, I was
just speaking to the instrument used to cause them."
"Instrument..." Nabu's eyes widened. "A heart snatcher."
"Please, you make him sound like a villian from a badly dubbed anime**. He has
no choice." He chuffed. "Reavers are rather unfortunate in the world of Devas,
my world. They can be contracted, or more acurately enslaved by a human who
knows how to do so. For a fee, they can be forced to do the summoner's
bidding."
"And that fee would be?" John Stewart saw Big Blue looking even more ill than
before, secretly not really wanting to know the answer himself.
"The heart of a pure soul. Usually a child who hasn't the slightest clue about
their fate until they see their still beating heart being eaten right in front
of them."
That was it for the Flash. It had to be that gruesome little fact or way he
said it with such ease. One or the other caused the speedster to turn away and
void his stomach behind a crate.
"Oh come on you've actually seen sicker things and a mental picture makes you
hurl? Man up." Roy sneered. "The child becomes a Reaver as well. However,
Reavers aren't very keen on being contracted against their will. They can be
quite vengeful after death as well."
"The summoner often shares a similar fate to the sacrifice." Fate spoke with a
somber tone. "Once they are released, a heart snatcher is free to do whatever
they please. Violently killing their oppressor and casting their soul into the
depths of hell is usually what pleases them or the new Reaver."
"Deal with the devil and dig your own grave." Batman couldn't quite remember
where he'd heard the expression. For god sakes, couldn't Fate tell them
anything useful before shit hit the fan?!
"Hell is too good for some. Living a nightmare is much more appropriate. A
certain enemy of yours Ollie is tormented nightly by the pain and suffering of
his only son whom he offered up in exchange for the knowledge to create his
signature device. He remembers it all but is unable to end his life to stop the
very real night terrors. Can't tell a soul either. Trapped in his own private
hell for the rest of his natural life...and beyond. By the way, tell Superboy
Cam says hey."
No one had a chance to react before a blinding flash was followed up by a wave
of energy that scattered them about, propelling some into walls with enough
force to knock the wind out of them. When the light faded, the once glowing red
symbols on the floor were now scorched into the warehouse floor. Their captive
gone. They all stood in shock.
Nabu was awestruck by how much he has underestimated Roy. He was a young Deva
but so much more powerful than a mere newborn. Having Robin and Kid Flash as
thralls contributed to his strength on a far greater level than the Lord of
Order calculated. Could he even be stopped now?
Flash and Superman were both badly in need of a hug. It was just too surreal.
Swallowing his unease, Superman went to check on the now unconscious Martian.
Batman and Green Lantern had been disgusted but didn't allow it to cloud their
thoughts. The two like minded men quickly deduced that the boy on the phone had
been Icicle Jr, even before those parting words. More importantly that 'K' was
Klarion. Which meant the girls belonged to him, not Roy as they originally
thought.
But Green Arrow had been the most disturbed. How could he never notice
something was very off with Cameron? That cold, dead stare that became gleeful
when he killed. That Icicle Sr. wasn't smart enough to have created his cold
gun on his own***. The bouts of almost bipolar psychosis suddenly made sense
now. Then again, he failed to notice his own son transforming into a heartless
monster either. The weight of all those lost lives seemed to hang around his
neck like an albatross.
*end*
 
Chapter End Notes
     Poor Ollie feels like it's all his fault. Doesn't help that he knows
     others feel that way too. Things are just going to keep getting
     worse.
     * The song by Three Days Grace I used for the chapter of Parallels
     about how Cam died.
     **reference to the god awful english dubbing of Sailor Moon, the
     manga that started my obsession with all things Japan n_n
     ***Not sure why, but YJ portrays Joar Makent (Icicle Sr.) as more of
     a brutish thug than a brilliant but warped scientist. So I ran with
     it.
***** Innocence Lost *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter is writen from the point of view of a young child but
     still fits the M rating. Just a heads up, all devas are somewhat
     sexual creatures. Dirty talk and non-explicit (really just implied)
     child molestation ahead. Though if you've read this far it probably
     won't bother you.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Hi.
 
My name is Pippa and I'm 7 years old. My Mommy and Daddy and me came to Star
City all the way from London last year for Daddy's new job. It was nice until
Mommy and Daddy started yelling at each other. Mommy got mad about a fair Daddy
went to without her. When I asked why I couldn't go, he got all funny in the
face and told me it was for grown ups. But fairs are like the circus right? Or
parades...I like parades.
 
Then Daddy went again without Mommy and she got soo mad she turned red and
screamed real loud. I guess a fair is alot more fun when you grow up, huh?
 
Then I woke up one night cuz I heard something break. They were yelling real
loud and I heard more noises so I couldn't go back to sleep. Then...
 
BANG!
 
I jumped up and hid under my bed with Mr. Toddles, my stuffed elephant. He's
purple, my favorite color. I hugged him tight cuz I was scared but then the
noises stopped. Mommy and Daddy stopped yelling too. After a while, I got back
into bed, all snug under the covers. Nice and warm, the floor was cold and
dusty. I remember Mommy coming into my room and kissing my forehead just before
I went back to sleep. I thought she and Daddy made up.
 
But Daddy wasn't there to make me pancakes before he went to work in the
morning. I ate cereal while Mommy got the red punch she and Daddy spilled last
night off the carpet. She used the stuff in the big white bottle that makes my
eyes burn cuz she was too tired to do it last night and now it was a real BIG
stain in the fluffy white carpet. It went right through her favorite
Per...Pers...rug that sounds like a kitty cat and she threw it in the garbage
before I woke up.
 
When I asked about Daddy, she told me he didn't love us anymore. He went away.
I cried.
 
But Mommy didn't cry. Not even when the policeman came to our house a long time
later and told her they found Daddy's car but it was burnt up like my
marshmallows when we went camping. Somebody did something bad to Daddy cuz he
was inside the back where groceries go. They think I didn't hear but I did.
Daddy was never coming back, ever. He was with Grammy and our cat
Fluffernutter.
 
Mommy did get worried though. She didn't like hearing about what happened to
Daddy. Not on the news, not when more policemen came, not even when Mr. and Mrs
Glacey brought her a raspberry cake with chocolate frosting and cherries on top
just like she likes to cheer her up. It just made her mad. After a while,
people stopped talking about it but Mommy got more worried.
 
So, she bought a book. A really old book that smelled funny. She also got
candles and a bunch of little bags that smelled funny too. She wrote stuff on
the floor and lit the candles then told me to come downstairs one night.
 
"You're going to do something for Mommy." She said. "Because of you, my body is
ugly that's why Daddy left us. It's your fault."
 
That made me sad but I didn't have time to ask why she was mad. She took my arm
and cut it with a knife. I screamed cuz it hurt and cuz there was a bright
flash and loud boom when she stabbed the knife into a squiggle on the floor.
 
A boy with bluey purple skin and white hair was standing inside the circle she
drew. He looked mad...and made growly sounds when he saw me. I tried to hide
but Mommy wouldn't let me. When he started talking, he said a lot of stuff I
didn't understand.
 
"You summoned me to act as your agent aware of the price. The blood of this
child was offered to the wards. Is her heart to pay your debt?"
 
"Y-yes. She is nothing but trouble! I didn't need that man and I certainly
don't want her!" She pushed me at him and I fell down by his feet. It was so
cold next to him...I started shivering. I shivered more when his hand touched
my head. He felt like a snowman. I looked up and his blue eyes were so
pretty...but soo sad.
 
He looked down at me before he walked to my mommy and gave her a pretty ball
that looked my snow globe but there wasn't anything inside. She looked at it
for a minute then looked like was gonna throw it. The boy stopped her.
 
"You understand that once broken, his orb cannot be repaired and our deal
cannot be broken right? That said action will mark Pippa as mine. Once your
desire is obtained, I will devour her beating heart and our covenant will be no
more. Are you sure this is what you want Adelaide?"
 
Mommy was quiet for a while then she got mad a smashed it on the floor. The
pieces melted into the circle and it glowed dark red. So did the boy's eyes. He
came back to me and lifted me up. I was scared...then he kissed me. Not like
Grammy used to in the cheek. Like I saw Mommy and Daddy do before they got all
mad at each other. Did Mommy's mouth go all numb when Daddy rubbed his tongue
on hers too? Did she get really sleepy too? Then he put his hand under my night
gown and started touching my skin all over. My chest burned a little when he
touched there and I could see a light shine from under my gown right over my
heart. Then it hurt real bad ...
 
"Shh...It's almost over Pippa. Such a big girl you are, not crying." He stroked
my hair and kissed my neck. Then he whispered into my ear real low. "Bleed for
me pretty."
 
Mommy's eyes got real big when she saw a little bit of blood run down my legs.
I wanted to cry but I just couldn't. This boy was hurting me...why won't she
stop him?
 
Mommy just watched. Her face got all funny and she squeaked like mouse though.
But she didn't stop him. These were bad touches, my teacher said so. She said
nice touches weren't supposed to hurt, they were suppose to make you feel good.
 
"What's wrong Adelaide? You gave her to me, what do you care what I do to her
now?" He cooed. "Your husband never touched her though. She was a virgin until
I popped her cherry just now. Want to watch me do it the proper way? Make her a
little woman right here in front of you? Split her open and cream her little
hole good?"
 
It still hurt but then it felt...funny. Then nice. I couldn't stop the noises I
made and my hips started to wiggle by themselves. Was it  a nice touch now? I
couldn't see his face but I felt his chest rumble when he laughed.
 
"Sadistic slut. Pippa can't help it right now but it's turning you watching
huh? Hear me talk about doing dirty thing to her? Sorry that wasn't your
wish...no one will ever know what you did, per request. Later pretty." The boy
took his hands away and I fell aleep.
 
I thought it was a dream until I saw him again. He came back and stuck his hand
right through my chest this time. I felt him grab something inside and pull
hard but it didn't hurt. He held up something that was moving and bleeding
before he took a bite out of it.
 
Heart.
 
It was a heart.
 
Not a pretty one for Valentine's Day. The one that was inside of me. Now he was
eating it!
 
I fell down and then it was dark and quite.
 
When I woke up, he told me his name was Cam. My Mommy was bad now she was in
hell. That I was just like him now and he was my big brother. Now I had 2
brothers and a sister my own age to play with. Cam likes to play with us.
Sometimes together and sometimes it's just two of us. I got to meet his cool
friends too, I hope I grow up to be as pretty as Arty and Z.
 
He gave me also 'birthday' present I just love!
 
Even though Mommy was gone, I still get to see her everyday. I do her hair and
put pretty make up on her. Her brown hair iss still really long and flows over
the edge of my desk when I brushed it and she's always looking at me with a
smile, just like she used to. Only now I can carry her around.
 
Her head fits so nicely on my shelf with all the other bad mommies I've met
since then. Right next to Mr. Toddles.
 
Cam is the best big brother ever!
 
*end*
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Yep, Cam is a bisexual pedophile. Love it? Hate it? Thoughly creeped
     out? I did warn you, blame no one but yourself if your eyes are
     bleeding. Sirensoundwave out.
***** Red *****
Chapter Notes
     Sup.
     I have totally fallen in love with my Deva version of Cam. Pippa too.
     So deceptively cute!
     I'm twisted, I know; don't judge. After all...you're reading this so
     what's that say about you, ne? Kidding...or am I? o.O
     He'll still show up here from time to time but look for "Nightfall:
     Sinister Angel" (title subject to change; might think of something
     more clever), a series of oneshots centered around Cam and his
     'family'. I'm gonna expand my range of devas in this story set soon
     too. Everything from other vamps to my versions of werecreatures and
     other classic monsters to whatever the hell else happens to fall out
     of that dark closet in my head. Come watch the League's nightmares
     multiply. Bwhahaha...
     Remember, these are loosely connected oneshots- time frame is moot.
     If I think exactly when something is happens is paramount, I'll tell
     you it happened before, during, or after whatever other chapter. Kay?
     Here's a little Robin love, don't worry I'll do the girls soon n_n
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Richard stood in front of his mirror trying to decide what he wanted to wear.
The annual Halloween party was tonight; they'd been invited but he couldn't
figure out a costume to put together. Nothing he thought of seemed to work.
There wasn't anything he could pretend to be that was half as scary as what he
truly was...heh heh.


Actually, Artie, Z, Wally and himself had been invited since they were still
technically on the team. Roy was still 'suspended' from the League but it was
likely he'd show up invited or not just because his boys were there. The
temptation to see the League's faces was too much as well. And Klarion? Well...
 
For a group comprised of the World's Finest, the ginger decided the League was
not nearly as swift as he had been lead to believe. It had been some time since
Z and Artie became their 'sisters' but it took the hospital incident before
they figured it out. But only after reading the literal, and bloody, writing on
the wall. Instead of asking anything, the adults assumed that the Crimson
Archer had begun a harem; collecting thralls to make himself more powerful.
While the logic behind that assumption was sound (a vampire gains power from
the blood of their thralls or the life force they absorbed) it wasn't the case.
Nobody bothered to compare the patterns of their brands. In short, the world's
greatest detectives (snort) put two and two together and got a wronger answer
than cherry pie. What? There's different degrees of 'wrong'? Sure there is.
It's a little wrong to say a tomato is a vegetable. It's a lot wrong to say
it's a suspension bridge.*
 
Idiots.
 
The ones he and Wally had were more like tribal tattoos from the Maori people.
Curvy in some areas, angled in others but over all bold and dynamic. The girls
on the other hand looked like flower vines had grown along their chests and
necks. There were even buds on the ends of the green markings, delicate and
subtle. Klarion had marked them as his thralls. A fact that initially caused
him and the former Kid Flash to want to kick his ass into next week. Why?
 
It was a fact that neither girl could stand the overgrown demented smurf. The
idea that they would willingly sleep with him seemed absurd, and it was. He'd
decided he wanted two dolls of his own and went after them. Regardless of their
feelings. The obvious conclusion? He stole their virginity very much against
their will. So why was he okay with it now? Why were Roy and Wally?
 
Their initial reaction was a throwback to their former humanity, plain and
simple. None of them were human anymore, so their taboos and social mores no
longer bound them. Roy was never human to begin with. So, all it really took
was proper persuasion from their master to set both boys in the right frame of
mind: blood sharing and hot sex. Something the girls eventually came to accept.
And enjoy.
 
Oh, the world was a far more twisted, sinister and deceiving place than his
former mentors could hope to understand. The only one who had even an inkling
of just what really went bump in the night was Dr. Fate; and we see how quick
on the uptake he is. He couldn't sense a deva if one bit him in the
metaphysical ass. Deva was merely a blanket term for all things not human and
of 'otherworldly' origin. It stood to reason that several heroes and villains
fell into that category but no; devas, once their powers matured, knew what
they were. Case in point, the cause of the frost creeping along the glass of
his mirror.
 
"Hnn. It's the time of year you should be busiest. Yet here you are, annoying
me." The small boy frowned as his reflection was obscured.
 
"You would think so but, nope. Humans are greedy and foolish year round, I have
no busy season." The shrug could be heard in the tone of the disembodied voice.
 
"Uh-huh. So you're bothering me and not Artemis why? I don't have much time
left to get ready." Blue eyes rolled in exasperation.
 
"Blondie and her friend are having playtime with blue boy. Besides, I thought
you liked me." A sigh sounded in the room. "You also might be interested to
know someone has decided to employ my services to dispose of your dear Bruce."
 
"What?! Your a reaver not a hit man!" The mirror glass cracked as his sapphire
eyes blazed with fury.
 
"I tried to get rid of as many scrolls with my true name as I could to prevent
just that but we know some survived. Yes I am a reaver, and humans can summon
me or another of my kind if they know how Dick. So long as they pay the tolI,
we can be obligated to do many things for them, including assassination. One of
his business ventures pissed her off something fierce but I don't think she's
playing with a full deck though. The stupid bitch is desperate; desperate
enough to have read the detail about the exchange without flinching and offered
me her newborn kid. I don't like pacts with kids, ya know. I have four siblings
already and it's a big enough job keepin them fed. Love 'em to death but hate
that I was forced to create 'em. I haven't accepted the deal  but that's only
because she didn't know how to make me. Yet. She's going to figure it out
eventually."
 
The frost spread to the mirror frame, down to the carpeting, followed by a
swirl of arctic wind and snow yielding Cameron Makhent. That's who he was 8
years ago anyhow. But that was a lifetime ago, when he was just a metahuman
child. Whose gentle, innocent nature blinded him to just how cruel people could
be. How the man he trusted and depended on could be driven to the dark arts
with proper motivation; the chance to be a god in the criminal society of his
city. Perhaps the world over. Before his father sacrificed him for a glimpse
into the very core of the universe.
 
"Hmph. Who is she?"
 
"Sheila Mactíre**, she's married to some big wig your pops crushed in the
market. I now know far more about how he stole her husband's thunder than I
care to." The cryokenetic made air quotes around 'stole her husband's thunder'.
"Once I'm bound into a contract with Sheila, I'll have no choice man. She wants
me to take out every living thing in Wayne Manor. You're Artie's friend,
thought you ought to know." With another blast of frigid air, he was gone.
 
The boy once known as Robin continued to frown now that he was alone again.
Just because he wasn't human didn't mean he'd hang family out to dry. And Cam
had been gracious enough to warn him. Hmm, perhaps this Sheila woman could help
him with his make up, make him look more convincing. That thought was sparked
by a sinister idea for the perfect costume.
 
'Wonder how long it takes a person to bleed out if you avoid the main
arteries.' He thought, flexing the set of razor sharp claws that formed on his
left hand. 'Maybe I can still make the party.' With a wave of his hand, a
crimson and gold corseted dress materialized on his fey frame. A ruby cloak***
now framed his porcelain doll face, obscuring everything but the ethereal glow
of those ultramarine orbs. The garment swirled in the breeze as he teleported
away.
 
Here comes Wicked Red Riding Hood.
 
Wolves beware.
 
*End*
 
Chapter End Notes
     *Kudos fellow nerds who knew this quote is from Stewart arguing with
     Sheldon on the Big Bang Theory over the 'logical' choice to take up
     the mantle of the Bat once Bruce kicks the bucket.
     **Old Irish for wolf
     ***Another Batman reference...guess who. There's actually two people;
     both are psychotic.
      
     Yes, super late Halloween prompt. Whatever. Whatcha think? Let me
     know. Sirensoundwave out.
***** Hell's Belles *****
Chapter Notes
     Sup!
     First, chapter title is not an AC/DC song. It is in fact a play on
     the word belles as in beauties not bells that ring. As promised, this
     chapter will focus on how Klarion began acquiring his thralls. I
     thought it was clever since Artie and Z are girls. You may disagree.
     Second, this chapter does not have a lot of action just like the last
     few chapters for the simple fact that it would be 3 paragraphs long
     if I did that due to editing; if you're reading it on ffnet. The
     following warnings apply: triggers for rape, psychological
     manipulation, sorta stockholm-syndrome, perverted language, self harm
     and general creepiness. Not sure when I’ll update on affnet due to me
     having been borrowing a laptop when availible all year
 
 
 
Hell's Belles
 
*hb*
 
Miss Martian and Rocket were unsure how to react to what they had just
witnessed. Their dear friend, teammate and fellow teen girl had just showed
them (literally) the reasons for all the choices she has made in her short
life. All the hurt and anger she’s carried around for so long.
 
As well as the one the blonde percieved as taking it all away. Miss M knew that
even in her culture, this ‘“savior’s” behavior would be repulsive. Taking
advantage of someone after causing them such trauma. Still, there was no
denying the sincerity of the calm and joy that radiated from her mind, her
whole being. For the first time in a very long time, Artemis was truley happy.
 
It sickened Rocket to see the same serene  smile on the face of her raven
haired “sister” even before hearing and seeing what Klarion had done to her as
well. It couldn’t be good either, that’s for damn sure. Why weren’t they
angry?! Why did they talk like that demented smurf had done something good by
raping them?! REPEATEDLY! Then convincing them they wanted it?!
 
“We get that it sounds horrible to you guys.” Zatanna spoke first. “Dick and
Wally were less than enthused as well. They tried quite hard to gut K when they
found out.”
 
“We’re only telling you because everyone knows what happened with Roy but it
took a rather long time for anyone to notice our change.” Artemis sighed.
 
*hb*
 
There were many things Artemis regretted about her life. That her father was a
bastard. That her mom was paralysed and forced to live in Crime Alley. That her
sister was MIA for most of her life. She even resented the fact that Green
Arrow was the one mentoring her when he couldn’t even deal with his own issues.
How dare that playboy manwhore dictate to her what’s best for her when he’d
destroyed the boy he called his son?!
 
Still, she had always been grateful for the fact that as bad as her father
treated her, how much she hated fighting her own flesh and blood, she could say
he never tried to use her as a substitute for her mother. Unfortunately that
fellm to Jade because she was the spitting image of Paula at that age. All the
times her milk or ice cream tasted funny after dinner and she couldn’t remember
how she got into bed as a child...She learned that Jade drugged her so she
wouldn’t see or hear the night’s activies.
 
But her 12 year old  sister was far from the polished assassin she became back
then. She didn’t know about tolerance levels. So eventually the effects were so
weak the sound of her sister’s bed on the verge of catastophic structural
failure woke her up one night. To be fair, that same bed was only five feet
from her own. She thanked god every day that she’d been placed under her
blanket facing the wall. Her poster of Alice falling down the rabbit hole the
only thing she could see.
 
Unfortunately what she could hear was traumatising enough. The sound of her
sister moaning in pain. Her father’s deep grunts. Then, once the creaking
stopped, the talking started.
 
“Such a good girl. Maybe your sister will be just as good a daughter...”
Lawrence chuckled.
 
“No! D-daddy you promised!” Jade stammered.
 
SMACK!
 
“I promised not yet. Don’t talk back you little whore. Did you take your
pills?”
 
“Yes sir.” Was the meek reply.
 
"Good. Take a bath you stink. Don't forget to change the sheets." The bed
whined as a great weight lifted from it and Lawrence's heavy footfalls
retreated.
 
This went on for three more years but she hafd no idea when it had begun. Every
night she would pretend to sleep while her sister ‘entertained’ their father.
Eventually Jade couldn't take it anymore, leaving her at their father's mercy.
 
He had long begun to train her as an assassin before Jade left; most likely
knowing his eldest would one day be too hard to control. Only two things
protected her chastity at the time. For one, Artemis was a rather late bloomer.
While hormones hit Jade around age 10; rounding her figure in all the right
places, mother nature failed to knock on her door until she first started high
school. She looked like a well toned boy who hadn't reached puberty until about
a year before she joined the team. Daddy wanted tits on a rape victim to bite
and bruise.
 
#edited out of ffnet version.#
 
The second reason sicken her more, as hard as that would be to believe. And
Klarion was the one to enlighten her. Thinking it just a lie, she still
couldn't stop thinking about it and looked it up online. An  hour later, the
blonde needed a new laptop when her MacBook went sailing out of her 3rd story
window. The level of physical activity needed to mold her body into a fighting
machine had an intesting internal side effect. Well, the concentration on lower
body strength did.
 
It made her vaginal walls contract more than usual in girl her age that didn't
work a specific set of muscles so often. In plain (crude) english, it made her
pussy tighter so it would give the guy drilling her a better fuck. Nevermind
that it would make her first time even more painful and likely to involve
tearing and bleeding. Especially if the sex was less than consensual.
 
But why would the Chaos Lord tell her this?
 
*hb*
 
"Hmm. Guess it was true."
 
In the dark room only she and Klarion occupied,  the archer lay sobbing on her
bed. Between her thighs hurt like hell. Periwinkle sheets were now stained down
to the mattress beneath. From a thick mixture of semen and blood.
 
He had yet to release her in any capacity; her wrists were still held firm in
the iron grip of only one hand. The mess just overflowed around the steel rod
still crammed deep inside. This is why the nightly sessions she pretended not
to hear lasted hours some days. Though she doubted Klarion needed a little blue
capsule to stay erect like her father.
 
"So fucking tight, your pretty kitty still hasn't let me go." He leaned down
licking her cheek as she turned away. Oh god, his tongue is forked. The bastard
had a long snake like tongue! While his face lingered near hers, something warm
and wet explored her bare chest. "Ready for round two?"
 
"No...let me go...please..." How pathetic she sounded to her own ears. If
screaming and thrashing did nothing the first time, her pitiful pleading
wouldn't now.
 
"Tch, I know pumping you full of cum all night is would be too much fun to stop
now! Little Alice, I am going to explore ALL your rabbit holes. Just not all at
once." 
 
Little chance was given to process that horrible pun before he flipped her over
somehow never pulling out. The rapid movement caused a fresh burst of stinging
pain as her walls literally twisted around unyielding flesh. Her tormentor
purred at the sensation as well as wail that tore from her lips. Pulling her
knees under her body, he stroked her back lightly.
 
"Fuck, yeah. Scream for me, don't be shy. Not like any of those losers can hear
you. Let me hear how much you like being plowed Arrow Girl." Klarion leaned to
the side for a second, tugging her abused canal more. Next he tied her hands to
the headboard. By the feel of the fabric, the ligature consisted of either her
destroyed cammie or the panties he'd torn off of her at the start. "I want both
hands for this ride."
 
Clawed hands dug ito her hips right before Klarion began jackhammering into
her. The  bed spread did little to muffle the pained cries. Unable to stand it
any more, the young heroine passed out.
 
When she awoke, Artemis shot straight up. To her horror not only did she still
have a visitor but said visitor's face was between her legs. Almost
dismissively, he pushed her onto her back without glancing up. That creepy
thing in his mouth slithered it's way around her aching lady parts. Though not
as full as his dick, Klarion's tongue seemed longer. Pulsating and
rubbing...almost like it was massaging...
 
There was a wet slurping sound before he look up as her. As their eyes locked,
her skin crawled more. The entirety of his mouth was coated in blood. Her
blood. As if she didn't have enough nightmare fuel, she saw him lick his own
face clean.
#end ffnet edit#
 
"Even after I let my cum drain out, you kept flowing like a river. Why let all
that sweet blood go to waste?" His hands rubbed along her thighs gently. He
stood up fully dressed in the blink of an eye. When he lifted her into his
arms, her brain went into full on panic mode even though her body had no more
fight left in it. What else did he want?! 
 
So this is how her life would end. Brutalized then murdered by a psycho. Funny,
she imagined a similar scenario as a child. The monster had blonde hair instead
though. Artemis let her eyes close, praying he was through torturing her. That
it would be quick.
 
"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!"
 
The angry shout startled her. Instead of falling out of his arms, she found
herself paralyzed. 
 
This was not her room. It looked like the inside of Jeannie's bottle. Or a
shah's qasbah. Expensive silk was drapped over the walls and the two lavish
queen ann chairs. Rainbow colored pillows trimmed in gold littered the floor.
Instead of a bed, the blonde was neck deep in some sort of tub filled with
weird white liquid. On the surface floated glowing gold flower buds wedged
between pairs of tiny shimmering lily pads. The flowers were in midbloom. The
stuff was warm but the consistency of syrup. From what she could tell, a
headrest of some kind kept her from sliding to a murky death. It also let her
actually see above the basin rim.
 
Wait, she recognized that voice...
 
Roy?
 
"Chill out. Didn't kill her."
 
That was her rapist.
 
"No, you just violently deflowered her against her will. I'm sure she wishes
you HAD just killed her you asshole." That last bit sounded less upset. More
like exasperated. "Can't deal with this shit right now. The boys might not kill
you but they're sure as hell gonna try."
 
What?
 
"Confused Arrow Girl?"
 
How does he do that shit?! Popping up outta no damn where?! Unable to move,
Artemis settled for glaring at Klarion as he leaned on the tub. That and
wishing he would spontaneously combust.
 
"What's with the face? We both had fun. As much as it may have hurt, I felt you
clampdown and quiver each time your bell rung. Congrats. You're a sexual
masochist. No shame in being a dirty girl." That smirk infuriated the holy hell
out of her. Not a second later his hand slipped into the bath, up to his
elbow. 
 
A single sharp nail gently slid along her seem before working it's way inside.
Where was the pain? For that matter, shouldn't this shit have at least turned
pink from all her wounds...inside and out?
 
"These flowers are very useful when you're injured. This bath is a potion to
draw out damage. When the flowers blossom, you're all set."
 
"Nngh..." His finger slid further.
 
"You're almost finished, relax. I can see such darkness in you Artemis. It's
beautiful, just like what Red saw in his boys. Creatures like us are drawn to
the conflict of innocence and wicked desire inside a single being. You hide the
hurt oh so well. Carefully layering the cracks in yourself with snark and
distance. Smiling for Mama. Being the tough girl on your team. What a fucking
lie."
 
"GAH!"
 
By now, it was very clear just which digit now curled with her. The ring finger
soon joined the middle, teasing and rubbing. The dry hand gasped her left
breast and began tenderly kneading.
 
"Don't worry doll. When I break you, I'll be sure to rebuild you so much
stronger than before."
 
*hb*
 
***** Hell's Belles pt 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Hey. Yeah I know it's been a while. But I come bearing the gift of
     psychological scarring! Most of the other chapters focus on Roy, his
     boys or Cam in some way. There will be 4 parts to the Hell's Belles
     arc. Time to show everyone's favorite overgrown demented smurf and
     his lovely ladies some love n_n
      
     *this is one of those chapters shorter on ffnet than AO3. There are
     things about the plot missing from that version beyond general smut. 
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
*HB*
 
That was not the last time she saw Klarion. Oh how she wished it were. Even
though she knew the psychotic bastard wasn't done with her. She feared being
alone in her room because of it. Feared sleep because of it.
 
That first time was nearly three month ago. She turned off her light and dozed
off as usual. Something touching her legs caused her to stir. Training and
general common sense go out the window when exhausted and sleep deprived.
Feeling her legs part should have sent alarm bells ringing in her mind. Instead
she awoke to the utter horror and agony of him ramming into her. Feeling as if
she'd split in half. The twisted freak waited until she fell asleep every night
to violate her. 
 
No matter how long she tried to stay up or where she finally gave into the
tiredness, she always woke up in her bed (at home or the mountain) with him
inside her. Delighting in the screaming, crying, pleading no one else could
hear.
 
The worst part was she climaxed at least once in each session. The longer the
ordeal, the greater the number of times she saw white. Rendered unable to do
much more than lock up in ecstasy. He'd just watch her each time stroking her
hair tenderly. Telling  her what a good girl she was and kissing her deeply
then starting again. Sometimes for hours on end.
 
He had to be using his powers right? For more than keeping her from telling
anyone. Secretly tricking her into enjoying these attacks. She couldn't
possibly get off on being violated like this. Your body listens to you,
responds to your desires. For fuck sake she can't even say this is rape! It's
not really a crime if you like it. 
 
Or so they say.
 
/Am I really that fucked up? /
 
Her torment worsened when there was no period that first month. He found the
pregnancy test in her trash bin. His expression that of amusement when she saw
the box in his hand. Smiling at her look of shame. 
 
"If you want a baby, I'll gladly give you one Artemis." He whispered in her ear
once he was done for the night. "I'll give you anything you want. Just ask."
 
"All my 'asking' hasn't stopped your visits before." She glared as he pressed
the towel between her legs.
 
The routine was the same every time. She fights sleep, passes out. Drug back to
the waking world by his assault. But then...he fixes her clothes or anything
that gets damaged. Heals her battered body. The way Klarion handles her after
the fact completely contradicts the brutality of his abuse. Was he trying to
drive her crazy?
 
"Silly girl. We both know that's not what you really want. And until you ask, I
can't fulfill those desires not of the flesh." Blue tinted fingers carded
through her hair gently before lifting her up and teleporting to that lavish
room with the enchanted tub. Then gently placing her inside it. "But don't
worry. You're not pregnant. I just don't like the idea of anything dripping out
of your pussy I'm not responsible for."
 
"So you stopped my cycle with magic?! Just when I thought you couldn't be any
sicker!" Only her head would move while in the potion bath. And not enough to
fully turn away.
 
"If I'm sick what does that make you then? No matter how much I make you bleed,
how much it hurts you still arch off that bed. You get tighter the more I fuck
you. Your pretty kitty never wants to let go. Greedily milking my cock for
every drop she can get. Once you stop lying to yourself Artemis, everything
will be fine. Once you quit denying the connection."
 
So, two more missed periods later with no sign of a baby bump Artemis could let
that mortifying thought go. Sort of.
 
“ J'aime vous entendre gémir, ma douce Alice." [I love to hear you moan, my
sweet Alice.] The Chaos Lord purred. "Mais aujourd'hui, vous devriez garder le
silence. Peu importe ce que je fais pour vous ... " [But today, you should
remain silent. No matter what I do to you...]
 
Not here.
 
Not in front of people!
 
This had to be a fucking nightmare. 
 
Artemis was terrified. Nothing she did right now would end well for her. Or any
of the students in her French class. Somehow she was sitting at her desk but
also in the Witchboy's lap. Not a single person seemed to notice the inhuman
guest. Madam Aveugle droned on about the subjunctive case while his sharp nails
plucked the buttons from her uniform blouse.
 
"Si le rose est votre couleur préférée, comment pouvez-vous vous tenez tout ce
vert?" [If pink is your favorite color, how can you stand all that green?] His
diction flowed flawlessly while he observed the color of her bra. Unhindered by
the fact that between every few words he kissed and sucked on her throat. His
nails slicing through the material stung. Just enough pressure to leave thin
welts but not break the skin. "Vos culotte rose trop?" [Your panties pink too?]
 
All she could do was bite her lower lip. Like every time before, her body
responded to the unwanted touches. Kneading her breast made her skin much more
sensitive. Dusty pink nipples became the epicenter of those sensations.  Every
casual touch caused her to gasp. Blood trickled down her chin when those
fingers rolled the pert buds between them.
 
No. 
 
No, she shouldn't be enjoying this.
 
Tears filled her eyes once his tongue migrated further up to lap at her self
inflicted wound. They finally fell once she noticed her underwear weren't dry
any more. How sick was this? The monster that raped her in the dark had
appeared in her school. Then immediately began molesting her. To which her body
responded by soaking her panties.
 
" Shhh ... pas besoin de larmes. Personne d'autre que moi peut voir ce qu'est
une vilaine fille vous êtes en ce moment. " [Shh...no need for tears. No one
but me can see what a naughty girl you are right now.]
 
Artemis jerked. Klarion abandoning her right breast in order to trace the wet
strip of cotton between her thighs shocked her. Though it really shouldn't
have. Neither should the pressure he exerted there.
 
"Gah!" The startled yelp drew attention. Students near her looked around in
confusion. Madame Aveugle paused briefly only to turn and resume writing on the
whiteboard. Didn't anyone see this?! 
 
" N'oubliez pas de garder le silence. La magie ne cesse de nous invisible si
vous le faites." [Remember to keep quiet. The spell only keeps us unseen if you
do.]  She could feel him repositioning the garment then...
 
"!!!"
 
One swift movement was all it took to impale her. He groaned as he let gravity
drive himself deep inside the blonde. Just like that first night it hurt like
hell. Even with lubrication,  her walls stung from being so suddenly,
forcefully stretched. Her nails dug into his arm and thigh. Trying to resist
the intrusion and not fall onto the floor at the same time. Something invisible
held her firmly in place not letting her pull away.
 
" Encore assez serré. Presque comme nous n'avons pas joué tous les soirs
depuis. " [Still quite tight. Almost as like we haven't played every night
since.] He chuckled. He seemed to enjoy her squirming; his ministrations
becoming less rough. As if trying to sooth the pain. His next sentence,
whispered just as low and sensual as every word before, sent shivers up her
spine. " Chevauche ma bite." [Ride my dick.]
 
Without anymore prompting, the blonde's hips moved on their own. Pulling him
out only to cram him back into her at a frantic pace. After a few minutes, he
lifted her off of him completely to turn her around and face him. Then let
gravity take over again and kissed her throat.
 
"Ahhh!" The scream came unbidden, shattering the cloaking spell. Not only did
the class get an eyeful of the archer's bare body but the blood running down
her neck caused the nearest girl to scream. 
 
The panic was short lived though. Just as suddenly, the pair vanished. The
memory quickly growing hazy in their human minds. The lesson continued without
interruption. 
 
*removed entirely from ffnet*
 
If she'd been more aware of her surroundings, she'd have noticed for once
Klarion had taken her to his room to defile her. Usually she ends up in his tub
after the fact.
 
Well, given said psycho was pile driving into her on the plethora of pillows, a
girl could be forgiven for not taking in the change of scenery. 
 
"You have no idea how crazy you make me." He groaned. "A mere human girl full
of such a fiery hate and desire for revenge it's so enticing. But it's burning
you alive. Killing you...but I won't let it."
 
She could feel him kissing her jawline slowly. His tongue lavishing her throat
and the punctures he'd made there moments ago. Running the snake like appendage
across them sent waves of electricity coursing through her body. She pressed
herself closer as her back arched off the downy surface. Desperately seeking
that feeling.
 
/What is wrong with me?!/ Artemis' thoughts were a frenzied mess.  For all the
pain he'd put her through,  the Lord of Chaos had been the first and only man
to touch her sexually. To give her such pleasure. He had his way with her and
made her want more.
 
As much as she hated it, she loved it.
 
"Don't cry Arrowgirl." His hand wiped away tears she didn't know had been shed;
not even breaking his rhythm. "It’s only natural, chaos calls to chaos. I can
give you what you want precious. If only you submit to me. Give me your
everything."
 
/What?/
 
"Let me claim you. I'm sure you've noticed the lovely marks on Red's boys.
Marks that tell the world they are his. Mmm...both gave it up to him real
quick. Same night he popped their cherries he bit them, a special bite. Do you
know what made it special?"
 
"N-no!..Ha!..Ahh!" His back probably looked like Teekl had a bitch fit and
flipped out on him. Her nails weren't weapons but they weren't exactly blunt
either. Every thrust caused her to grasp him tighter, clawing at his skin
unsure what else to do.
 
Bastard probably enjoyed it.
 
"A thrall branding can only be done at the height of ecstasy. Between willing
parties. Don't you see? I can't force you to be mine Artemis. Only show you I'm
the only one who can give you what you want. What you need. What you deserve."
 
"Why....nngh...me?" She panted. The heat coiling tighter and tighter, until...
 
"Because I love you Artemis."
 
Her response was beautiful. His hot seed filling her always rendered unable to
move or speak. The sight of eyes rolling back, inner wall constricting and
pulsing wildly let him know his goal had been met. Looking down at her
expression of utter physical satisfaction caused the Witchboy to smirk as he
leaned closer. 
 
"Good girl." He whispered. 
 
And sank his fangs into her throat a second time. Careful not to spill a single
drop of her delicious blood this go around. She tasted far too heavenly to
allow that.
 
Artemis slipped into unconsciousness slowly. Coming down from the most intense
orgasam she'd ever experienced; listening to Klarion's contented purring as he
fed from her.
 
*end mass edit*
 
For a short time, Artemis slept. Her nude body resting on a multitude of satin
pillows. Klarion lay beside her, admiring her features. Milky white skin. Hair
that shone like strands of gold. Lips full and cherry red. The sorcerer felt
especially proud of the elegant green marks adorning the left side of her
throat and upper body. Delicate vines tipped with tiny red buds.
 
Red never bothered to hide his nature from the League once he awakened. Didn't
bother to conceal the fact that he'd marked them, enjoyed their blood or their
bodies. Still it was the more magically deaf members that pieced it together.
And Nabu caught hell for it, the Bat and Flash both angrily pointing out that
the Lord of Order was only good for information after the fact.  
i.e. fucking useless.
 
Let's see how long it would take the old fart to notice she was practically
infused with the magic of a much older deva. One who would send her home under
a glamour just for kicks. 
 
This would be fun!
 
A sharp intake of breath signaled that she was awake. Time had no real meaning
in this pocket dimension yet it felt like an eternity to him before she opened
her eyes to find his face very close to hers.
 
"Now, tell me what you want my dear." Hands stroked her hair tenderly. 
 
"..." The hesitation lasted only a moment. Answer coming after a deep breath.
"To feel something more than pain." Once slate grey eyes now peered up at him a
molten amber color.
 
"As you wish."
 
For the first time, the pair spent the night merely wrapped in each other's
arms. 
 
*HB*
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Well that's one way to liven up French class...
     Yes, the teacher Madame Aveugle means 'Mrs. Blind'. Couldn't resist.
     Apologies for any French I fudged. I blame Google Translate :3
      
     Klarion is very messed up in showing his affection for Artemis but as
     we see next chapter, things work a little differently in Limbo Town.
     My version of where the Lord of Chaos hails from is of course way
     more disturbing than the original.
      
     Like it? Hate it? No strong feelings either way? Reviews are like
     hugs! Sirensoundwave out.
End Notes
     So, how was that? First published horror fic. I might revisit this at
     some point, not sure. Reviews appreciated. Sirensoundwave out.
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