We all waited on the beach, keeping an eye out for the limousine.

"I hope you know that you're paying," Robin said, for the fifth time.

I rolled my eyes. "I told you. We won't need to pay. They're letting us borrow the car." He opened his mouth to answer, but before he could, the limousine pulled up. The chauffeur stepped out of the limo, and walked towards me.

"Are you Krys?" He asked, looking me up and down.

"I am," I replied coolly.

The man nodded. "Well, my name is George. I will be your driver tonight, so I hope I don't disappoint," he chuckled.

I smiled. "I highly doubt that will be possible." The man chuckled again, then walked over and opened the door, motioning for us to get in. I let the others go first, then before I got in, I smiled at the chauffeur. "Thanks for this, we owe you one," I said, compelling him. "And don't tell anyone about anything you hear or see." His eyes dilated a bit, before he nodded. I smiled, climbing in and sitting next to Robin. "You're gonna think I'm crazy," I started, "but I have a plan to get Charlie to surrender."

"And your plan is...?" Cyborg asked.

I grinned. "Charlie is completely terrified of me. Or least he should be... But I could stalk him all night. He'll think he's going crazy, and then he'll go to prison willingly," I smirked.

"What did you do to him?" Beastboy asked.

I shrugged. "He asked me dance, and after a while he offered to walk me home. After we were far enough away from people, I drank and left him for dead," I explained, my eyes glazing over. "But I guess he survived, and is now a crazy maniac."

"No killing," Robin said sternly, then looked back up at the chauffeur, panicked.

I rolled my eyes. "Relax, he's not going to tell anyone about anything he sees or hears. Right, George?" I said, smiling at the man.

"Correct, Miss Krys," he smiled back.

"And how do you know he won't say anything?" Robin asked, looking annoyed.

"Because," I said, exasperated, "I compelled him. And unless he's been drinking vervain, or is wearing any, he's completely under my control."

"So the vervain stuff is real?" Raven asked. "What else is true?"

I laughed. "You're a fan of The Vampire Diaries?" I asked. She nodded, smiling. "Well, the vervain thing is true. So is the wooden stake, and sunlight thing," I explained. "But things like garlic, and a werewolf's bite is fake."

She and Beastboys eyes bulged. "What do you mean a werewolf's bite isn't poisonous?!" They exclaimed. I chuckled.

"We had to add some lies to the mix. We can't just go around spilling all our secrets."

"But there are such thing as werewolves?" Raven asked. I nodded.

"One of my best friends is a werewolf. So is my ex."

"You dated a dog?" Robin snickered.

I glared. "Yes, I did. Do you have a problem with that?"

"No, no," he said, looking out the window. "It's none of my business what kind of animals you dated."

"I'll have you know, Cape Boy, that when we met, I was in a sticky situation, and he helped me out of it. And when he offered my family and I a safe life, I couldn't help but think he was sweet. So of course I would date him," I huffed. "It's better than dating a human, who can't defend themselves."

He glared. "Defend myself? I'm the leader of the Teen Titans. I was Batman's sidekick for years. I'm a master at all martial arts. Now you tell me that I can't defend myself."

I rolled my eyes. "In a fight against me, you'd have no chance," I taunted.

"Fine. As soon as we get back, you and I will fight," Robin declared.

I laughed. "Your on, Cape Boy."

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We pulled up in front of a big white building. It had stairs leading up to the wide double doors, and people milled about everywhere. I smiled looking out the window, and in a second, George was there to open the door.

I stepped out, straining my ears to listen in on the people around me. To my left, I could hear a group of people talking about how they had to have tickets to get in. I cursed, turning to the Titans. "I hope you have tickets," I said.

Robin shook his head. "No, why?"

"Because otherwise we can't get in," I explained. He looked shocked, and I rolled my eyes. "Just follow me. I can get us in." I walked up the stairs, not even paying attention to the guy who was checking for tickets.

For a split second, I thought he would let us pass, but then his arm shot out, stopping me in my path.

"Tickets please," he said gruffly. I turned, and saw that he was about six feet tall, and really buff. He looked like he had a little bit of Chinese in him also. I smiled sweetly him, and nodded.

"Of course! How could I forget?" I asked myself, going through my small clutch that I had thought to bring at the last minute. I pretended to go through my clutch for a few minutes, then gasped. "Oh, my goodness!" I squealed, letting my accent come out thick. "I forgot them on the table! Now what are we supposed to do?" I said, feigning panic and facing the others.

The guard hesitated, looking at me. "Well... I'm sorry miss, but I'm not allowed to let you in without a ticket. I batted my eyelashes at him, pouting. "But sir, we all live too far away. And our ride already left. Please," I said, compelling him, "can you let us in? We promise to keep it a secret." His pupils dilated, and after a second he nodded.

"Alright. But keep this a secret, you understand?" I smiled and nodded. "Oh, thank you!" I exclaimed, and skipped into the giant building, the Titans right behind me.

"What did you do to him?" Robin asked me, when we were far away from the door.

I shrugged. "I compelled him. As long as a person isn't drinking or wearing vervain, I can make them do anything I want."

"Wicked." Beastboy grinned, looking at me.

I smiled. "Let's just hope that Charlie isn't paranoid, and doesn't have everyone here wearing vervain," I told them. "That would be bad."

We entered the ballroom, and I faltered in my step. "What's wrong?" Cyborg asked, looking around.

I shook my head. "It's an exact replica of the one held all those years ago," I breathed. "The only difference is the entertainment."

"Come on," Robin said, holding out his arm. "We should find a seat." I nodded, looping my arm with his, and he lead the way down the stairs.

I looked over the room, memorizing everything. There was a huge dance floor in the middle of the room, and couples were already waltzing. To the side, Charlie had placed round tables that seated six. The tables were far enough away that there was a bit too much room to dance, but there was plenty of space so people could easily maneuver their way around the tables. On the ceiling, there were many chandeliers, all surrounding a massive one. It had all kinds of jewels, including the usual crystals, and even some rubies, sapphires, and emeralds.

Looking around, I noticed that all the guest were either upper teens, or early twenties. And all of them were waltzing.

"I thought the teens of this century didn't know anything but dirty dancing and the dougie," I muttered, furrowing my brow.

Robin looked around, and I saw him squint in concentration. "Maybe it's a selective group of people?" He didn't sound sure, but I shrugged.

"Perhaps. But even in his last ball, in England all those years ago, the children were of royal blood and still didn't waltz like this," I said. Everyone began clapping politely when the orchestra finished their song. I glanced up at the stage, and studied the conductor. He was short, with a big belly, and thinning hair. His eyes were small, black, and beady. He had a smirk on his face, and I instantly didn't like him. For a second, I thought he caught me looking at him, but he turned away before I could tell for sure.

Robin led me over to an empty table, and the others followed. The boys all held out chairs, and us girls sat down. An older man came by with a tray, holding refreshments. "Would you like anything?" He asked. I pursed my lips, studying him.

"Do you have scotch?" I asked, compelling him.

"I'm sorry dear, but you look a little underage," he chuckled. My eyes flitted down to his name tag, which had a small flower attached.

Vervain.

I held my head up high, looking him in the eye. "Water then."

It came out more rude than I had planned, but the man only nodded before taking the others' orders, and leaving.

"Scotch?" Beastboy asked.

Raven nodded. "It's supposed to help with the thirst cravings, right?" She asked me.

I smiled. "You're the biggest fan of Vampire Diaries I've ever met," I teased. She blushed, and I chuckled. "But yes, alcohol does help with the cravings. And since vampires don't get drunk easily, it doesn't bother me."

"Why didn't you just compel the guy to get you a drink then?" Cyborg asked. "Like you did with the guard?"

I shrugged. "I tried. But Charlie has the servants wearing vervain. I can't compel them."

The orchestra started up again, and couples all over made their way to the dance floor. A minute later, the servant man came back with our drinks. He walked away, and I took a small sip. My mouth started to burn, and I coughed like I was choking.

"Are you okay?" Starfire asked next to me, looking panicked.

I nodded, pushing the glass far away from me. "Charlie is more paranoid than I thought," I explained. I took Robins soda and sniffed it. I recoiled from the smell, setting his glass back down. "He has the chefs slipping vervain in all the drinks." Robin picked up his glass, smelling it also.

"How can you tell?" He asked. I rolled my eyes, although I'm not sure he noticed.

"Because it burned my mouth. And after being around a couple hundred years, you learn how to point it out."

He muttered something about girls, and the table fell silent. We listened to the music for a few minutes, and after a while Beastboy stood abruptly. "I think we should dance," he said, reaching for Ravens hand. She looked startled, but gladly took his hand. Together they walked to the middle of the floor, and began to waltz.

"Who knew Tofu Boy could dance," Cyborg chuckled.

My forehead creased, watching them dance. "I didn't know they knew the waltz."

"The waltz..." Starfire murmured. "Come Cyborg," she said gleefully. "Let us dance the waltz." She dragged him onto the floor, and began to dance. At first Cyborg looked a little confused, but after a while, he began to dance as if he had been his whole life.

"Robin?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"Do you notice anything... odd... about this?"

He nodded. "Beastboy's the biggest klutz I know, and Raven would never do something like this. Starfire doesn't know any earth dances, and Cyborg has never done anything like this, as far as I know."

I pursed my lips. "Charlie always had a way with music..." I muttered.

Robin nodded. "I had a feeling something bad would happen. And the last few times we fought him, I almost went deaf," he explained. "So I wore these." He pulled a small earbud from his ear. Unless you were really looking for it, you would've completely missed it.

A short laugh escaped me. "You are not what I expected, Robin," I complimented. He smirked, looking around. "Have you noticed that we're the only ones not dancing?"

Startled, I looked around. "I think... That the music has some kind of magic. It's like compelling the humans to dance," I thought aloud.

Robin nodded. "And it probably looks suspicious that we aren't dancing." He stood, and offered his hand. "May I have this dance?"

I smiled. "I will warn you, that I have been dancing the waltz since it was created... Almost."

Robin chuckled. "Well, back in Gotham, I did attend some balls. I can dance." I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Oh really?" I asked. He sighed, leading the way to the dance floor. I felt his right hand on my waist, as his left hand held onto my right. I placed my left hand on his shoulder, and grinned as we started to dance.

We danced a few songs in silence before Robin spoke. "We should probably think of a plan on how to take these people out of this trance and capture Punk Rocker."

I nodded. "The charm is in the music. If we stop the music, we should stop the spell."

Robin nodded. "Alright. So, here's the plan..."