It had been three days. I could be in Kansas by now, but the Titans were refusing to let me leave. I could be gone. In another state. Heck, a different country.

Beastboy and Raven have everyone watching The Vampire Diaries, to 'search for clues'.

I hadn't fed since the night we all first met, and it was beginning to take its toll in me. I was much weaker, and my senses were dull. However, I hadn't mentioned anything to Robin. I can fend for myself, I don't need donated blood.

Suddenly, someone was banging on my door for the second time today. "We found it!" Beastboy yelled, still knocking. "We really got it this time!"

I groaned. "You 'really got it' the past two times!" I shouted back.

"Please!" he called.

I trudge over, and opened the door. "I swear, this is your last chance. If this ring doesn't work, I'm done. Got it?"

"We got it," Robin said, coming down the hall.

He held out a ring, with a silver band, and had little diamonds surrounding a square emerald. It used to be my mothers ring, a long time ago.

I followed the two boys to the main room, where the others were waiting, with hopeful looks. I stuck my hand out, and Robin placed the ring in my hand. I stuck it on my finger, and glanced over to make sure that I would have an easy escape when the ring didn't work.

"Alright," I said, "I'm ready." I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain, but nothing happened. "Cyborg, I said I was ready."

I was getting impatient. If they didn't hurry this up, I would walk out now.

"Krystalyn," Raven said. "It worked."

I slowly opened my eyes, and noticed the sun shining through the windows. My eyes widened as I soaked in the light. It was so much warmer than I remembered, and so much brighter. I walked to the windows, my eyes on the horizon, where the sun was beginning to set.

My eyes watered, and I turned around to face the Titans. "Thank you," I said. "So much."

Beastboy grinned. "So you'll stay? You'll be a Titan?" he asked hopefully.

I laughed, and a tear slid down my cheek. "Yes, I'll stay. It's the least I can do," I cried, nodding.

"Friend, why are you crying?" Starfire asked. "I thought you would be happy."

I smiled, and gave her a bone crushing hug, forgetting about my strength. Luckily, it didn't affect her, because of her alien strength. "I am happy, Star," I said. "I'm the happiest vampire alive- er, dead." I laughed at myself, going around, and giving everyone else a hug, too. "But, I really do have to warn you," I said. "My old group, the Fangs, they're after me. And if they come here, we're all dead."

"Krystalyn, we took you down pretty easily," Robin reminded me, smirking. "I'm pretty sure we can handle a few more vampires."

I shook my head. "It's a little more than a few vampires, Robin," I said. "It's a gang. When I was with them, there were about ten werewolves, and five vampires."

"That... could be a problem," Raven muttered.

"You're our friend now, Krystalyn," Robin said, putting his hand on my shoulder. "And we'll do anything to make sure our friends are safe."

I smiled. "Thank you. All of you."

"Hey, no problem, Blondie," Cyborg said, putting his arm around me "So, what do you want to do? Now that you got a fancy ring, you can enjoy the sun... at least until it goes down."

I chuckled, and looked out the windows. "Can we just watch the sunset?" I asked, stepping closer to the window.

"One sunset, coming up!" Beastboy shouted, grabbing my arm, and pulling me down the hall, until we got to a set of stairs. "After you, my lady." Beastboy gave me a mock bow, and I giggled.

"Why thank you, kind sir," I said, curtsying, then making my way up the steps. At the top, there was a door, and when I opened it, I recoiled back from the sunlight, still slightly fearful. I stepped outside, and smiled, finally able to see the sun for the first time in over three hundred years.

It was beautiful. The sun was just beginning to touch the water in the distance, and several colors danced on the sea. The sky was a light orange, and the water had a pinkish hue. The bright, yellow rays expanded over the sky, and a cool breeze washed over me. The sun was warm on my cold, undead skin, and I closed my eyes. I began to twirl, and I threw my head back, my arms outstretched. I heard the others laughing softly behind me, but I didn't care. I could walk in the sun, and enjoy it's warmth. I no longer had to hide in the day, or walk at night.

Nothing could ruin this moment. Nothing.

I opened my eyes, as I realized something, then turned to the others. "You know what?" I asked, grinning ear to ear.

They were all still smiling, and trying to hide their laughter, but Robin was the only one able to make words. "What?" he asked.

"The Fangs don't have daylight rings," I sang, spinning again. "I don't have to worry about them attacking me in the day! I feel... almost free." I ran over to them, and pulled them all into a group hug, and didn't let go until they all turned blue.

When they got their breath back, Cyborg got a questioning look on his face. "That's one problem down," he said, "but what about your, ah, diet?"

I blinked. Of course. How could I forget such an important detail?

"I've been talking to the doctors at the hospital in the city," Robin said. "They said they could spare some blood bags for you."

I smiled. "Thanks," I said. "But could we please get some scotch, or wine, or something?"

Robin sighed. "That would be very hard to get, Krystalyn," he said. "We're all underage."

"I'm not!" I declared. "I'm over three hundred."

"Well, you look like you're fifteen," Robin said, smirking.

"Technically, I'm frozen at sixteen for the rest of eternity," I said.

Beastboy choked on air, spluttering and gasping for breath. Cyborg slapped him the back, and Beastboy slowly started to calm down. "But, but...," the little green guy trailed off, then started over. "But other things are fake, and I thought was just a myth, too."

I shook my head sadly. "No. That part is true."

"But... in the show, there's a cure!" Beastboy exclaimed. "Maybe we can figure that out, too."

I laughed. "Green Bean, you're thinking way ahead. Eleanor and William - er, Elena and Stephen - never found the cure. No one even thinks it exists. It's probably just something that the Hunters made up to lure in vampires," I said. "But believe me, if there was a way to reverse this curse, I would do it. But, it'd be just like bringing a human back to life. I'm already dead."

Robin had a thoughtful look on his face. "But what if?" he asked. "What if there is a cure?"

"But there isn't," I said. "And you will not waste time researching a myth."

Robin shared a look with the others, but nodded. "Alright. But only because we kind of forced you to stay here in the first place."

I smiled. "Good. Now, let's enjoy this sunset."

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He looked over the cliff, sniffing the air.

Her scent was gone. They had tracked her all the way to northern Canada, but the trail suddenly ended. She could have jumped into the water, but that was highly unlikely. Krystalyn was raised hundreds of years ago, and still clung to her old life in as many ways as possible. She would never do something like swim, unless forced to.

He just didn't understand. He had eyes and ears everywhere in the word. He had friends of every being, supernatural, and natural. He should have found her by now. Heck, he should have found her three years ago, when she first slipped away, but Krys was smart, even for a lady raised in the 1600's. Unlike most women from that time, she actually used her brain.

It used to be good, back when she was a Fang. But now, it was just bad news. Just when he thought he had her, she would pull a stunt, and be gone again. If he didn't find her soon, he would surely go berserk, and murder more than just one of his fellow gang members, like last time.

"Jeremy," a voice said, and the man on the cliff side turned.

"Yes, Claire?" he asked, visibly unpleased by the interruption of his thoughts.

They girl was young, and small. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the moonlight, as the vampire skin usually did. Her blonde hair fell in waves, framing her heart shaped face. Her eyes were green, not at all like her sister's.

Jeremy hated Claire. Yes, she was sweet, and charming, and had the gift of controlling the thoughts of others, including vampires and werewolves, but she just reminded Jeremy of Krys.

"Sir," the young girl said, "the warlock, Rodrick, has sent word. He has seen Krystalyn, but refuses to say where."

"How come you have not taken care of it yet?" Jeremy growled.

The girl whimpered, slightly stepping back. Yes, vampires were stronger, and just a split second faster, but Jeremy was terrifying. Never, would she ever even attempt to get on his bad side. "Sir, I tried, but Alicia wouldn't give me the phone so I could speak with him."

The man's eyes darkened as his canine teeth began to grow. If anyone were to die soon, it would be Alicia. She was always causing trouble, and had threatened to challenge him for Alpha numerous times. Yes, she would have to go. And soon, before she gained followers.

"I will deal with Alicia," Jeremy said, turning back to face the horizon. "Fetch me the witch. I must have a word with her. In private." An evil smile crept to his face, highlighting a scar just above his nose. "We have important matters to discuss about you vampires."

Claire gulped, unsure of the meaning of his words. "Yes sir," she said, slightly bowing, then bolting away.

She missed her sister. When she had been there, she kept Jeremy in check. She didn't let him boss everyone around.

Oh Krys, she thought, why did you leave me here?

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Okay! I hope you liked it! Writing this last part was different for me.. and a little creepy. But I wanted you to meet the Fangs-at least a little bit. See, not all of them are bad. At least Clair isn't...

But they have a witch... DUN DUN DUNNNN.

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