"Beastboy!" I screamed, running through the kitchen, searching for the little green munchkin. I heard a gasp, and turned swiftly to see my target duck behind Cyborg, who was looking at us confusedly.

"What did he do this time?" Cy asked, stepping out of my way to give me a clear shot.

I ignored his question, all my focus on Beastboy. "I will give you two seconds," I said, "to hand it over before I destroy every video game in this tower."

Cyborg and Robin both stepped in front of me, panic on their faces. "Isn't that a little... harsh?" Robin asked.

"The hospital said that I only get four blood bags a month. I haven't fed since the night we first met," I growled. "If that green bean wants to live another day, I suggest he gives. It. Back."

"I told you I would, after you promised to not drink it in front of me," Beastboy defended.

"You were in my room!" I shouted. "I warned you I was going to drink it, and you didn't listen!"

"How did B even take it from you in the first place?" Cyborg asked, and I stuck out my tongue.

"Wait," Robin said, holding up his hands. "You haven't eaten since the night we met? Krystalyn, that was a week ago."

"I have a small ration, I gotta save it," I mumbled. "Maybe, if you had gotten the alcohol like I asked, this wouldn't be happening."

Robin sighed. "We told you that we weren't sure we could get it, considering we're all underage."

I sighed. "Maybe you should let me get it," I said. "I could easily compel them into thinking that I'm legal."

"Krystalyn," Raven sighed, coming into the room. "We're heroes. We're suppose to be model citizens, not going out and buying liquor."

I huffed, and crossed my arms. "Fine. Now Beastboy, I mean it, give me the blood bag, before I drink you."

He gulped, and handed it over. I smirked, and grabbed a straw from the kitchen, and walking back upstairs.

"I suggest you don't get on her bad side," I heard him whisper, and the others chuckled. I just rolled my eyes, poking the straw through the bag, and taking a long drink.

Mm. B Positive.

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Sirens in the tower started to blare, and I dashed out of my room to see what was going on. The others were crowded around the computer, and I stood next to them. "What's up?" I asked.

"Slade," Robin growled.

"I'm sorry, I don't know who that is," I said. "I'm new, remember?"

He glared, and I held up my hands. "You don't like sarcasm, do you?" I asked.

He glared again, and Beastboy stifled a laugh. "Titans, GO!" Robin shouted, and we ran outside. Starfire grabbed Robin, and started to fly over the water, Beastboy grabbed Cyborg, turning into a pterodactyl, and Raven, too, began to levitate. I sighed, and began running over the water. I had to keep a constant speed, or I would trip on a wave or something: this, I knew from experience.

I followed the others into the city, still unsure of the layout. Starfire and Robin were in the lead, and led us to the bank, where several men - no, robots - were in the process of stealing jewels.

"This should be fun," I smirked.

"Titans, GO!" Robin shouted, and we all attacked. Because there were so many, we were all fighting about five guys each. Really, it was no problem. We all easily took down the robots, but for some reason, Robin saved one.

"Where's Slade?" he asked, glaring at the silent machine.

"He does know that's a robot, right?" I whispered to Cyborg, who shrugged.

"He does this every time," he whispered back. "Finding Slade is his top priority. He'll do just about anything to get him."

"Answer me!" Robin shouted at the robot. He removed the mask, and revealed a screen, with a masked man - or robot, I wasn't sure.

"Hello, Robin," the man said, and his voice sent shivers down my spine. "I heard you have a new teammate."

"Tell me where you are," Robin growled, and my eyes widened at his hostile tone.

"Patience, Robin." The man waved, sort of in a toodle-loo gesture, and was gone.

Robin took a deep breath, and slowly stood up. "Come on, let's get back to the tower," he said, walking out the door without looking back. "I have some research to do."

"What about the robots?" I asked. "You can't leave them here. Slade will be able to re-use them if he finds them again."

Robin paused. "Even if we do get rid of them, he'll just get more."

I started to say more, maybe even suggest that we dump the old machines in the sea, but Beastboy put his hand on my shoulder, shaking his head.

"It's best to let him be," he told me. "Every time we have a fight with some of Slade's minions, he disappears into his room for a few days."

"That's... vampiric," I sighed. "And unhealthy."

"That's how he deals with stuff," Raven said. "It's best to just leave him for a while."

I mashed my lips together, but nodded. "Fine."

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A couple days later, and Robin was still locked up in his room. Starfire tried to bring him down to eat a few times, but he always declined, saying he had too much work. However, at night, I often heard him go downstairs and just walk around a bit. I didn't bother trying to talk to him, because I knew that if he didn't even want to talk to Star, one of his closest friends, then he certainly wouldn't talk to me.

"How long does he do this?" I asked Cyborg, who was playing video games with B.

The half robot shrugged, not looking away from the racing game on the screen. "Hard to say. Some times, just a few days, but other times... it can be a while."

I huffed, sitting down. "I wish he would just snap out of it," I said.

"You and me both," B agreed.

I looked at the clock to see that it was ten at night. "It's late," I told them. "Everyone else is in bed... or least in their rooms." I thought about Robin, but shook my head. "We should go to bed."

"You can," Beastboy said, stifling a yawn, "I'm not tired."

I laughed at him, shaking my head. "In my day, the men would be resting up, preparing for a long day in the fields, or hunting."

"That was then," Cy smirked. "This is now, where teenagers stay up all night, do nothing, and stuff our faces."

I rolled my eyes at them. "Fine. I will stay up with you, and enjoy another blood bag."

Immediately, they jumped to their feet, turning off their game. "No, that's okay," Beastboy said hurriedly. "I'm suddenly really tired."

"Yea, me too," Cyborg rushed, and they both ran out of the room.

I chuckled at their retreating backs, and turned off the TV that they left on, in their rush to leave. Before I turned out the lights, a voice stopped me.

"Leave them on," Robin said, walking into the room. "I think I'll stay up a while."

"He lives," I observed, leaning against the wall. "I was getting worried."

He glared at me, but didn't say anything.

"Robin, you're obsessed. Why don't you take a break?" I suggested.

"I am," he snapped. "I'm out of my room, aren't I?"

"Leaving your room at night to eat doesn't count," I told him, glaring.

"Krystalyn, I don't expect you to understand," he sighed. "You don't understand how important it is for me to find this guy, and take him down."

"No, I don't," I agreed. "But I know what it feels like to be obsessed. Robin, it's not just hurting you, it's hurting your friends. They need you. They need their leader."

He whipped around to face me. "I don't need you to tell me how to run this team. I am being a leader! I'm trying to figure this guy out."

"Robin... I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to yell, or accuse you of anything, but..." I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. "Just take a break, okay?"

"I will, promise," he said, heating up some food. "But not right now, okay?"

I waited for Robin to take his food out of the microwave, and take a bite. I watched him chew, and smirked at the face he made. "What is this?" he asked.

"A mixture of B and Star's cooking. Tofu, and Tameranean."

He gagged, and threw the rest of the food in the trash.

"Raven, Cy and I went without eating tonight," I told him. "Come on. We're both hungry, and you need a break." I grabbed his hand, and pulled him towards the door.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"To get pizza or something," I said, tossing him his helmet.

"Krystalyn, no, I have work to do," he argued, but I shook my head, grabbing the extra helmet on the wall.

"You have to eat something, Robin," I scolded. "And it's either tofu alien food, or regular, Earth food."

He sighed, and put on his helmet, climbing onto his R Cycle. "Since when do vampires need head protection?" he teased, as I climbed on behind him.

"Like Raven said," I chuckled, "we're suppose to be model citizens."

He chuckled, and revved the engine. "Hang on," he said, and I slid my arms around his waist. "Ready?" he asked.

"Ready," I chirped, and we flew out of the garage, through the secret tunnel leading underwater, and to the city. In no time, we made it to the pizza place, which was surprisingly open.

I hopped off the motorcycle, smiling. "That," I said, staring down at it, "is nothing like a horse."

Robin laughed at me, holding open the door for me to go first. I thanked him, walking in, and we found a place to sit. "So what sounds good?" he asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know. I've never had pizza before."

"What do you mean you've never had pizza before?" Robin looked at me with disbelief, his eyes wide.

"I try to stick with my old ways as much as possible," I told him. "I'm used to the way things used to be, back in the 1600's. After the 1900's, things just haven't been the same."

He chuckled. "That's hard for me to wrap my head around," he sighed. "Three hundred years? Almost four hundred? Wouldn't you get tired, or bored?"

I smiled. "Not really. They world is always changing, and people are always inventing new things. You may not notice it, but even within the past few years, so many trends have started and ended, and so many things are being invented-even if most of them are useless." I laughed at myself. "I remember when the car was invented. That was something I would like to see again."

Robin smiled at me. "That would be cool, I guess, to watch the world transform."

"It's very cool, but scary at the same time," I told him. "When I was little, the way to travel was by a horse drawn cart, or walking."

A waitress came over to us, asking for our order. I let Robin choose, since I didn't have a clue on what to get.

"We'll just have a medium pepperoni," he told the lady.

"Anything to drink?" she asked, writing our order down.

"Water is fine," we both said at the same time.

The woman chuckled, tucking her pencil behind her ear. "It'll be out in a few minutes," she said, and walked away.

"Well, I've bored you to death already," I said. "Tell me about your life."

Robin shrugged. "There's not much to tell."

"Oh, please," I snorted, and quickly covered my mouth, laughing at myself.

Robin laughed too, and starting making fun of me, by snorting like a pig. I glared playfully, and lightly kicked his leg from under the table.

"Seriously, tell me," I begged. "You said that you used to be with Batman... What happened?"

"Nothing really happened," Robin said simply. "We just grew apart, I guess."

"And now you're the leader of a superhero team," I said. "When was the last time you talked to him?"

Robin shrugged. "We don't talk anymore."

I gave him a sad smile. "I'm sorry."

He smiled also. "I have a new team now, and new friends. I think I gained more by leaving."

I grinned as our pizza showed up. "Well then, that's a good thing."

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Okay! (Oh my goodness, I'm starting to sound like my English teacher....)

And, I just want to say something. My stories, are just that, stories. I refuse to call them books, because they aren't. They aren't published, and these fanfics never will, therefore, they are stories. One of my pet peeves is when someone is writing a fan fiction, and they call it a book. I don't know why it bothers me, but it does :/

Oh well, that's enough of my ranting! Thanks for reading!

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