A/N: Ok so I have been MIA for like two years lol Yea, it is what it is but college is complete and I finally have time to get back to what I love. So excited to rejoin the FF group. Here goes hoping that I still have what it takes. Dont forget to review. I need the inspiration guys!

Chapter Four: History always repeats itself

Darkness. It was all that encompassed me as of now. I let my eyelids remain shut, the reality being that once the high and adrenaline of my recent actions died out... I would hate myself. Blood. I could smell it. I craved it so intensely that I had resorted to a horrid version of myself. I couldn't end the constant reel of flashbacks to my actions. They played across my vision without control. I had so much hate in my heart after seeing Jason. After he confirmed any love we once had was no more... I was a gonner. I hadn't fed for so long, Dick Grayson being the reason to stall my usual routine. I couldn't help myself. I was drowning in my own pity. Desire and hunger had gripped me so tightly that I could feel my human side ebbing away. I was hurt, confused, and more importantly... I was terrified. What did all this mean? Who the hell was Dick Grayson really? Why had his name been dragged through conversations from my world? What did he know? Dammit! My mind didn't know which piece of information to digest first. Gar? Jason? Richard? Komi? ... Fuck, even new events provided mystery in the supernatural stalker that invaded my life now and again. What the hell was she doing showing herself while I had been captured? Why risk exposing herself simply to threaten me to stay away from Richard? Here I thought I was finally getting a firm grasp on what it meant to be apart of this world. Clearly... and 100% mistaken. It was as if everyone around me knew more about even me than I did.

No! Before I could registered order in anything happening around me or what any of it meant, I couldn't open my eyes. I knew better than to allow myself to open them. I knew if I did it would all slowly start crashing down around me. I didn't want to see reality. It would burn too bright; give light to the incessant human emotion that most would refer to as guilt. I couldn't stomach that just yet. No, I had done what I had done and there was no taking it back. All I could do was enjoy the high as long as it lasted. My emotions would swirl out of control soon and I needed to hide. I wanted to hide forever. As it were, the stench of death hung all around me and I was very close to peaking. It's disturbing to think of the satisfaction I would have at my 'art'. I called it art when I was like this. In reality, some would refer to it as a massacer. But right now, it was simply my own version of beautiful art. I was a fan of the color red. Not my choice, but I tasted red on my tongue even now. Such a pretty and satisfying color.

My senses were in overdrive and I found the dulling adrenaline creeping. Damn, so much for riding this wave as long as I could. It seems while everyone around me was betraying me, even my body was abandoning my desires to shut the world out. It started with a shift in the wind. The night air carried a small cry to me and my eyes snapped open instantly. The sight before me was of my own doing and yet I was still able to bask in the fun I had had while commiting this massacer.

Bodies, at least eight. THey were all scattered around me. I smiled, each death replaying in my head, starting to revive small spikes in my high off blood. I began hopping left to right, dodging the scene of bodies before me. And that's when it happened. A mirror. It stood just at the end of the room I had broked into. My relfection was one of a monster. I could never do mirrors while I was like this. It always brought me back to my more humane side. I stared longingly at my relfection with sadness prickling at my heart but I couldn't look away. It was my eyes, they stared back at me as 'me', the real me. The me that would never have done what I was just enjoying memories about. However, with sadness and regret comes other emotions as well, ones that had far more power in dictating my actions. Emotions like anger, rage, vengefulness.

There was a spark in my eye that altered from sad to... something else, something darker. It was too simple to define as anger. No, I was pissed. After everything that had happened within the past twenty-four hours seemed entirely out of control. I put a hand to my forehead, eyes glancing back to the innocent lives I had just served up to the reaper. No, this wasn't me. But hey, again I can't change it, and I was too mad to acknowledge it anytime soon.

My theory... If no one was going to be strait with me, to give me the answeres I needed instead of sending me in circles compiled with secrets meant to confuse me at every turn... fine. I was going to do this my way. I was going to probably make it worse, I knew that. Right now though, I could go for a little chaos. I'd willingly invite myself into the unknown. Fuck, as it were... I didn't exactly have anything to fight for, nothing to lose. Screw immortality. And before I knew it I was standing outside the same bar I had met Dick Grayson in. I smiled in anticipation. Oh, let the lambs screem, I was passed trying to silence them. If Dick Grayson was labeled taboo to everyone, than I was going to play with fire.

I walked right into the bar and found him instantly. I wasn't playing coy any longer. Nope. I walked right up to him, he had noticed me the second I swung that creaking entrance door open. He had that look about him. The omnipotent one. As if he knew I would find my way back to him without being able to help myself. In his eyes I was probably this helpless damsel that couldn't fight my urges against him, and sure this was technically right, but this time around I was pissed and even more dangerously... I was curious.

I placed a hand at my hip and came to a halt, a flirtacious smile smeared across my face. I may have washed all the blood away, but I still felt where it once coated my skin and it sent shivers dowm my spine. "Mr. Grayson."

He stood immediately and looked me up and down. "I thought I was going to have to spend my nights in this shitty bar for days before you finally gave in and returned to me."

His smile shook me. Holy mother of... damn, this guy was intoxicating. His smile was far too tantalizing for me to ignore, which I knew. Focus. Come on, focus! Did I want to be with him again? Sure, I wanted nothing more, but I was still enjoying the high from my last feed that still hadn't died fully and that could only mean that my ability to focus needed to last even after the high was gone. With nothing left to live for, answers were what I needed. I wanted nothing aside from the satisfaction of Jason suffering. A thought rushed through me and I laughed to myself. Richard took it as nothing but a resonse to his words but no, I was contemplating whether or not all these people who kept tabs on me were here? Or not here, but close. Could they hear what I was saying to Richard? Was it infuriating them?

I smiled at Richard and brought my hands around his neck with a soft kiss to which he did not hesitate to reciprocate. "Why don't you grab me a drink. I'm starting to be far too interested in who Dick Grayson really is." His smurk surfaced, thinking me whim to his charm. Which, lets be honest, of course I was but I had more on my mind than sex. Sex was going to happen either way. The goal was to prolong it, no matter how much I was looking forward to it, and focus on my task at hand.

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I could sense him a mile away. With each second that passed, Richard continuing in conversation, answering the casual conversation questions I tossed at him, I couldn't ignore his approach. He was close, close enough to know I was aware of him.

"I'll get this round," I smiled flirtaciously at Richard.

He paused from his conversation and eyed me carefuly. "A woman never lifts a finger while in my presence."

A cute smile surfaced from him as he tried to stand, an act that came to a stop and I placed a hand on his arm. "No." I laughed as I stood now. "As much as I appreciate the chivalry... I'm not that type of girl."

I smiled as he allowed me to stand and approach the bar, his eyes never leaving mine. It was quite the task to ignore the hormones he thrust upon me with even a simple unwavering stare as I stepped to the bar signaling the bartender.

I was becoming nervous at the intentions of one of my many stalkers. I looked out the window to my right and there he stood at the curb of the sidewalk across from the bar. He was watching me and yea he promised to find me but I in no way had even the slightest clue as to what he was capable of in this moment.

"What do you want, Gar?" I whispered to myself. "I'm a little busy."

By the lack of response from him I sighed to myself, clearly annoyed. He wasn't a vampire so of course he couldn't hear anything I was saying. I stared over at him again and shrugged. What the hell did he want?

"I told you to stay away from him," Was his calm response. I rolled my eyes. He was waisting his time. I didn't have a care in the world that couldn't be defined as anything other than revenge.

In this moment I was thankful for the slow service from the bartender. It gave me more time to try to decipher what Gar was trying to tell me.

He spouted off an address and finsihed with, "I'll meet you there. I wont wait longer than an hour so ditch the death sentence you seem to want and we can talk." I could sense the anger in him as I laughed and shook my head, looking down at the bar counter. "I'll... I'll tell you everything you want to know about Dick Grayson." That caught my attention. "Just trust me. I know you feel like you can't but please. If our friendship meant anything to you at all... come."

I Inhaled deeply, finally retrieving my drinks and returning to an eager Dick Grayson.

"So?" Was Richard's first question upon my return.

My mind flashed blank. Clearing my throat and trying my best to focus and tune out the aggravated steps from Gar as he receded further, I crooked my head to the side curiously. "So...?"

Richard rolled his eyes in a sweet display of impatience. Leaning in toward me, he ran his thumb across the back of my hand in a taunting carress, his voice smooth as silk and as tempting as anything I had ever been exposed to. Shit, I wanted more than anything than to ignore Gar and appease every desire RIchard was sure to thrust upon me should I allow it.

"What are your opinions on breakfast in bed?"

His question threw me off but I knew what he was implying. God, this man was going to be the death of me. Trust me, from what everyone had told me... my chance at playing with fire would surely end me. But with his smile and the way he looked at me, his scent, his... well, everything... he could have me.

I bit at my lower lip seductively, the lie I was about to tell fell from my lips without hesitation and this was something human me could never get away with. "This..." I smiled and tucked a stray hair behind my ear, giving my all to avoid his steel blue gaze. "What ever it is that we're doing..." I laughed as he leaned back in his seat amused. "Tonight, this was me asserting my interest." I stood forcing myself to look down at him. I had to have one last glance and prayed it wouldn't be my undoing because he was danger to my self control. "You asked me when you would see me again and here I am." I backed away slowly. "I'm busy tonight but don't misinterpret my intentions." My smile grew in a taunting manner to which his smirk surfaced. My hand met the handle of the exit door. "Tomorrow I'm all yours."

I blew him a kiss and walked out of the bar regretting every step.

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"This apartment reeks," I stated bluntly as I entered Gar's place. It was a mess and yet there was an underlined scent I couldn't escape.

He looked at me with concern and mildly dulling anger. "I'm glad you came."

I laughed. "To be honest I wasn't sure how foolish your intentions would go." I was annoyed. My skin was craving Richard's touch and the fact I had to personally ignore this fact to appease Gar... yea, I was aggravated. "Get to the point." I rolled my eyes as Gar causally sat across from me in a chair. "Why am I here?"

He ran a hand through his greasy hair and sighed. From the hesitation in his demeanor I could tell he wanted to tell me nothing other than to just trust him. Ha! Trust him? No thank you, as it were I trusted no one any longer.

"Speak!" I shouted, my patience thinning.

Gar rolled his eyes. "It isn't as simple as just telling you what I know. If I don't present it right than I know you're not going to listen."

Annoying as hell this kid became. "Cut the shit. I could be having amazing sex with 'Mr. Taboo' if not for you so spill. I'm growing weary of your request to trust you. Shit, I don't even know you anymore." When he hesitated further I growled in annoyance. "Dick Grayson! What do you know? Cuz if this is a waste of time..."

"NO!" He shouted as I attempted to stand and make my way out his front door. I paused as he cursed beneath his breath. "He's... he's..." His caring eyes, eyes that I once found comfort in, sought understanding in me but I refused. I could see his hope falter. "Dick Grayson is apart of the Wayne family but he is a Grayson bottom line." Ok who cares? "His family, as well as the Wayne's are apart of this..."

"Coven?" I inquired, recalling what I had learned earlier from my mysterious hooded figure.

"Well, that's what they call themselves but there's no witchery involved." He replied.

"Ok." I was growing impaitent.

"They're hunters. They go back thousands of years."

I rolled my eyes. "Cool story." I tightened my jacket around my torso and headed for the door.

"Stop!" He said, placing a firm hand upon the door as I tried to leave. I looked to him with fangs petruding. "I don't care how silly it sounds. There's this whole bullshit prophecy that..."

That was it. Prophecy? Yea, no I'm done.

"Bye, Gar. You really never know when to be serious do you?"

My laughter was cut short as his own fangs asserted themselves. What was more surprising was his ability to outstrength me. I did my best to force the door open but it wouldn't budge, again ringing in the question of what the hell my closest friend really was.

"Let me go," I said somewhat unsure.

"Shut up and listen!"

I don't know what made me oblige but my instincts were completely submissive. "Go on then."

"I said there was no magic involved with either family as of now but it wasn't always so." Ok, fine I was listening. Please for the love of God be brief. He shrugged. "It was apparently forever ago but, a Grayson and an Anders fell in love."

"How touching," I said sarcastically.

Gar rolled his eyes impatiently. He understood how ridiculous he sounded and was hating every second of it. "When it was clear to Anna..."

"Who the fuck is Anna?" I interjected.

"Oh, uh... she was the Grayson ancestor's initial lover. She was a vampire and when betrayed she turned Grayson's mistress."

He paused so I tossed my hands at my sides impatiently. "And...?"

"And with this betrayal of his love came a curse." Ok that sounded like vampirism. It was a curse on its own. "Look, I don't have all the answers but all I know is that the Grayson family line are all hunters, same with the Wayne's. They're hunters because they vowed to end vampirism beause of the loss of his mistress."

"Awesome for them." I droned.

"But what is taken must be replaced." Ok this sparked her interest now. What did that mean? Gar sighed. "The Ander's family line was given immunity to vampirism."

That was hard to believe. "So... what you're saying is that they can't be turned?" I laughed, pointing at myself. "Hello, I'm a vampire!"

"No, as in, their blood, if consumed, will guard against compeltion."

That was intersintng. "Ok, but again, "I rolled my eyes. "Let's pretend I believe you... what the hell does that have to do with me and Richard. He obviously doesn't know I'm a vampire or else I'd be dead."

"Love." was his pathetic response.

"Love?"

"He's blinded by love. I'm sure when youre around him you have control over what you are with no actual reason as to why?"

I rolled my eyes again. "What's the point Gar. Im growing weary of this conversation."

"Just... stay away from him. Neither of you can control this invisible pull toward one another and it never ends well." He sighed. "History continues to repeat itself. He will kill you."

I hesitated, curious now. "What happened to the mistress? And Anna, the vampire who turned the mistress?"

Gar swalloed hard, not wanting to admit. "He killed them. Both of them. They died at their lovers hand causing an uproar in the family business and creating hunters. Trust me when I say to stay away from him. Please. I know we haven't seen each other in forever but..."

"What are you?"

My question threw him off, but he ended the conversation with... "Another time."

FIne, I said to myself. Even if I believed all this bullshit, I no longer cared about my fate. I was about to make a big mistake, one that would ripple into chaos. To be honest... it excited me. Straddling the possibility of danger was a new high on its own. So... tomorrow... I'd find Grayson. I'd make him invite me into his world. I wanted him to trust me, to let me know him if only so I could learn the truth. And as angry as I was feeling... maybe I'd take a page from this ridiculous ancestor Anna and maybe I'd just kill Dick Grayson, either that or I'll die trying. Like Gar said... History does keep repeating itself.