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Night Fall	By : sirensoundwave Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Young Justice Views: 2654 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: If I owned Young Justice and DC comics didn't, this would be it's own Elseworlds-esque comic storyline. But I don't, they do, so it ain't...and I won't make a penny offa this...TT_TT

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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.
**Forgive me father, for I am sin...**

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 he was 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.” This time 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 know you 'love' the other capes but look forward to you accepting what you are, then the show can really start. I hold no real attachment to the Light. When those fucktards cease to amuse me, I'll just drain them dry. Listen to those urges, we’re born knowing much of our own ability. ” He snapped two fingers 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?*
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. Sirensoundwave out.
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