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Once Bitten	By : SladinForever Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Robin/Slade Views: 3420 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 6
- 7
Disclaimer: See chapter 1
I hope you like the little twists and turns I used for how vampires were born and what happens when they're exposed to sunlight :D Enjoy!
SladinForever

After two long hours, Slade began to stir from his place on the ground, not far from the half destroyed jet. Blinking his eyes open, he looked up slightly and saw a pair of black sneakers with untied, black shoelaces not far from his face. Pushing up slightly, he lifted his unfocused gaze and saw a pair of holy, jean-clad legs. They suddenly bent and someone crouched in front of him with their head tilted. Slade looked up to see a young man's face. He was staring down at Slade in curiosity.
"You okay, mate?"
The young man had a heavy Australian accent, was almost completely pale rather than tan, had scraggly, curly red hair that hung in front of his forehead and around his ears, and wore a grey shirt to go with his jeans. Placing his hands on the ground, Slade clenched his eyes shut tight and began pushing himself up. The young man slowly stood up straight and then took a step back to let Slade up. He placed a hand to the back of his head, which was tender and sore, when he straightened. Inhaling, Slade carefully looked up at the man.
"Who are you?"
The man blinked. "I was gonna ask you that, mate. But, since you beat me to it, the name's Jack." Slade didn't give his name back. "You know, like Jack Frost, Jack the Ripper, Jack and the beanstalk, and the crazy ass pirate dude?" Slade blinked a few times. Jack cleared his throat. "So, your name is…?"
Slade eyed him suspiciously for a few seconds before lowering his hand from his head, which seemed to have healed. "You can call me Slade."
"Funny, you don't look like you come from a valley, mate," Jack said.
Slade's eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed as he looked quizzically at him. "What?"
Jack shook his head. "Never mind. Now, I saw your jet fall when I was at the village pub. How'd that happen? Lose control of your engines?"
Placing his right hand on his left shoulder, Slade started rotating it to loosen it up. "No, we were attacked."
"And who is "we", mate?"
Jerking out of his trance, Slade looked around frantically. Jack quirked an eyebrow at him. Slade soon looked back at him.
"Did you happen to see a black-haired teen around? The ones that attacked us were after him. I don't really remember what all happened before I blacked out."
Jack shook his head. "Afraid not, mate. But if he's not here, then the two that attacked you probably have him. Do you know their motives?"
Slade sighed. "No."
Jack placed his right hand to his chin in thought. "Well, guess there's not much you can do for him now." He lowered his hand. "How about you come back to the village with me? You look like you could use a drink."
Slade shook his head. "No, I'm going to find my mate. I mean Robin," he quickly corrected himself.
"Eh, that migh' not be a good idear, mate," Jack said. "Its almost sunrise. We should get going before the sun comes up and burns us to death."
Slade snorted. "I'm not worried about a bit of sunlight. Thanks for the help, but I have to find my— Robin! I need to find Robin!"
Turning around, Slade headed for his dismantled jet, to find some clues. Jack watched him go for a few seconds before following him. He stopped five feet away while Slade walked around the littered pieces of the jet and tried to remember what happened. Jack watched him in silence the whole time, looking puzzled whenever Slade muttered to himself. After ten minutes, he stepped forward in the villain's way. Slade glared at him when he had to stop abruptly.
"You always this uptight, mate?"
Already getting annoyed with just his presence, Slade lashed out, reaching to grab a strong hold of Jack's throat. His eyes widened in surprise when he vanished in thin air. Hearing something behind him, Slade spun around and tried a punch. Jack ducked and then tackled him to the ground. Straddling Slade's waist swiftly, he grabbed his wrists and then shoved them up by his head, holding them against the ground. Slade struggled to break free, but Jack's grip tightened in warning.
"You brat! Release me!"
Jack snorted. "Pfft, brat. In case you haven't noticed, mate, I'm far superior to your rank."
Slade stopped to stare up at him in confusion. "Rank? What are you talking about?"
Jack's brow furrowed as his lips pursed slightly and his eyebrows went up in the center ends. "Didn't your master teach you about the different ranks of vampires?"
Master? Vampires? Ranks? What did they matter? Slade quickly glared.
"How do you know I'm a vampire?"
Jack's expression was the same for just a few more seconds before the corners of his mouth went up in a small smile. It got wider and, eventually, he began to laugh. Slade was unamused. Not just because a young adolescent was laughing at him, but because he was still pinned and unable to break free from Jack's stone-like grip. His head was thrown all the way back as he laughed for several seconds.
"O-Ohmigod! Y-You poor sap! Doesn't even know vampires can sense other vampires! You crack me up mate!"
Anger was slowly getting the best of Slade. With a burst of new strength, he yanked his wrists free by throwing them to the sides and then slamming his open palm into Jack's sternum. His laugh caught in his chest, making him choke. The force of the palm smash managed to knock him off Slade, who jumped up the second he could by placing his hands behind his head and forcing himself to his feet. Jack landed partway on his back and side with a crash. Slade glared down at him, rubbing his aching wrists.
"Shut up already." Jack glared darkly at Slade out of the corner of his eye. Seeing it, Slade quickly got in a fighting stance. "I wouldn't try anything, if I were you. You won't like me when I'm pissed off."
Looking away, Jack pushed his hands into the ground and got to his feet. He quickly turned to Slade. "Just relax, mate. Even though I'm thousands of years older than you, I won't hurt ya. Now, I insist we return to the village. I will explain everything there."
Slade's body relaxed and he lowered his arms, but he kept his hands curled, just in case. "I don't have time for that. I have to find Robin."
"And we will! Tomorrow night," Jack said. "I'm actually a pretty good tracker. But I'm not gonna risk my life for yours or your mate's in the day time. You have my word that I will help you find him tomorrow night, right after the sun drops below the horizon. Deal?"
Slade continued to glare at him as he said, "Fine, deal."
Jack released a sigh of relief. "Alrighty then, the village is almost two hours away." Turning west, Jack headed away from the jet. "We should hurry up before the first sliver of light appears. Drinks on me too."
Gritting his teeth in annoyance, Slade followed after him, having a bad, sinking feeling in his stomach…

Robin's eyes clenched together hard before they slowly opened. Inhaling deep, he tried pulling his arms down to lift himself up when he heard something clank lightly together. That's when he felt something thick clamped to his wrists. Jerking his head up, Robin's eyes widened. His hands were shackled to a concrete wall by thick, black chains. Panic started to set in when he realized he was lying on a bed, imprisoned. Behind him, he heard a door creak open. Rolling over as much as he could, Robin saw his vamp-napper J close the door behind him after entering. Robin shoved his feet into the bed and moved further up the headboard, glaring.
"Stay away from me!"
J snorted as he stopped a few feet away. "You're in no position to demand things of me, brat. But if you shut up for a minute, I can explain why you are here." Robin didn't say anything. J waited half a minute before speaking again. "You were kidnapped because my master ordered my brother and I to do so. We were also given a specific task, though my brother, K, won't be a part of it due to his promise." J suddenly smirked deviously. "That just means all the more fun for me."
Robin's eyes widened. "Wha…What are you talking about?!"
J stepped towards him. "My master requires a sacrifice to fulfill his plans. And he chose you." He stopped near the foot of the bed. "But for his plan to work, your soul must be tainted." Robin was becoming more and more nervous each second. What did J mean tainted? Tainted how? "The best way to taint a soul is to take away the most precious thing in the universe to a person." Robin swallowed hard. J stepped a little closer, an evil look on his face. "Today is your lucky day, kid." J reached for his black belt. "Soon, you won't be so innocent anymore."
Finally understanding his cryptic message, Robin looked at the shackles and jerked on them to come out of the wall. When that didn't work, he tried to slip his hands free, but the cuffs were too tight. He tried to get in a better position, but his limited mobility made it difficult to get up on his knees. The bed dipped back behind him.
"You're not going to break free, kid," J said. He moved closer to Robin. "I made sure of that…"
Robin jerked his arms around in attempts to break the chains, but they were way too strong. He grabbed the base attached to his wrists, trying to crush them or pull them off the cuffs. Robin suddenly yelped when J shoved him around on his back. Crouching, the older vamp landed on his knees and grabbed the teen's outer thigh, digging his nails in. Robin's left leg suddenly shot up as he tried kicking J in the face. He merely moved his head to the left to dodge it. Quickly grabbing his ankle with his other hand, he shoved Robin's knee up towards his face and then got in between his thighs. Robin kept putting up his struggling, even though he knew it was useless.
"D-Don't do this; please!"
J chuckled. "That's precious. But too bad. I have a job to finish. And if that requires chaining your legs down, then I will." He reached for the front of Robin's belt. "Don't worry kid, uncle J is here."
The highly insane vampire laughed maniacally, making what little of Robin's vampire blood he had left run ice cold…

Over at the horizon, the first sliver of sun started to peak out, casting a bright, orange glow along the rock mountains and desert ground. Jack, who was in the lead, looked back and saw the sun start to rise. In the darkness was a small, seemed-to-be deserted, town in the middle of nowhere. Looking back ahead, Jack quickened his pace.
"Stop dragging your fat feet and hurry the frig up. The sun's comin'."
A few feet behind him, Slade looked at the distance out of the corner of his eye. The light from the sun was gradually getting closer. He increased the length of his fast strides. It didn't take long to catch up to Jack. They were now only two hundred yards away from the first building.
"I have learned from different lores what happens to vampires in sunlight, the more popular one being that they burn and die," Slade explained. "But what really happens?"
Jack kicked a loose rock. "Its different for all vampires. Some burn up, others get weak, and very rarely does nothing happen. My entire blood line burns up if we stand out in the sunlight for too long."
"At least they don't ever sparkle…"
Jack looked over his shoulder at him, his eyebrow raised. "What?"
"Nothing."
Snorting, Jack looked ahead again. They soon made it into the small town, that actually looked deserted. The two passed a bar that was covered in dust and cracked with paint peeling. They headed for apartment complexes lined up. Going to the first complex, Jack opened the front door and they stepped inside. Slade looked around a receptionist area, that looked similar to the outside of the buildings. There was graffiti, peeling, cracked walls, lots of dust, and what appeared to be blood. There was no one behind the receptionist desk and the elevator's doors were busted open. Ignoring the empty room, Jack headed for the staircase. The carpet on the steps were frayed and pulled apart in various places. Slade and Jack walked up three flights of stairs before reaching a hallway. There were three doors on each side. Another hallway branched off from the main one, which went around the perimeter of the building and back to the stairs. Jack turned left and headed down the left hallway. Going to the third door on the right, he pulled out a key, inserted it into the lock, and opened the door.
Pushing the door open, Jack revealed a medium-sized apartment that was, surprisingly, painted nice and was clean. At the back was a kitchen/dining room. There was a two-layer, queen-sized bed in the living room, off to the side. There were a few chairs along the walls and there was a small desk on the right of the room. Finally, there was a short hallway that led to a bathroom, small bedroom, and two closets for toiletries and bedding. Slade stepped further in while Jack closed and locked the door, looking at everything. Jack then passed him, going to the living room windows. Reaching up, he pulled down a black shutter that didn't let any sunlight in, except faintly along the edges. He had to cover at least five windows, including two in the kitchen. When there was no more sunlight left, Jack went to a freezer and opened the door. Looking and reaching inside, he pulled out two beer bottles with blood in them. Jack returned to the living room and handed one to Slade.
"Cheers, mate." Jack clinked the necks together before opening the bottle and turning around to face his bed. He drank some of the blood as he walked to it. Slade didn't move to open his. He just stared at Jack. The Australian vamp sat down on the bed. "Take a seat, I guess."
Slade blinked before grabbing a chair and placing it at the foot of the bed. He sat down while opening the lid with a twist of his hand. Jack rested against the wall, drinking his blood. Slade swallowed some of his before setting it on the floor by the chair leg. Jack finished his off and set it aside before stretching his arms above his head.
"So, what are the different vampire ranks?" Slade asked, curious.
Yawning, Jack placed his hands behind his head and crossed his shins. "Well first you've got the Father of all vampires. Everyone, even the humans, know him as Dracula or Alucard. Some even believe he's the Devil himself. Factually, the Devil created Dracula to do some of his evil bidding. About ten million years ago, Dracula decided he didn't want to be the Devil's lap dog anymore, so he broke all ties with him. That pissed the Devil off, so he altered Dracula's disposition, making him the blood-thirsty vampire we all know today. He called Dracula a vampire after the betrayal, when before he was just a simple demon. The Devil meant for him to feel disgusted and hate himself, but Dracula adapted and learned to enjoy the taste of human and animal blood, rather than be sickened by it. Once again, one of the Devil's "master plans" backfired on his red ass, so he gave up trying to make Dracula pay. Eventually, Dracula's disposition changed again, which allowed him to change other humans and animals into vampires."
So most cultures were wrong about how vampires came into existence? Slade found that very interesting. "Which rank is next then?"
"For the first Megaannum—that's one million years, in case you didn't know—Dracula traveled all over Earth to find a select few humans to turn. He found ten very powerful humans, calling them Elders. They were the crème de la crème of vampires, though they could never get as powerful as him. He commanded the Elders to spread across the globe, turning one hundred humans every one thousand years, spanning for two Megaannums. Those vampires became Superiors. Then those Superiors turned humans for another Megaannum, giving them the title of Masters. Once there were enough Masters, Dracula ceased turnings for three more Megaannums."
"Why?" Slade asked.
"Well because there simply weren't enough homo sapiens in the world around that time. To prevent the human race from going extinct, Dracula and the vampires stopped killing and turning the humans, so that they could reproduce. It took about twelve thousand years to raise the population back up. Knowing of Dracula's plan, the Devil tried to sabotage him. He started sending lowly demons and monsters to kill the humans off. Dracula, meanwhile, was getting angrier and angrier at the Devil for being an annoying, giant pest. So, one day, Dracula takes his army of vampires into Hell and they attack the Devil's domain. The vampires and demons fight viciously while Dracula squares off against the Devil. Humans have an expression, "until Hell freezes over", but what they don't know is that Hell did freeze. Well, at least part of it, anyway. The Devil's original domain, or home, if you prefer, was battle torn. The more demons and vampires that died, the more their blood caused the ground to freeze. Once both monsters realized what they had done, they made a truce, the war stopped, and everyone went their separate ways. The Devil found a new place to live, while Dracula and his leftover vampires returned to Earth. Part of the truce allows the vampires and demons to roam both realms, so long as devastating destruction, like what happened in Hell, didn't occur. Or at least not at such a global scale. So the Devil stopped trying to extinct the humans and Dracula was able to continue his work, after the human race repopulated again.
"So, any questions so far?" Jack asked after a pause.
Slade drank some more blood before asking his next question. "Did the Elders, Superiors, or Masters go extinct, or do some still exist today?"
Sitting up, Jack scooted his butt back. "Only three Elders survived Hell's War. Half of the Superiors perished, while most of the Masters died. Dracula had the Superiors create more Masters, but not as many as before. Then, about fifteen thousand years ago, the Masters created the lowest rank, called Fledglings. Once a Fledgling was old enough and strong enough, they could become Masters. Masters could also rise to the rank of Superior. Unfortunately, the Superiors weren't able to become Elders, unless Dracula allowed it. In order to turn Superiors into Elders, they had to drink Dracula's blood, to gain some of his power. Adding to that, he turned seventeen Superiors into Elders, making twenty all together. Eventually, vampire hunters that were against the turnings and killings started forming, so Fledglings had to train up, to be able to defend and protect themselves from wooden stakes and arrows dipped in holy water. Vampire hunters are very cruel people. But I'm not gonna get into that."
"That's fine."
"So, from top to bottom, the ranks are Father of all vampires, Elders, Superiors, Masters, and Fledglings. Many Fledglings can't become Masters unless they turn a person. So, for example, you have the rank of Fledgling. Since your mate Robin turned you, he has the rank of a Master. Whoever turned him is also a Master; Robin's Master would be your Superior. It kind of gets confusing once a vampire turns a lot of different people. So yeah, them's the breaks, mate." There was a long bout of silence. It didn't break for a good few minutes before Jack yawned loud and wide. "W-Weeeeell, I'm beat." Leaning over his legs, Jack began to untie his shoes. Slade watched him take them off and set them aside. "Its time for bed for me."
"Sleep well, I suppose," Slade said as Jack pulled the blanket out from under his legs.
He snuggled under the blanket and closed his eyes. "A-At sun-down, we'll get you a ch-change of travel clothes," Jack tried to explain between yawns. "Then we'll look for your mate."
"Yes, thank you," Slade said before drinking more blood. "I will wake you after the sun has vanished."
Jack opened his eye a crack to look at Slade. "Are you not tired?"
Slade shook his head. "No. As a human, I was a chronic insomniac."
"Ah, 'kay. That makes sense." Closing his eye back up, Jack inhaled deeply and then let it out. "Good night."
"Night."
It didn't take long for the tired and exhausted Jack to fall into a deep sleep, snoring lightly. After staring at him for a few more seconds, Slade finished off his blood, got up, and put the empty bottle in the kitchen. He then entered the hallway, opened the towel closet, and grabbed a towel. He could definitely use a hot shower right about now. He had to pass the time anyway. If he wanted to find Robin, alive and well, then he would have to be ready. There was no telling what J and K would do to the little vamp. Deep down, Slade truly hoped Robin was alright.
The second he thought that, as he entered the hot streaming shower, he felt a knot tighten in the pit of his stomach.
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