Raven had known it was going to be a trying day. She had known it the moment her meditation had been interrupted by Starfire's Tameranian song of greeting to the Titans East. So it figured that instead of dealing with just one annoying titan, she would have to deal with two.

"C'mon, Raven, you know you wanna play volleyball!" Beast Boy whined. He was like a mosquito in that respect; an incessant keening in your ear. He kept asking no matter how many times she refused.

"Please? I'll make you triple tofu delight," he wheedled, wiggling his eye brows.

"Double no," was her only response, not even bothering to look up from the thick tome on her lap.

"Give it up, Beast Boy," Thank you Speedy. "Vampires don't like playing sports in the sun." I thought too soon.

"I'm not a vampire." She stated, glaring at him. Speedy was undeterred.

"That's exactly what a vampire would say." He retorted. All the eyes in the room turned towards Speedy and her with that last remark, and Raven could practically hear Bee's mental face palm. "Think about it, the evidence is all there," he claimed, addressing our recently acquired audience. "She's deathly pale, she wouldn't even touch the garlic bread the last time we got together, and she skulks in the shadows or under her hood, like, all the time. Look, even the book she's reading is probably from the medieval age! Where do you think she gets her blood?"

The pulsing vein on Raven's forehead was clearly visible as she tersely stated "I am not, have never been, and never will be, a vampire. I am pale because my skin lacks melanin. That garlic bread made half of you throw up. I do not hide in shadows, this book was published a little less than three years ago, and furthermore, I do not drink blood."

"Can you prove that you don't drink blood?" He pressed as he steepled his fingers together.

"My irises aren't red, or black, or even gold." She shot back.

"You could be wearing contacts" Speedy relentlessly persisted.

"Vampires can't wear contacts. The venom that runs throughout their bodies dissolves anything that may be able to get pass their diamond-hard skin."

"How do you know that?"

"I read." This was starting to sound suspiciously like an interrogation. He was like a Robin-clone.

"And if I don't? If you're making this all up?" He asked imperiously, raising a brow.

"I have a heartbeat. Vampires are dead. Even the muggles who make those pointless video games know that much." Azar, if he didn't shut up soon, something was going to blow. Her failed meditation attempt this morning had been the only one in far too long, and this was stretching her control beyond her limits, Trigon or no Trigon.

"I still don't believe you." That did it.

She stood up abruptly and all but slammed her book shut. Making sure to look everyone, especially Speedy, in the eye, she practically growled out "I will never, ever, sparkle in the sunlight. End of discussion." And with a spin of her heel, and a whirl of her cloak, she left her bemused comrades standing dumbly in the ops room.

A/N so yeah, this borrows several elements from the 'twilight' vampire, but honestly even if you're a twilight hater, there is no mush/drama/angst/etc. so you're safe. This was not intended to be a romance, but it is fan fiction – who am I to stop you from imagining, embellishing, or culminating? You guys are probably sick of hearing this, but please, review! Anonymous reviews accepted! You make authors feel warm and buttery (bloody?) inside when you do so!