Robin led in the dance, and we twirled as close to the stage as we possibly could. Once, I saw Charlie, but he was too busy dancing with a girl to notice me right next to him.

"Okay," Robin said, "while you stop the music, I'll take care of Punk Rocker."

I nodded. "And once the music stops, it should break the spell. The humans will probably be confused, but the others should realize what's going on."

Robin smiled at me, and we ducked away behind a curtain. "Be prepared for anything," he warned.

I nodded. "You, too. It's been a while since I've seen Charlie, but even then he had an evil heart."

Robin chuckled. "I trained with Batman, remember? I'm a master at martial arts. And when we get back to the tower, we're sparring, remember?" He joked.

"If I stay any later, you do realize that I'm not going to be able to leave town until tomorrow night, right?" I asked.

He sighed. "If you can help us get this guy in jail, I think we should be able to trust you," he decided.

I grinned. "That's so sweet," I said, pinching his cheeks lightly. "But I won't stay past my welcome. Now go, before we're caught!"

He rolled his eyes behind his mask, and then disappeared behind the curtain. I stuck to the shadows, making my way to the main stage.

I had told Robin that killing the music would be easy, but really, I had no clue how I was going to do it. I passed a stereo system that looked brand new, and an idea popped into my head. I looked around for speakers, but quickly noticed that the system was already hooked up to surround sound - all I had to do was plug it in. I fumbled around in my clutch for my iPod, and hooked it up. I went through my songs, looking for an upbeat tune, and picked the first one I saw - Taylor Swift's 'We Are Never Ever Ever Getting Back Together'. I turned the music up as loud as it would go, and heard the orchestra stop playing.

I peeked around the corner to see them all looking confused, but not one of them glancing my way. I looked further, but saw that everyone was still waltzing. In the crowd, I saw Robin, standing a few feet away from Charlie, who had frozen in his place, and was looking at the stage. Before he could see me, I hid back behind the curtain again.

Now what?

I took in my surroundings, and noticed a microphone. I used to sing when I was a little girl, but I hadn't sung in public for years. If I could somehow use compulsion, and put the power into my words, then could I break the spell?

Without a better plan, I picked up the mic and scrolled down until I found the song I was looking for. I stepped onto the stage as the opening of 'Rolling in the Deep' by Adele started to play. I closed my eyes, and tried to ignore the hundreds of people watching me in confusion. I started to sing, and as I did, I put power into my voice. I felt it radiate throughout the room, and even though I wasn't giving any orders, I could feel the commands taking over.

I opened my eyes, and immediately met Charlie's. He looked pale, and his eyes bulged. Everyone had stopped dancing, and the Titans were starting to creep up on Charlie. When the song was over, everyone was looking confused, and Charlie was running toward the stage.

Robin and Beastboy chased after him, while Raven and Starfire stood in front of the stage, ready to ambush him. The next song on my iPod started to play, but no one paid any attention to it.

Instead, everyone watched as Charlie ran forward, and jumped over Raven, and landed right in front of me.

"You," he breathed. "You bloody demon! You tried to kill me!"

I smiled. "Oh Charlie, are you still upset about that?" I asked, smirking. "Honestly, it's been, what? Five years? Give it a rest."

Cyborg started to creep up behind Charlie, but I shook my head. "The citizens," I mouthed, and he hesitated before nodding.

He took Raven, Starfire and Beastboy with him, but Robin stayed behind. I raised my eyebrow, but he ignored me.

"Let it go?!" Charlie shouted. "You dragged me into an alley and left me for dead!"

"Yes, I did," I said thoughtfully, studying him. "And yet you live."

He glared. He opened his mouth to speak, but instead he pulled a wooden stake from his jacket. He tried to stab me, but I dodged him, barely avoiding the cursed wood.

I tsked. "Charlie, Charlie, Charlie. You really should know better."

"How did you even find me?" He demanded, still clutching the stake tightly.

I smiled. "It's a funny story, actually. Remember that group of people I was with at your last ball?" I asked. "Well, it turns out that we didn't really get along, so now I'm on the run. And I just happened to run into the lovely Teen Titans, and decided to help them with this little mission."

"The Titans...?" He looked around, and noticed that Robin was standing by, ready to attack, and the others were helping the citizens get out.

He glared at me, and lunged again.

This time I was more prepared, and zipped out of the way, running behind him in a blur. "Now Charlie, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way," I taunted.

"How about my way?" He glared, holding the stake and chanting things under his breath.

I laughed, throwing my head back. "Oh Charlie," I said, still giggling, "you are no witch or warlock. Whatever spell you are chanting, it will have no affect on anyone."

"No, I'm not a warlock," Charlie said.

"I am."

I turned, and saw the conductor. He looked at me, and I crumpled to the ground, holding my head.

"Krystalyn!" Robin shouted, running towards me.

Charlie laughed. "Are you mad?" He exclaimed. "She's a vampire! She's probably compelling you!"

The pain stopped, and I shakily stood up. The warlock -conductor, whatever- smiled crookedly at me.

"Charlie, where the heck did you find a warlock?" I hissed, taking a step away from the beady eyed man.

"He's the one who saved me, of course," Charlie smirked. The conductor narrowed his eyes at me, and I fell again.

Robin took a step towards Charlie, and pulled out his staff.

"Oh please," Charlie sighed, his accent much thicker than mine. "You can't defeat me without your little teammates, and you know it. And I have magic on my side! I'm unstoppable!" He laughed, and I got back to my feet, still shaking slightly.

The rest of the Titans had gotten the citizens out, and were coming to help.

"Charlie. Magic is a dangerous thing," I said. "Especially if you're not the one controlling it."

"Nonsense," he spat. "Rodrick is my best mate, aren't you?" Charlie put his hand on the warlock's shoulder, and they both smiled, like they knew something I didn't.

The other Titans had reached the stage, and Robin stepped back with his team.

"You know," Charlie said, looking at me, "we ran into your little group about a year ago. They tried to kill us, but after Rodrick talked to them, they quickly saw reason."

I watched him wearily, prepared to run if needed. Charlie had hidden the wooden stake from view, but I was still cautious.

"I had a conversation with your brother... and Jeremy." Charlie smirked at me, and I felt my fangs poke through my gums. "They said that you owe them favors. And quite a few other things."

"Did they now?" I asked, lifting my chin. "Did they also tell you how they tried to rob a hospital of all blood bags, and then burn the place to the ground? Or did they forget to mention that?"

Charlie shrugged. "Not like I would care," he said.

I rolled my eyes. "Of course not," I muttered. "So how did you find yourself in this little town?"

He glared. "I was trying to get away from you," he spat.

"Not to state the obvious or anything, but you kind of suck at it," I said dismissively.

He held his stake out again, grasping it tightly in his hand. "You know, after you tried to kill me, and Rodrick saved me, I had always dreamed of what I would do to you if I ever saw you again," he said. "And now you're here in front of me, and all I'm doing is trying to figure out how to kill you."

I grinned. "Well, the surprise attack was a good idea. And making all the servants wear vervain? Excellent touch," I complimented. "Next time, you might wanna make the doorman wear it too, though."

He narrowed his eyes, and charged. I easily dodged his attack, but stepped right into the warlock's path.

While the Titans fought Charlie, the warlock and I circled each other. I didn't dare make the first move, knowing that with with a blink of an eye, the guy could pop every blood vessel in my head. As we watched each other, the warlock looked at ease, studying me.

"So," he said, "this is the famous Krystalyn."

I raised an eyebrow. "Why? Is Charlie still talking about me?" I smirked.

"Charlie and your little gang. Your brother pulled me aside, asking me to search for you," he said. "While your old friends went North, following your little scent, I used the spirits to find you," he said.

I glared angrily.

Spirits.

They've always hated me.

The warlock and I circled each other again before he lunged.