Roman's Reign
Vampire King
Chapter 1
"She's pretty hot huh? Dude are you listening?"
Dean slaps Roman on the back. Both men hanging out at a local bar near WWE headquarters. After a slow day, they decided to hang out for a bit. Roman turns his head to face Dean, but says nothing.
"You know, I thought I was weird, but you take the cake." Says Dean taking a seat next to Roman at the bar.
"I'm weird because I keep to myself?" Roman asks.
"No. It's because you don't talk about yourself, your family, or anything. I mean, I'm an asshole, but I'll gladly tell you that. You however...who the hell are you?" Dean says puzzled.
Looking straight faced. "I'm Roman Reigns."
"That's the shit I'm talking about. You're a smart ass when you want to be, and that's the most we get out of you. I've never spent so much time thinking about another man, but you get to me sometimes." Dean conveys.
Roman lets out a laugh, prompting Dean to shake his head. Paige makes her way over from the bathroom and takes a seat with the boys. She asks the bartender for a shot and buries her face in her hand, letting out a small sigh. Roman and Dean pay her no mind and continue drinking. She lets out a bigger sigh, clearly asking for attention. Dean gets up and flicks Paige on the ear before walking off. She gives a dirty look before moving over a seat next to Roman.
"Problem there sweetheart?" Roman asks.
"Men are assholes." Paige says while scrolling through her phone.
"I'm sorry." Roman replies.
The bartender brings her shot, which she downs quickly and demands another.
"So this guy I met up with earlier had the nerve to say he didn't like my accent. Then told me I have no ass! Can you believe that? I've got more ass than a donkey!"
Dean returns to say goodnight. He gives Roman a handshake and says he'll catch him later. Paige holds out her arms, signaling for a hug. Dean stares at her blankly and walks off.
"Why do people hate me?" Paige cries out, knocking down her second shot.
Roman puts his arm around her, pulling her close. She rests her head on his shoulder as he rubs her arm in comfort.
"It's all right, I like you."
They spend another hour in the bar, having a heart to heart. Paige knocks back shots while Roman holds the same beer. Paige tells him about her distant family, meeting Regal who treats her like his daughter, and her fish. Roman opens up about his life experiences. Battling sadness when he couldn't find work, and his wife Tasha, keeping him strong through it. Also, his daughter Amelia being his motivation. After last call, they call it a night. Roman carries a drunk Paige on his back, to his car and takes her home. Pulling up to her house, Roman notices she nodded off.
"Hey, we're here." He says giving her a small shake.
"Huh...uh, what? Oh."
She opens the car door and looks at the path to her front door.
"Carry me please?"
Roman picks her up and heads to the front door. She sings quietly on the way. Roman sets her on her feet and unlocks the door. Paige hugs him.
"You're a great guy Roman. I wish you were mine." She confesses with her face buried in his chest.
"Uhhh, thanks." Roman utters, scratching the back oh his head.
She lets him go and pecks him on the lips before heading inside. Roman stands there for minute, thinking about what just happened. He heads back home with Paige's actions glued to his brain.
It takes Roman a decent sized flight to get home. Connecticut to Florida wasnt far, but it was far enough for a loving father. All the time at work makes him homesick. As he hails a cab back from the airport, a text pops up from Paige.
Paige: I'm Sorry *crying emoji*
Roman: Don't worry about it
Paige: You sure?
Roman: All good *smiling emoji with glasses*
Paige: *smiling, blushing emoji*
Making it home in the afternoon, he gets out the cab to see Amelia running full speed towards him. He picks her up and swings her around.
"Daddy you're home!" Amelia squeals in excitement.
"Yup, and I'm here for a week!"
He carries her inside to find Tasha in the kitchen. Tasha was a Pakistani immigrant he met doing volunteer work. After working together for months at a local children's center, they dated a year before tying the knot. 8 years later and the love was still strong. Their 7 year-old Amelia was proof of that.
"Hey baby, glad to see you made it back." Tasha kisses her husband and welcomes him home.
"You say that every time." Roman says while hugging her.
"Because I mean it."
Amelia tugs on her dads arm.
"I can't wait for you to see my art project, and my new bed sheets, and my dolls, and my-"
"Calm down, I'll have plenty of time to look at that. Lets just spend some time together. I miss you guys."
The sun sets as the Reigns family make up for lost time. Ending the night watching movies. Amelia asleep in his arms while his wife gives him small talk.
"How long are you gonna keep this job?" Tasha asks.
"As long as I keep making money, I'll be there." He yawns back.
"Yeah, but it hurts having you away for so long. Dreading the day I get that phone call. Or men show up at my door with a folded up flag. I don't want that, and Amelia doesn't deserve it."
"Listen I got good men watching my back, and we work with professionals. But if a nice payday comes around, I'll look for work closer to home, okay?"
"Okay."
Roman carries Amelia to bed. He tucks her in and kisses her forehead. All of the hardships he went through was worth it for his princess. He heads back downstairs, thinking about telling Tasha what Paige did. They promised not to keep secrets, but was this a burden he wanted to carry? Not tonight, it was a good night. As Tasha is in the kitchen washing dishes, Roman wraps his arms around her and begins kissing her neck.
"We need to make up for lost time too."
A knock at the door keeps them from going forward. Roman looks at the clock on the stove.
"Who the hell is at my door past midnight?" He wonders moving to the door.
He opens the door to find a sultry looking woman. Her face visible, but a little hidden the nights darkness.
"Can I help you?"
"Yes. I'm looking for Tasha and Amelia." The woman replies.
"Why?" Reigns face turned sour, questioning her motives.
"We've been wanting to ask her to join our club." She replies.
"You need to leave." Roman demands before closing the door.
"Who was that?" Tasha asks when Roman comes back to the kitchen.
Before answering, another knock hits the door. With Tasha looking on, Roman stomps back angrily and swings open the door.
"You need to leave before I-"
A fist hits Roman in the chest, sending him flying through the air and into the wall. The force puts a hole in the wall and Roman hits the floor face first. Tasha screams, causing a blur to speed towards her. The blur stops and shoves a hand across Tasha's mouth, shutting her up. It was a white man, standing 6'7. Wearing a sleeveless red gown. Slick back hair and a trimmed beard.
"Shhhh." As he makes direct eye contact with Tasha.
She looks into his blood red eyes, losing all of her thoughts and free will. She slowly goes from struggling to completely limp. Roman catches his breath, feeling a broken rib. He darts up, charging towards the man. The woman steps in and clotheslines Roman, causing him to flip upside down. She stomps her foot into his back. Her heels piercing through his skin, drawing blood. Amelia lets out a scream from the stairs, getting the intruders attention.
"RUN!" Roman screams in pain.
The man speeds over to Amelia, and hypnotizes her in seconds.
"I"M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!" Roman yells.
The man walks over and kicks Roman in the face with his boot. Roman feels a slight crack in his neck and feels blood coming from his nose. The man kneels down next to Roman.
"You're not home enough to value these women. You're too busy having adventures with your buddies."
Roman grabs the mans coat, weakly tugging on it. The man smiles and swats Roman's hand away.
"Ariel, finish off this clown. I'm going to tend to my new mistresses."
The man commands Tasha and Amelia to follow him. They both follow him out the door, zombie-like. Roman cries, reaching out to his loved ones. After they leave, Ariel flips Roman onto his back and he gets a good look at her. She looked to be of Latin descent. Her black hair tied in pigtails. Wearing a leather dress. Roman struggled to sit up, but she immediately stomps on his chest, knocking the last bit of strength out of him. Ariel gets down and lays on top of him, rubbing her face against his.
"Don't be sad, it could be so much worse. Kevin could of ripped your throat out, but he left me to you." She says wiping tears from his eyes.
The name hit Roman's head like a weight. Kevin. He wouldn't forget it. She licks a bit of blood from his nose, wetting her appetite.
"Such a beast. A shame to let you go to waste. Screw what Kevin says."
Roman lays there, waiting for his death. She turns his head, and bites deeply into his neck. Roman only winces, being unable to scream from lack of breath. His body going numb with consciousness fading. His vision starts to blur, and he closes his eyes.
