(OK this story idea popped in my head a while ago. Was just going to be the one story. Don't know if I will so a squeal with this OC or not. A shout out to 80icrazy80 who I threw the concept around with. You all know the drill. I own no one except the OC in this case Julia Brooks. I know in real life Jason/Christian was in TNA at this point…not in my story. Please read, hopefully enjoy & REVIEW! *Begs*)

My 'strange addiction': Hematolagnia or The Vampire's Kiss

06/20/06

CM Punk was walking the back stage area when he stopped seeing the back of a girl standing about 5'5" in black combat boots, slashed black skater pants, tight red tank top, black & red striped arm covers, her hair was black & red pulled in a pony tail.
"Oh god no…" He walked over towards her, she was talking to Balls Mahoney. The larger man lifted his head looking hearing Punk heading their way.

"Hey Punk." The sound of her sucking her teeth was clear, catching Balls attention. "Lilith you met our resident clean cut party boy, CM Punk."
"Actually yes.." Her tone slightly short sounding as she turned facing him with cold brown eyes outline in black liner. Her bottom lip jutted out slightly in a pout holding snake bite piercing in it, currently she had small rings in both. She clicked her tongue piercing lightly against her teeth, It was a small copper ball she had custom made. "Well you not going to say hello to your cousin?"

"Hey…Jules…what you doing here?" He spoke with a questioning look.
"I the newest ECW Diva."
"OH HELL NO!" He grabbed her arm pulling her away from Balls & to a side walk way. He looked at her right in the eyes. "You got to be fucking kidding me…There is no fucking way you are wrestling."
"Why not? You & Colt both taught me…you know I worked a few small groups."
"This is not a place for someone with your…" He gave a light growl.
"I know you want to say it Cuz…it's not though...I wish you get it through your damn skull…it is NOT an addiction…" She sucked her teeth lightly again. It falls under the category of fetish if you must know…NOT addiction." She pulls from his grasp turning to walk away.

"Call it what you want Julia…this is not a place to work with it…More so ECW then any of the others." She stopped turning her head with a sick smile. "You ever think that is WHY I asked for this brand." She then turned her head back walking off.
"God damn her."

Julia was walking Backstage when she heard Punks voice. "Heyman can I talk to you a moment."
"Sure Punk what can I help you with."
"It's about one of the new guys…well girl actually."
'Oh no he isn't.'
"PHILIP J BROOKS!" She almost screeched. Her eyes a dark glare when he turned seeing her heading towards him.
"Is there a problem between the two of you Lilith?"
"Nothing except Punk here is my cuz & he acts more like an over protective brother who can't butt the hell out of my business…Isn't that right PUNKERS!"
Punk shot a glare at her before looking at Heyman. "Sorry to waste your time."
"Quite alright, just looking out for family…honorable but she seems a capable enough to make her own choices." Heyman nodded with a smirk before walking away.

Once he was out of sight she quickly turned herself toward Punk. "You try to pull that again & you might find out how dangerous I can really be…I am here to work just like you. If you think I am going to go out there to purposely bust someone open your wrong." She closed her eyes lowering her head some her voice calming down. Her head stays down but her eyes move up to look at him. "Sorry I just threatened you cuz…but you need to believe me when I say it is not as bad as you are making it out to be."
"You have a illness Jules, your not right in the head."
"That can be said about a lot of us…" She lifted her head more to look up at him. "I am not trying to hurt anyone."
"But you do…pain comes from what you do."
"Only with permission."
"That doesn't change the facts."
"There is no way to get you to understand…You have your life I have mine…I don't want or need to be fixed by your standards."

Julia turned walking away from Punk heading for the locker room. Walking in she looked around not seeing anyone, a benefit of the roster being light in the women's division. She moved to a pocket of her bag removing a blood lancet. She checked it over removing the shield from it. Sitting on the bench she pierced the tip of her index finger. She covered the sharp point placing it in her pocket before she rubbed the finger encouraging the fine drop of blood the grow bigger. Her eyes almost transfixed on the warm crimson liquid. She watched as it pooled in a large droplet before it slowly trailed down her finger. Placing the finger near her lips she closed her eyes as she ran her tongue up the finger taking in the almost intoxicating coppery taste of the blood. As she reached where she pricked herself she ran the rest of the trace of blood along her bottom lip. Her head leaning back relishing the small taste. That was all it was…while she would like a bigger taste, a taste were she could actually feel it run down her throat. The tiny pin prick like tastes were at least something…some thing that would not hurt anyone. It was just enough to calm herself after Punk got her rattled. Standing up she moved out of the locker room disposing of the small lancet.