The In'turns' – Chapter One: The First Sacrifice

Disclaimer: I own the characters you are unfamiliar with. The situations documented are purely fictional (even though SummerSlam is actually going to be in New Jersey, last I checked). The others are all wrestlers from the WWE, and are own themselves, or are owned by Vincent Kennedy McMahon.

Author's Note: This is my first wrestling fan-fiction. I have no business starting this one when I have other stories that I should finish, but this idea has made me amused. Please continue reading, and give me your feedback. Thanks and enjoy the story!

"So, does everyone know the plan?"

A nasal, raspy voice inquired loudly to supposedly others in the close vicinity. The location could have been any thousands of places that were dank, dark, and bleak. No light was on, but the occupants of the room didn't seem to have any problems with that. A constant dripping sound echoed periodically, and the stressed hiss of some sort of steam producing machine snaked through the air, signifying that the happenings were taking place in some sort of boiler room of an establishment.

"Un. So, what is the magic number this time, then?" another person spoke, a gruff, sarcastic drawl swallowing the moment of silence that lapsed after the previous question. Shuffling sounded from all sorts of directions, hinting that more than just to inhabitants were in the room. Strange enough, you could not even hear the either hard or easy breathing of any of the people in the room.

"Three, only three this time. That number should signify a lot to McMahon, and if he is smart, he will take action this time around instead of hiding behind his little blood slaves again," the raspy one spoke with poison lacing his words, and he actually stopped to spit in distaste after he mentioned the name McMahon. It was only then that signs of others being in the room were apparent as they grunted in confirmation to the man's words. There were probably more than five people in there, but it was impossible to tell.

"You have your orders, then. Go, find three, it matters not who they are, and go for the kill. But leave our 'calling card' on each of their bodies." With that command, there were several clicks in unison, and then silence. All who were in there before had all left, but through where? No door was opened, and there were no windows.

-

The Continental Airlines Arena was only now starting to clear out after having one of its biggest events of the year finish with a bang. World Wrestling Entertainment had just successfully launched and ended Summerslam 2007. Fans exited the huge stadium animatedly, making their way through the huge car park back to their vehicles. The sky was showing signs of sunset, with hues of pink, purple, orange, and the like tinting the slightly cloudy sky. Kids still were wagging their self made signs and screaming their favorite wrestler's finishing moves. The more adult fans were either talking with their kids or chatting about how ridiculous the referee's call was on several matches to their friends they attended the event with. Some men popped the trunks of their cars and pulled out coolers that stored some drinks that they brought along. It was, after all, a summer night, and after coming out from a packed, but nicely air conditioned arena to the sweltering night heat of New Jersey, some choice people thought that they deserved a drink.

One young adult, a blonde boy clad in jeans and an authentic Undertaker t-shirt with glowing eyes, was actually going against the crowd that was pushing itself outside the arena. He was trying his best to be polite as he slinked his way through the crowd to get back inside. He was quite lucky that the security was too preoccupied with the exiting people to notice him slip back in.

"I can't believe this. I am not losing the one thing that will be framed in my room and passed down to my kids when I'm gray and old. I better find it," Solaris muttered to himself in a frenzied manner as he finally made it through the swarm of patrons. He had lost a sign that he had slaved over bottles of glue, glitter, paint, and sheets of construction paper, like a little Kindergarten child. It was a masterpiece in itself, actually, for he had made an exact replica of his shirt in paper form, even painting the Undertaker's eyes with luminous paint so that whenever the lights went off in the stadium, especially for the Undertaker's entrance, a pair of pupiless white eyes shone eerily in the dark.

Before the Undertaker's match, he had passed by Solaris and his friends, and actually managed to sign the corner of the sign while the camera was off of him for a millisecond. Solaris' heart had stopped in his chest from pure rapture, and you would have thought that the young man would have held onto the sign for dear life after his idol had just signed it personally.

"Stupid, stupid. My god, am I stupid," Solaris kept that mantra going as he sprinted around several families and went down the stairwell labeled with the letter V. Each entrance sector to the seats in the arena was in alphabetical order, and his was in the ringside V section. Solaris' steps slowed down slightly when he saw the crewmen already packing away parts of the wrestling ring and announcer tables. He was still mesmerized by the place and how dazzling the atmosphere was in here not even a half hour ago. He shook his head, ruffling his locks of hair, and started hopping over empty seats as he immediately spotted his sign. He cradled it like a newborn child and clutched it to his heart for a few moments before he made a mad dash up the stairs once again to get out. He ignored the vibration of his cellphone that was in his jeans pocket. He knew it was his friends, probably wondering what was taking him so long.

Solaris got back to the ground level of the arena where the concession stands were. It was pretty abandoned by now, all the patrons have exited, and not even the workers were present. He didn't take much notice as he continued his sprint towards the main exit. His sneakered feet started to skid across the linoleum floor, as though he was skating.

He was unable to enjoy that fact for long, for a random arm came out of one of the doors he passed and clothes-lined him in the windpipe harshly. He choked on his saliva and crashed backwards to the ground below, his back and head colliding with it painfully. Before Solaris could register what had just transpired, he was grasped by the back of his t-shirt and dragged into the room against his will. The door shut behind him, and his azure eyes widened drastically when he realized that this wasn't some choreographed fight or plot.

He was really being abducted.

Solaris scrambled to his feet and wrenched himself out of the grasp of whoever it was that was assaulting him. Solaris blinked as the room looked like a mini storage room, with packages of popcorn and other concession items stored against the wall and on two metal shelves that were aligned parallel to each other. He looked around, and the one thing he was looking to face, his assailant, was no where to be found. How in the world did that work? The room was not too large, and the two towering shelves that held the food goods only made three aisles in between that he could possibly be hiding. Solaris cautiously walked around one of the shelves, but he was bouncing on the balls of his feet slightly.

'This guy picked the wrong kid to mess with,' Solaris thought with a hint of annoyance. Solaris had always been picked on in school, so he started to take karate lessons from age twelve. He was a second degree black belt now, and he could take care of himself ever since. And, on top of that, he just came back from watching a wrestling match. If that didn't inspire him to try and go all 'pro-wrestler' on his opponent, nothing else would.

Solaris was cued by the sound of shifting and then a loud whistle, like when air was passing by your ears at a quick velocity. Solaris tensed his body, but bounced continuously on his feet as his attacker showed himself. If he hadn't been standing in front of the young man, Solaris would have said that the physical properties that this man had could not be physically possible for a human being.

The man before him was a towering mass of muscle, with at least a foot or two over the young man, who was about an inch over six feet. He wore a pair of black baggy track pants, and sneakers. He also had a twelve pack set of abs that were revealed with the lack of a shirt.

That's right. Solaris counted them. It was definitely a twelve-pack.

He was bald, and not a spec of facial hair either. His skin was a burnt sienna, and he glistened under the meager lighting of the room in the same sense the wrestlers had been earlier that day. Actually, he looked like a tanner, and quite larger Dave Bautista. The guy was walking briskly towards the younger boy, and his face was contorted into a sneer.

No smart words were exchanged.

No snarky challenge was issued.

It was just this mass of muscle against a lanky young man who dwarfed in comparison.

The man threw one mighty left jab towards Solaris, but the boy ducked beneath the blow. Unfortunately, the young man did not see the right hook coming towards him as he was dodging, and was hit square in the jaw.

The blow moved Solaris from his spot about a good half foot to the side, but still in front of his opponent. Solaris, from years of practice and sparring, was able to take the hit in full stride, and return the hit full force. He spun himself and pivoted his left foot, and swung his other foot high, heel first, into his opponent's collarbone. The man skid backwards a good two feet and grunted soundly, showing that the move had made some impact, but not quite the reaction Solaris was expecting.

Suddenly, the muscle-headed man launched himself forward towards Solaris again, and swiped his massive arms out at Solaris, but this time the boy evaded it almost gracefully as he sidestepped heavily to the right.

Solaris managed to grab one of the arms as it was recoiling, and had to wrap both his arms around this one muscle-bound appendage. He clutched it and aligned himself right in front of the startled man before tugging forward with all his might. He planted his legs to the ground but bent his knees and protruded his back. With amazing strength, Solaris managed to swing the man over his shoulder in a throw and crash the muscle head into one of the steel shelves of stuff.

Before Solaris could even recover from the amount of strength and stamina he lost just hoisting the monster of a man over him, his opponent, still on the ground, took his free hand and took hold of Solaris' neck in one swoop. His entire hand fit around the boy's neck, and that fact seemed to scare Solaris a lot more than anything else at the moment. The guy got up from his fall, and with speed so blurring, it made Solaris' head spin, he plowed the boy into the concrete wall at the back of the room.

Solaris heard several things simultaneously, not one of them good. He first heard his entire body, head first, connect with the cement in such a grievous way that the boy's eyes closed immediately, and yet he was still able to see flashes under his eyelids. He also heard the crack of the cement actually breaking and crumbling underneath his skull, which may have been cracked from such an impact. He then heard the most unpleasant chuckle he'd ever heard, and it could only be coming from his assailant. One last thing he heard was a small whimper, and it took several moments to realize that it had come from his own mouth.

Solaris willed himself to open his eyes, and was greeted by the scariest sight he had ever come across in his nineteen years of life. The man was not a pleasant sight for sore eyes as it was, but when the young boy pried his eyes open, he saw the burly man's face now contorted into an even deeper sneer, some of his facial features becoming more defined. And he revealed fangs that looked at least three inches long. How the hell did those things fit in his mouth without tearing apart his tongue? And why didn't he get them fixed? Dental isn't that expensive anymore.

It was something straight out of a 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' episode.

"You have the honor of being the first sacrificial lamb," the man finally spoke, surprisingly without a lisp. Solaris' eyes widened at the words and before he could protest, the man slammed his head to the right and dug his fangs into Solaris's neck without restraint. Solaris would've screamed, had it not been stuck in his now bitten throat. It felt like someone had stabbed him with a pitchfork, and started to suck out his vocal chords. The pain was immense, and it was dwarfing the fact that he also felt like he was getting weaker dramatically. The man applied an unbelievable amount of pressure onto his neck, pushing him harder into the concrete wall. Solaris gargled and choked on a mixture of blood and saliva.

Solaris' thought process was going into overdrive as he started to gain feeling in his limbs, just enough for one last fight. He was no sacrifice, certainly not a meal for some wannabe vampire, and if we went down, he was going to make sure the autopsy showed that he went down fighting. He pulled his feet, which felt akin to dead weight below his torso, up and planted a hard kick to the muscle bound man's abdomen. It seemed to be enough for the man to pry his fangs out of the poor boy's neck momentarily, but not enough force for him to let go.

"I can taste the fire in your blood. I won't let it go to waste," the vampire stated and had the audacity to lick his reddened lips. Solaris' legs dropped back down, and he realized absentmindedly that they didn't even reach the ground, and that he must be a foot off the ground. He spat out the blood that started to ooze from his lips, and his azure eyes started to roll from left to right, as though the room was spinning. He had no energy in him to even flail as the vampire wrestler hybrid went in for another bite.

'Oh, damn, I'm gonna die.'

But it never came.

The door of the supply room burst open as though it had been kicked off its hinges. Two silhouettes stood outside it for a brief moment before one of them came dashing towards Solaris and his attacker. The vampire had turned his head to the interruption, and thrown Solaris against the wall just in time to be plowed into the same concrete wall he had assaulted Solaris with before. The newcomer had went on his hands and knees suddenly, and the second silhouette suddenly sprinted forward through the short distance, pounced on the back of his friend, and with that new elevation, flew at the enemy with a heel kick to the face. The muscle-head's body actually lurched backwards and made a huge imprint in the concrete.

Solaris' eyes had finally closed after seeing his enemy getting his just desserts, and he slumped down against wall slowly until he was in a sloppy sitting position, his head lolled to the side where he was bitten viciously. He could hear the vampire assailant being pulled away from him and grunting in pain, somehow losing to whomever it was just made a grand entrance. It sounded like the two people, both male, were double-teaming the hell out of him, from the sound of clattering feet, and then crashing, probably into more of the supplies in the closet. Solaris was mildly aware of the vibrations on the floor as they guy was getting knocked down repeatedly.

After about a minute and half later, there was quiet, and Solaris had honestly thought that he had passed out. It was only until he could feel two pairs of hands underneath his skull and at the small of his back that he realized that he was still conscious. He attempted to move his head to sit forward, but he felt the most painful jolt ever from his neck down his spine. It made him wheeze and gasp from the shock, and he felt a little bit more blood seep past his lips.

"Woah, woah. Easy there. It's alright."

"Yeah, you're safe. Just take it easy."

Solaris found the two voices (that had a southern drawl to them) to be soothing, especially after getting assaulted by some unnamed mythical being-person-thingy, and then saved miraculously like something out of a horrible chick novel. He couldn't help but feel he heard the voices before, however, and it unnerved him slightly. Before he could put any more thought into that, however, he felt his chest suddenly tighten, and his heartbeat began to actually slow down.

Oh, crap, that can't be good.

"Matt, he's-"

"I know, Jeffro…"

"There has to be somethin' we can do. He doesn't deserve this. No one does."

"I know…"

Solaris tried to keep up with the conversation, but it was quite hard to do so when your body was shutting down permanently. They sounded genuinely concerned for his well being, but Solaris wasn't expecting that to do anything.

At least he wouldn't die alone. That had always been a fear of his ever since he could remember. He did have to wonder, however, if the two men before him could assist him in any way. If these two could help him, why were they hesitating? Did he have to beg, because he had no problem doing so to complete strangers.

He used most of the remaining strength he had left to peel his eyes open. Everything was drastically brighter than before, and his eyes were having a hard time focusing on the two shadows above him. They were kneeling on either side of him, and although he could barely make out their facial features, he could guess that there was concern etched on both of their faces. He could tell that they both had long locks of hair. The one on the left side of him seemed to have black hair. He couldn't quite determine what color the one on the right had, but he had to believe that his eyes were playing tricks on him, giving the mysterious man aqua and blonde hair. He couldn't make out what clothing the two were wearing, but it seemed hardly relevant at the moment. They both had semi-muscular builds, but the one on the right seemed lither, whereas the one on the left had more muscle on his upper body.

Wait a minute…this all seems familiar.

"Hey, kid, what's yah name?" The black haired one asked and cleared the bloodied blonde hair from Solaris' face. Solaris gasped harshly before forcing the words out. He felt he owed at least that to his saviors.

"So-Solaris. Montgomery." He could have sworn he saw the teal-haired one smile as he answered the question. Just in case, he returned a smile of his own, but a small dribble of blood leaked past his lips and cascaded down his chin. If he wasn't living the last moments of his life, he would have been embarrassed by that.

"Well, Solaris, we don't got much time, so we need to ask ya somethin'," the black haired man spoke, his voice low so for their ears only, but soothing nonetheless. The aqua-blonde to his right nodded, the smile still placed on his face. Solaris found it amusing that they would interrogate him in his final moments, but nonetheless, he made a small incline of his head to acknowledge them, shuddering at the sudden chills that rippled through his body. He felt so cold all of a sudden.

"We can help ya, but you'll hafta swear your life to us. We promise that no harm will come to ya ever again," the young man on the right said in an equally soothing voice. He ran his hand that was on Solaris' back in soft circles when he felt the dying boy's shudders.

Now, Solaris had thought these two men to be angels, with their convenient rescue, and their sympathy in his final minutes. But, did angels make you swear your life to them? Solaris wasn't much of a church boy, but that didn't quite sound right. And also, how was he to swear a life to them if he was about to lose it in about another couple minutes?

Solaris, unfortunately, was a very gullible boy. He had always been easy to fool or convince, and it had often been his downfall. He just never learned to stray away from that. So, his gullibility took over for him, and Solaris trusted his slowly beating heart to these two men…wait, what were their names again? He can't exactly swear his life to two guys without catching their names.

The dying young man reached his hands, which he had completely forgotten he even had since he barely felt them anymore, out to the two men on either side of him and cradled their cheeks limply in a gracious and polite gesture. While the black haired one looked genuinely surprised at the movement, the other grasped the boy's hand with his own and held it reassuringly.

"I…I swear…but, who a-are you guys?" Solaris felt that was a legitimate question, and he was surprised he could whisper that out without his windpipe collapsing on him. The two men beside him looked to each other for a fraction of a second, before looking back to Solaris. They both wore smiles so warming, so genuine, as if they were happy to be there for a complete stranger. They both carefully pulled Solaris from the wall and into both their arms simultaneously. Solaris' arms went down beside him, and his eyes widened for the third time that night as he felt himself being embraced warmly by the two.

"We're gettin' to that, Sol," the teal haired one whispered gently in his ear. Solaris shuddered for a completely different reason, now. Very few people used that nickname for Solaris because they just liked how his name sounded, but the choice few that did were all people he held close to his heart. Technically, the way how he was being cradled by the two young men in that instance, Solaris had to say he was being held close to someone's heart.

Irony worked in mysterious ways.

"I, Matthew Moore Hardy…" the young man on the left murmured softly and clutched Solaris with one arm around his right side of his waist.

"And I, Jeffrey Nero Hardy," the man to his left said in a gentle tone, and his arm was one the left side of Solaris' waist.

"Take Solaris Montgomery as our charge, to protect him from further evils, under the divine name of Vincent Kennedy McMahon," the two finished the sentence together. Solaris' ears had only caught bits and pieces of that, and even so, it didn't matter because the poor boy's time against the clock was running out. He was losing consciousness and was no longer able to feel the warmth that the two men holding him were providing. He could feel his body's senses just turning off, like a distressed computer.

The last sensation he felt were two small pricks, one at each side of his neck, for a few moments. Solaris' eyes drifted close, and his mind, which was fuzzy for lack of a better term, was able to determine that both Matthew and Jeffrey were biting him, but not nearly had hard or painful as he had been manhandled before. Matthew even took care to bite him lower than where the first bite had taken place, as to not harm him any more.

'How considerate of him…I guess.' Solaris internally mumbled, but he was too far gone to be sarcastic.

The draining feeling he had received from the first time came back this time, quicker, but he was less alarmed. With his body being drained of its blood, he was dying a less painful death than having to sit there and wait for his lungs to collapse and his heart to stop beating.

They were giving him a mercy killing, and Solaris was more than thankful for that.

As Solaris' heart gave its last few beats, his mind, still the ever-thinking organ, even near death, pieced together something that Solaris probably should have recognized earlier. He had the most amusing last thought before he died.

'Matthew and Jeffrey Har…dy? Vincent McMahon? No. Way…'

Jeff was the first to dislodge his fangs from the boy's neck. He lapped up the excess blood that trickled down his neck with his tongue, then pulled away slowly, still holding the boy. Matt followed suit a second later, even catching the small trail of blood that leaked from Solaris' lips, and the two took a moment to look at the blonde young man that they cradled in their arms.

His azure eyes were closed, and he looked as though he was sleeping peacefully, without a care in the world. His platinum blonde hair was mussed a bit, and bloodied on his left side from a head injury he obtained during his assault. His lips were tinted red and parted barely, as if he had taken a small gasp of air in the last second. His skin was slowly turning the color of ivory, but it was pale even before now. His body was thin, but not malnourished, and yet his calloused hands and slight muscles in his arms and feet told the two that he would have been able to take care of himself just fine…had it been any other type of assailant.

"He looks adorable, don't he?" Jeff spoke softly, smiling, but his eyes were a contrast as they looked sad gazing at the dead boy. He wished this fate on no one, but there was no turning back now. He only hoped they were doing the right thing. Jeff really did want to help the kid.

"Yeah, he does. Don't worry, we'll take care of him." Matt's voice was strong and reassuring, full of a promise that he was making to his brother, and to the new charge he was taking in. He, too, wanted to make sure nothing happened to Solaris ever again, and this was probably the only way to ensure that.

Matt took his hand from behind Solaris' head and gave a sharp bite to his wrist, immediately breaking skin and vein. Jeff did the same with his idle hand and they lowered Solaris down so that his head rested on Matt's knee carefully. They then tilted their bleeding wrists above Solaris' mouth and allowed the rivlets of crimson to slide over his and past his lips.

Unbeknownst to Solaris, and everyone else, two more were to reach a similar fate either at the same moment, or within that same hour.