Wanted Blood
Summary: Blood feuds. Vampires. A score that needs to be settled. That's nothing compared to what's coming: Gehenna. OC/OC, HHH/OC, Taker/OC, Kane/OC with mentions of Steph/Hunter, Shane/Marissa. Rated M. AU
Prologue
Los Angeles, California, 1952- 6:14PM
The setting sun on Hollywood Boulevard lit up the northern sky like the fourth of July, sending a passionate orange glow over the serene coastal city. Cars drove past, honking at passing people as they headed towards the inner city ice-cream parlors and dances, while women in their finest dresses walked the streets. One woman in particular stood on the corner, leaning against a sign, her dress cut above her knee instead of below it. To the casual observer she looked as if she was waiting for someone, but to those who'd seen her before, she was most definitely a prostitute, working the streets for that pay-check she couldn't get any other way.
A car pulled up to the curb, its sides blasted with that familiar black with red-and-orange-flames paint-job that the woman knew all too well. She placed her hands on her hips and popped her weight to the side, watching as a black haired man and two blonds stepped from the car. The blonde prostitute smirked.
"Hello Shane," she said, her voice a harsh sneer. Shane smirked at her.
"Hello, whore. You owe me something, Amy." He pulled her close and held her arms tight, an angry sneer in his voice.
Amy smirked and shoved him away. "You didn't pay me, asshole."
Shane sneered and gestured to one of his friends, shoving the young prostitute into the alley beside the seedy bar. She fell to the ground and landed in a puddle, staining her satin white dress with the greenish-gold goop. She shook her head, looking up at her assailant, her eyes narrowing as Shane's friend, the older blond she'd been introduced to as Marko, leaned on the handle of a steel shovel.
"What's that for?" she asked, her voice cracking halfway through. Shane smirked and leant down to grasp her chin between his thumb and finger, holding tightly.
"You either give me what I want-" his cock stuffed down her throat "-or I bash your head in."
Amy blinked for a second, then shook her head, her wispy blonde curls flinging all over the place. Shane took the shovel from Marko and swung back, hitting her in the side of the face. She fell to the ground, her vision blurred with stars and flashes of lightening. Her world began to fade as Shane swung again, clocking her in the temple. Blood began gushing from her forehead as she crumpled to the ground in agony, being beaten to death with a shovel.
Amy awoke a few hours later. She had absolutely no idea how long she'd been unconscious, but only a blurred silhouette came into her view, so she'd clearly taken a nasty thrashing from the assholes.
The figure crouched in front of her and rested a hand on her bleeding arm. The smell of expensive cologne wafted through the air and she figured her savior was male. She tried to move but her body screamed in protest and sent agonizing waves of pain through her body.
"Don't move," came that suave, sophisticated voice. It sounded rough, well used, yet laced with velvet. "You'll only die faster."
"Wh-who are y-you?" Amy managed to get out before she was silenced by warmth running up her arm. The man gently soothed her by trailing his hand up her arm.
"I am no-one, but you're about to be saved."
And her world went black once more.
A.N: Some of you who are a fan of the White Wolf fandom will recognize a few names in here. AT least I think its called White wolf… Eh. Anyway, the names you don't recognize (Xander, Chanty, Narcissa, Carla, Melina and Callie) belong to me, Hunter, Mark and Kane all belong to WWE, and Sebastian LaCroix, Beckett, Nines Rodriguez, Smiling Jack, Damsel, Jeanette, Velvet, Ash, Mercurio and Heather, and dear Ming Xiao belong rightfully to the creators of Vampire The Masquerade: Bloodlines. I own nothing. Also, NOT A CROSS OVER! Just putting that out there. I'm using the characters yes but not the plot-line. Tootles!