Title: To Be Without Regret

Rating: PG-13 (will change)

Pairing(s)/Characters: Lita/?, Christy/?, Victoria/Edge, Trish/Jericho; Christian, Randy, Tyson, Batista. Many others appearing.

Disclaimer: I disclaim

Spoilers: None, it's purely A/U

Summary: She believed everything she knew about them, she hated them just like she was supposed to.. And then, everything changed.

Notes: Well, let me start by saying it's a vampire story. I'm very aware that there are many myths, tales and lore regarding vampires so.. I'll be using what I'm most familiar with. Since this is A/U I can blissfully ignore everything I want to.. And I'll clarify who's living and un-dead soon.

New York City, NY, USA

Amy Batista swept her hair back from her face, her forehead etching in confusion as she waited for her younger sister.. Earlier at work, their older brother David had called to let them know they were needed, that it was imperative for her to pick up the youngest of the three siblings... and that she had to go do it now.. And then he had hung up, leaving Amy in a state of confusion and making a quick excuse to her supervisor so she could leave work early.. Just what was so important that they had to pack up and leave? And just where in the hell were they going? Pursing her lips together, Amy leaned back against the car...hazel eyes scanning the courtyard of the private school for any signs of the 18 year old..

"Ames?" Christy Batista blinked, "What's going on?"

"I'm just as much in the dark as you are sis," Amy opened the door for her sister, "All D would tell me was that it was important and that we needed to leave."

Christy tossed her backpack into the back seat, "Where are we going?"

Amy sighed, waiting until they were both buckled in before the car left the curb, "I'm not sure Christy. If I knew more, trust me.. I would tell you more. I'm guessing D knows all of the details at this point."

"It's not mom, is it? I mean, she's overseas and usually we don't have to--"

"Christy Lee, if I knew more I would tell you more.. You know that. I'm sorry for snapping at you but I only know what Dave told me and that wasn't much." Amy chewed on her lower lip as they waited at a red light, quickly stepping on the gas pedal when the light turned green. "Just be prepared for anything, okay?"

"Okay," Christy toyed with a strand of her hair, reaching forwards to turn up the volume on the car radio as the two sisters made their way home.. "Ames?"

"What?"

"You really need to get a car with a better stereo."

Dave Batista crossed his arms, impatience in his dark eyes as he watched for any signs of his two younger sisters.. The phone call he'd received earlier had been nothing short of unsettling..

"It's Tyson.. There have been some complications.. No, I can't go into all of the details... We're being watched.. I'm sending a package with the rest of the information, read over that on the plane. I've already made arrangements for the jet to be waiting. Get the girls and get your asses over here pronto."

Dave ran a hand over his short hair, the package hadn't been any more useful than the phone call.. Just a few newspaper articles, a laptop and a really old journal.

"I'll let Ames pick through that.. or Christy. They have more patience than I do." He shifted his weight from foot to foot, casting a quick glance to his watch before he frowned. "Where the hell are they?"

Christy was out of the car as soon as Amy had parked.. "Dave what's going on?"

He merely thumbed to the house, "Go inside and pack. I'll explain more when we're on the plane."

Amy blinked, "Where are we going?"

Dave shrugged a fraction, "We'll find out when we're on the plane. Now come on, go get your stuff packed so we can go."

Amy glared at her brother's back, following her siblings inside the large house.. "But I'm only on break from work. I have to call and give them a legitimate excuse, plus Christy still has the rest of the semester to finish at school and--"

"Then we'll take care of that when we get to wherever it is we're going and once we know what's going on." Dave settled his hands on his sister's shoulders. "Look Ames, I got a phone call from Ty. He told me we had to go and that we had to leave now. You and Christy can read over the stuff on the plane, but we have got to go."

Amy sighed as she made her way to her room, shaking her head a little as Christy was complaining about having to leave...

"Ames?" Dave leaned against the door frame, "If it helps any.. They said they wouldn't need us unless it was really important. So whatever it is they need us for?"

"It's big," Amy concluded logically, "Really big.. But what about Christy? We're done with training, we've been into the field, we know what we're doing.. She hasn't even completed the last stage of training yet."

"Then we stick together like we always have," Dave sat down on her bed, half assisting his sister with the packing. "Between the two of us and Ty, everything will work out."

Amy half nodded to that, a frown still on her face.. "I hope you're right D."

Dave winked, ruffling his sister's hair as he exited the room. "Just trust me, I'm your big brother... I know everything." He rolled his eyes when Amy arched an eyebrow, "Almost everything." He paused to toss a case at her, "Now hurry up.. We're already late."

Amy rolled her eyes at the door, setting the case on the bed as she continued to pack.. The redhead wanting to believe that everything was going to be alright, that everything would work out but.. What if it didn't? She and Dave knew what they were doing in the field, they'd done this plenty of times before... But Christy hadn't. They'd all decided to put Christy's training on hold until school was finished and while she knew enough... The last stage of training was essential. It could mean the difference between walking away from this unscathed and going home in a body bag.. Amy shook her head, mentally reprimanding herself for even thinking that way.

"Everything will be fine, I just need to--"

"Ames are you done yet?"

"Almost."

"Well hurry it up, Christy and I are waiting and we--"

"Need to go, yes I know that Dave. Just give me a second to make sure I have everything."

Five minutes passed, the redhead just exiting her bedroom when Dave was entering.. The oldest of the three siblings grabbing her suitcases from her. Amy rolling her eyes at her brother's actions as they made their way downstairs, Dave motioning for Amy to grab his car keys... The siblings soon on their way to the airport so they could finally leave.

xxx

Mexico City, Mexico

Tyson Tomko punched one of the lockers, the bald man impatiently waiting for the Batista siblings to get there.. His eyes narrowing slightly at the framed picture on the wall. Damn it all, they'd lost two of their best field agents on top of the other losses.. And to the same group of blood suckers at that. Normally they could just go into the field with no problems, find the nest and eliminate the problem. But this time... This new problem. They were different, more clever, more calculating.. In short, they were the most difficult group they'd yet to deal with. And as much as he didn't want the siblings to get involved, he didn't have any more resources. All of their new recruits were too new to go into the field.. Or they'd had some training.. Enough to prepare them for a fight against the typical case, but.. This new group..

"I'm sorry," He spoke to the picture frame, "I let you both down.. I let my guard down."

The faces of Trish Stratus and Lisa Marie Varon stared back at him, the two women dressed in the standard issue uniform.. Amy Batista standing between them. The three women hadn't been the first to go through the extensive training, but they had been the best.. Part of the Elite, the cream of the crop in the agency. Along with himself, Dave Batista, Randy Orton and Paul Levesque.. They were the Elite...and now two of them were gone.

"Any sign of the Batista siblings yet?"

Tyson shook his head, just catching the frown on Paul's face. "Does it look they've arrived yet?" A beat passed, "Where's Orton?"

Paul thumbed to the hallway, "He's in the training room with that new kid.. Trying to speed up the training process."

Tyson made a face, "And we all know how reckless Orton can be in the field, is it really such a good idea to let him take over training?"

The blond man smiled tightly, "He's the only one who's qualified to train him. Amy and Dave aren't here yet and Shane went back to the main headquarters to stock up on supplies."

"I'm qualified."

"And you've already tried to kill him, so you can't train him."

Tyson held up his hands in mock defense, "I was teaching him a few things that are essential. Not my fault he couldn't take it."

Paul arched an eyebrow, "We know full well they don't deal with guns, so almost shooting him point blank? That's not valid training."

"You obviously haven't dealt with some of them then.. Because that one crew in Tokyo attacked us with guns. We have to be prepared for anything." Tyson opened his mouth to say more when an image on the video monitor caught his eye. "Finally. I'll have them meet us in the main briefing room. We know how Amy can be if she doesn't have the chance to get settled."

Paul grimaced, "She's almost as bad as.."

"Yeah." Tyson sent another look to the picture on the wall, grabbing a t-shirt before leaving the locker room. "Send Orton up when he's done."

Christy blinked as they walked into the compound, from the outside it had looked like any house.. Or any mansion really. But inside.. "Why are we here?"

Dave nodded to one of the doors, "Tyson will tell us when he gets up here."

Amy let out a low whistle, "They've done good with this place.. It was an absolute dump when they first got their hands on it."

Dave smirked, "Well when Paul Levesque and Shane McMahon are in charge of the build? Please Ames, it has to meet their high standards."

Amy grinned, "Which means everything will be top notch.. Right down to the training facilities."

"You three just got here and you're already thinking about training?" Tyson smirked, "You really have changed, Amy."

"And you haven't changed a bit," the older of the two redheaded sisters commented. "Where is everyone?"

Tyson hesitated, "I'll fill you all in on the details when Orton is done training the new kid." He pointed to the main staircase, "All of the bedrooms are on the second floor. One's on the right side of the hallway have already been picked, left side is free."

Dave shot him a suspicious look, "What are we dealing with?"

"I'll give you all of the details when everyone else is ready," Tyson skirted around the issue again. "Now go on, the sooner you get settled the sooner we can get down to business."

Amy studied the bald man's face for a moment, trying to look for any signs.. Heading for the staircase with her siblings, she paused.. "It's too quiet here."

Tyson managed a smile, "Just go unpack."

She half nodded to that, linking arms with her sister as they followed behind their older brother.. Trish, Lisa, Paul and Shane were usually there to greet them.. An unsettling feeling in Amy's stomach as they navigated through the hallway. Something just wasn't right.

Sometime later... The Batista siblings, Paul and Tyson were in the briefing room waiting for the arrival of Randy Orton and the new kid..

"Pain in my ass," Randy stated as he walked into the room, "It's been awhile."

"Mental midget!" Amy returned with a grin, "Not long enough in my opinion."

Randy rolled his eyes, motioning for the new kid to step forwards. "This is John Cena, he's finishing up the last stages of training with me." He then motioned between the siblings. "That's Dave, Amy and Christy Batista."

Paul cleared his throat, "Amy and Dave are in the Elite. Christy just needs to finish the last stage of training."

"And since we're all here," Tyson stood once Randy and John had taken a seat. "Let's begin this briefing." He waited for Paul to dim the lights, a picture appearing on the projector screen.. "That building is where we were working.. Up until a few nights ago, everything was fine." He pressed a button on the projector machine. "As you can see from the slide, we got ambushed."

Dave held up a hand, "And just how many are we dealing with?"

Tyson frowned, "The usual lackeys, canon fodder, and they have their own top guys.. Like our Elite."

"Speaking of Elite," Amy tapped her fingers on the table. "Where's Lisa and Trish?"

Tyson inwardly sighed, walking to the light switch to turn the lights back on.. "Usual formation.. Myself, Trish and Lisa taking the lead... I didn't see them before they were on us.. We got split up and.."

"They're gone," Amy finished softly, "Lisa and Trish are gone."

"I'm sorry Amy," Tyson avoided her hazel gaze, "I wanted to go back and look for them but I couldn't. Shane ordered the retreat."

Amy nodded slowly, "It wasn't your fault Ty, I know the hazards of going into the field." She pushed away from the table, "If I could be excused please?"

Paul nodded shortly, "I think we'll save everything else for tomorrow. Let you three get a good night's sleep and all of that. We'll talk about everything in detail after breakfast."

The briefing room emptied, Amy heading back upstairs to her temporary bedroom.. The unsettling feeling in her stomach replaced.. Her two best friends were gone. And they didn't have any idea as to where they had gone. Of course she didn't blame Tyson for what happened, she knew full well ... Even with the buddy system in place, nothing was absolutely fool proof in the field. She would never blame one of her own, instead.. She blamed whatever they were fighting this time.. She blamed them.. It was always them. They were the reason she and her siblings had even bothered to seek out the agency. First they had taken her father, then they had taken her aunt.. And now, they'd taken two more important people in her life. Fighting back the tears that were threatening to spill, Amy punched the wall.. They were going to pay and they were going to pay in full for everything that they had taken from her.