Chapter 1

Why do McMahons have to complicate things?

Oh, I suppose an introduction is needed. Very well. I am Miss Lee, author of a vampire series that has done quite well if I do say so myself. I was recently approached by Vince McMahon on a cross promotion, naturally I was curious to his offer and was quick to meet him at Titan Towers. Mr. McMahon was rather informative and explained that he was interested in my book series, he offered me air time as well as a future understanding if I had need for any WWE talent.

Well, now that he mentions it.

"I am very interested in some of the talent you have in the locker room, for perhaps movie roles down the line. But currently, I could use book models as well as make a list of possible talent for later use."

Vince was rather startled to my tone. "You already have a list in mind, don't you?" he said.

"I do, but I would like to see the talent up close if you don't mind. No offence to you sir, but there are different sides to the WWE superstars when a camera isn't on them."

"Don't I know it." Vince said with a slight chuckle. From there he slid a contract in front of me. I carefully read it over and took note of various clauses to be aware of. One, I am certain will be very useful to me later. With it signed, we shook hands and I made my way out of Titan towers. I crossed paths with Stephanie and Triple H. The two didn't even look down let alone notice me walk by them.

No matter, they will know of me soon enough.

Naturally, be an optimistic, I assumed the locker room would be open and friendly to someone like me. I didn't think there would be any problems.

But, when I got to Raw, there were many problems.

I was walked by the talent and production crew. It was as if I didn't even exsist to them, fair enough though. I am a new face and perhaps they have far more important matters to attend to then to see if I needed guidance around the locker room. I honestly thought Mr. McMahon told them of my presence and arrival, nonetheless, I figured the best thing to do would be to search for Stephanie and Triple H.

Security however took notice of me, and quickly thwarted my attempts of getting anywhere near them. Despite my countless attempts to explain that I was expected, but none of them believed me. I was just a fair-weather fan looking for an autograph in their mind. "Look, do you or don't you want me to see the talent for possible movie roles?" I demanded aloud in frustration.

Suddenly, a door opened. Stephanie came out of her office, on her cellphone. "No Dad, I haven't seen them. You said they would be here tonight"

"Stephanie!" I said aloud.

She didn't even lift her head to look at me. Countless times I called out to her until I got under her skind. She finally blurted out. "What?!"

"I'm the person you are looking for, your father speaks of me right now. Doesn't he?" I asked.

Luckily, Vince could hear my voice and confirmed to Stephanie I was the one she was looking for. Stephanie hung up her phone before she turned her full attention on me. "About time you got here. Security, let her in."

I was brought into the room. Stephanie regained her composure after I accidently angered her. She smiled and place out her hand. "I'm Stephanie, my Husband will be joining us shortly. So, dad tome me you would be coming. Miss…" she trailed off as she gave a rather confused look to me.

Great, she knew I was coming, but still has no idea who I am.

I opened my mouth to speak, when Triple H walked in. "Stephanie, where are those sheets on tonight's matches…" he paused and stared at me. "Another fan got backstage?"

"No, she is here on a possible talent scout for a movie. Also she is someone rather important, dad approached her." Said Stephanie.

"Oh, good." Said Hunter as he was taken back by the news. "Excuse me a moment." And left the room once more.

"Look, I just want to have a quick look at the roster and see who catches my eye." I said.

"You're a little young to be a talent scout, aren't you?"

I smiled. "I'm not exactly a talent scout, I'm the…"

"Alright, everything is in order. What's going on?" asked Hunter.

This grew rather frustrating.

Before I could speak again, Stephanie did. "She is here to scout out the locker room. I think we have just the talent you are looking for."

I didn't get the chance to speak again, as the two led me through the halld. I barely saw anyone of interest. They brought me before Randy Orton who was speaking with the Shield. Stephanie smiled and said. "These four should be the ones you wish to see."

"Thanks, but..."

"Wait until you see them in action." Said Hunter.

This was going to be a long night.

#

I spent the better part of the day, listening to Randy Orton and the Shield speak of their victories. I wasn't here for them. Luckily for me, the four were easily distracted. Something caught the attention of the Shield, they excused themselves from the table and left. Randy got a sudden phone call and walked out of the room to answer it in private.

I was alone until a hand came onto my shoulder. Looking up, I saw Daniel Bryan. He waved me out of the room, we snuck out through a different door and into a separate hallway. "I swear, you were inches away from being board to death." Said Bryan.

"Good call."

He then looked at me oddly. "They have no idea who you are, do they?"

"Not a clue…" I paused and looked to Bryan. "But you do?" I asked.

"Miss Lee, author of my current favorite vampire series. I got all your books on my IPad."

"Sweet"

"So, that beings up the question. Why would you be here?"

I was about to tell him why, when I suddenly shuttered. I got this sensation any time someone peered over my shoulder. Turning around, I saw something fleet from the corner of my eye. "We're being watched." I whispered.

Bryan looked about. He didn't see anyone, but believed we were being looked upon. "Another time, ok? Keep up the great work" I said to him.

I went back to the catering room, the moment I sat down again, Orton returned. She smiled and hung up his phone in front of me. "Sorry about that, I'm a very busy man as you can see."

"Oh yeah, the demand for you is really high" I said sarcastically.

I gently slapped the table with both hands. "You know what, this has been great and all. But I need to speak with Stephanie and Triple H again. You see, I came with a list…"

Orton's look suddenly soured. "A list? You came with a list? Then why the hell have I been wasting my time with you?"

"I wonder the same thing. Look, no one is letting me explain why I am even here." I stood up from my chair. "Do you know who I am?" I asked as gently as I could. I didn't want to sound rude, but my question was sincer.

Orton rolled his eyes. "Does it matter?" he said bitterly.

"HEY!" we both turned to see Stephanie standing in the room. She appeared rather upset about something. She pointed to me, and gave me a stern finger wag to follow her. I followed her in silence back to the office. She turned and slammed the door rather abruptly. "What the hell was that about? You spoke to Daniel Bryan! We don't want you associating with him!"

I rolled my eyes. "He at least knows my name and who I am. You have yet to ask me!" I snapped back.

Stephanie crossed her arms as she gave a coy grin. "Miss Lee, currently writing the most popular vampire series."

"Glad someone told you."

"What makes you think someone told me this?" she demanded.

"Because, someone was watching and listening to the conversation I had with Daniel Bryan." I paused and thought about what I just said. "I got a pretty good idea who it was too that tipped you off. Well, you know who I am and sort of why I am here. Which brings us to this, what are you and Triple H going to do to assist me?"

Her smile widened. "Depends on what you want, and what we want."

"Wait, what you want?" I said. "I spoke to your father, we have an agreement!"

"You have an agreement with him, not with us." She said rather spitefully.

Triple H came into the room from the other doorway. He smiled, knowing what took place in his absence. "Now, about our needs from you." He said.

"What could I have that you two want?"

"Funny you should mention that. With your series being as popular as it is, we want you to make a vampire based off of Randy Orton, and put him into your series. A new leading vampire if you will." Said Stephanie.

I must have given the two the most confused and yet disgusted look I could muster. "Are you kidding me?" I demanded. "do you even READ my books, my vampires don't just pop up at will, there is a truth and powerful story to each of them."

"So, make one up for Randy and we will approve of it if we like it." Said Triple H.

"Hell no!" I snapped back. "I am here to scout out possible talent if the book is made into a movie, that's all, that's it. I have a list!" I paused to calm myself down. "Sad to tell you this, but Orton isn't on it."

Hunter stared at me. "Well, who is?"

I never write down my list, but so far, I have had a name on there ever since I could remember writing this series. "The Undertaker, but I only have need of his voice."

The two exchanged a look, before staring back to me. "He's off limits to you." Stephanie said venomously.

"Did you not read the contract I signed with Vince McMahon?" I asked.

"You didn't read the fine print." Said Stephanie. "You can stay here as long as you like in the WWE. But I warn you, make the right kind of friends Miss. Lee. You'll need them."

"You can bring all your little imaginary friends with you!" Hunter said sarcastically.

He will regret those words.