Hey there! Welcome to my second Wrestling fan-fiction! :) This one is going to be an AU fic that is set in Victorian England, which means that they get to dress in tail Coats, wear top hats and drink tea! XD Being a proud Brit myself that lives in London in 2011, I'm going to name a few places in London in this fic which I assume were there back in the Victorian time period but if I do make any errors please forgive me! D: Even though the story is set in Victorian England the wrestlers are going to appear how they appear to be in the last few months of 2010 but of course are going to be clad in Victorian clothing. XD

BTW I kinda based this fan-fiction off the song 'Lies' By Evanescence. It's an AWESOME song and I really recommend that you give the song a listen and listening to it while reading this fic will be nice, that is if you could read while listening to music which was something that took me forever to get used to! XD

One more thing, for those of you who are reading my other fan-fiction, 'Captive, My eyes through another's' I am writing the next chapter as we speak, I just had the plot bunny for this fic for quite some time and I just had to get it written down. I'll try to update both these fics evenly and try not to update one more than the other because that won't be fair! D: Anyway, on with the story!

Rating: M

Pairings: Cena/Randy but more could be possible.

Warnings: Slash, violence, vampirism, dark themes and Man sex.

Disclaimer: I don't own the WWE or any of its sexy wrestlers! No way am I intending this fic going to be derogatory to them in any way! ^^


Lies

Chapter 1.

Central London, England 1879.

The deafening, low ringing bell sound of London's Big Ben rang in his ears. It was Midnight. The harsh biting cold rain spattered onto the floor and all over his broken body. He stumbled on the wet floor that glistened under the lights which illuminated from the houses beside him. No one was around, not a single soul passed the dark streets of London, not even a single carriage scraped across… Everyone was asleep, which was something he should have been doing right now. The night was dark and the wind was icy and it bit at his wounds, making the discomfort feel a hell of a lot worse.

So much pain…

Blood poured out the wound on his stomach and all his other wounds around his lean body were bleeding as well. His black and white, dirty clothes were torn and tattered and the blood from the wounds only mixed with the rain as it dripped to the floor and as each droplet seeped out, the more of his precious strength left him…

You're no longer needed…

Tears started leaking from his now lifeless blue-green eyes but the tears were only swallowed by the heavy droplets of rain that fell onto his tanned face. He sobbed quietly as he limped, his hand now bloody as he clutched the wound on his stomach. He was hurt all over, his stomach was bleeding uncontrollably, his eye was cut and the wound travelled from his forehead to his jaw and he pretty much had cuts on most parts of his body including his legs and his arms.

You're pathetic…I don't even know why you even attempt to still live when you know that your life is just a living hell…

He fell to his knees, his strength was running dry very fast and he couldn't walk anymore. He coughed and blood trickled from his mouth and down his chin. The rain still fell on him persistently and his shredded clothes or what was left of them clung to his muscular body. Tears still streamed from his handsome face as he sat on the ground on his knees, heaving and choking. This was it…he knew that it would all end someday, he didn't know whether to be upset that his life was ending or be happy that his misery in this world would finally end. He fell to the ground, his cut cheek connecting with the wet, dirty ground and he just laid there, the rain still beating hard on him. Trails of crimson liquid were starting to come out of his body and grew longer as the rain showered down.

You have always been useless to me anyway…You're lucky I have a conscience. That was the only reason why I kept you…

His eye lids started falling, covering his now transparent aqua eyes. The cold rain trickled down his face as he laid there…he didn't expect anyone to help him…that was what the harsh streets of London were like and there wasn't a thing he could do to change that. His status in it was probably like dirt, or perhaps lower. He was always treated like dirt so if his status in England was at the same level as dirt he wouldn't be surprised.

No one loves you…no one has ever did…

Everything went black around him as he drifted off into a slumber that he knew that he wouldn't wake up from.


John Cena hid behind an alley way, his fingers wrapped around a pure silver gun. He was out of breath…his chest was quickly rising and falling as he sucked in the musty air. The rain that sprayed from the sky was soaking his expensive black and white waist coat but he didn't care, the only thing that he worried about right now was the creature he tried to capture.

He heard quick footsteps rush past him and he jumped out of the alley way before rolling on the cold ground. He quickly noticed his prey scurry away and he pointed his gun towards it and pulled the trigger. He watched as the bullet whizzed through the air and struck his victim in the chest. He squinted as his prey burst into flames, its body shooting large rays of light as it disintegrated into black dust. John smiled in accomplishment before shoving his silver gun into his pocket. He dusted his shirt but then frowned in annoyance when he noticed he had mud all over it. No matter, he knew that he had plenty of the same coats back at his mansion and he could easily just discard the one he wore for a new one.

He slowly approached his prey which was now a small a pile of black dust. His black, shiny expensive shoes clicked on the hard floor as he approached it. He knelt down beside it and his white gloved hand gently picked up the dust before dropping it down again. His smile of accomplishment only grew wider as he watched the small particles slide past his hand and landing on the wet floor.

"Another vampire down…" He said to himself before picking himself up and looking up at the dark sky. The rain hadn't receded yet and it certainly showed no signs of stopping. He sighed, he had always hated rain, especially when he had to go out to hunt vampires. Rain had always made his job in catching vampires harder because the blood sucking creatures always preferred moisture and it usually made them faster or stronger.

He turned around, his back facing the pile of dust and he started walking, heading back to his mansion and call it a day. He reached into his black trouser pocket and pulled out his golden pocket watch and glanced at it to find that the time was half past midnight. He just had to call it a day. He was pretty tired and just wanted to go to bed. He usually stayed up much longer to hunt vampires, but the heavy rain was only slowing him down and the way it wet his clothes and made it cling to his skin only frustrated him. He pulled a face of disgust as he pulled at his clothes, he really needed to get home so he could change into his warm and dry pyjamas and get to sleep.

The citizens of Westminster London were all gone. No one dared to walk the streets at this hour because dangers such thieves, pickpockets, murderers, prostitutes and of course vampires always lingered in the area. Not to mention that the rain was heavy and thunder and lightning boomed through the city. As soon as everyone noticed the rain fall, they had all scampered back to their houses to seek shelter…well the lucky ones did anyway. Some people were not so lucky, like the vagabonds who still crawled around the streets when the rain fell because they had no home. Personally John pitied all of the homeless, but he knew he couldn't do anything about it because there were just too many of them in London and he just couldn't help all of them. John was a really kind man and he simply adored helping people, but when the numbers were large he just couldn't do anything so the least he could do was rid the streets of dangerous vampires and stop them from getting easy prey.

Suddenly a small sound struck his sensitive ears and he stopped walking. He tried perking his ears up to hear what is was but all he could hear was the sound of the rain droplets pattering on the concrete. He still tried listening harder and he heard it again. It sounded like a whine of pain, he didn't know whether it was coming from an animal or a person. He tried believing that it was an animal because he knew that cats always trotted around the city in the night but there was something about the sound that made his curiosity take over his body. He followed the sound but pulled out his silver gun just in case it was another vampire or a threat. He took slow calculating steps as he approached the source of the sound, his dark, shiny shoes padding on the wet pavement, holding his gun out in front of him. He gasped when he realised what it was, and it was certainly not a dying animal or a vampire.

It was a person.

He quickly ran towards the person and he quickly slapped his hand over his mouth. The source of the whining was an injured man. Blood was seeping out of him in large quantities and it left large trails of crimson on the dark glistening concrete. The fallen man was lying on his side and his eyes were closed. His skin was a nice tanned colour but it was darkened because his face was caked with dirt and marred with cuts and bruises. John thought he appeared rather handsome if it wasn't for all the grime that ruined his pretty face. He had a large gash on his left eye which started at the top of his forehead and ended at his jaw. He appeared to be unconscious but the occasional mewl left his lips as he laid there.

John immediately noticed the large wound on the man's stomach and saw all the red liquid seep out of it. He knew that it was definitely a fatal wound and the man couldn't hold on to life much longer. John had always pitied people but this time his pity on this man was a lot stronger and that feeling only escalated when he looked at the man's face. John saw that his clothes were barely there anymore because they were torn so much. He knew that now that he discovered the man, he just couldn't leave him here and he would make a tasty meal for the vampires that roamed around London.

He looked at the large wound on the man's stomach and the man's face was paling as every drop of blood leaked out of the wound. John knew it was a little too late now, if he took the man back to his mansion he would probably just die by the time he had made it judging by the speed of the blood leaving his body…

There was only one thing left to do if he wanted to save his life…

John leaned into the fallen man's body, his head going towards his neck. He knew that he shouldn't be doing this but he just had to, as soon as he set eyes on the dying chap he just fell into a trance, there was something about the handsome man that he liked and he surely didn't want to waste it. He opened his mouth and let his canines extend to sharp white fangs, he closed his eyes as he leaned in closer to the man's neck before gently sinking the fangs through the delicate skin. As carefully as he could he sucked, not wanting to suck too much blood or else the man would just die then and there. He slowly pulled away before gliding his tongue through the bite mark, soothing it so no more blood would leak out.

He quickly noticed that the man's wound on his stomach was already starting to close up and then eventually…no more blood seeped out. John smiled at himself for the second time that night before sliding his arms under the man's body and picking him up bridal style. He was surprised at how heavy the man actually was but when he looked down at him he noticed that underneath the grimy, shabby clothes there was actually quite a bit of muscle, though he was still quite thin.


Cena had finally made it back to his mansion, the man in his huge, bulky arms. He was immediately greeted by two maids in black and white dresses and they both bowed respectively towards him, but then both their eyes widened in unison when they noticed the bundle in John's arms.

"Oh my goodness, is he alright?" One of them asked as she hesitantly approached John, reaching out towards the heap in his arms. John took a few steps back.

"He's fine and it's alright, you do not need to take care of him, I'll do that myself." John explained and the maid's face twisted in confusion but then she quickly nodded.

"Of course sire, if you require any help please ask. It seems that you might need it if you are willing to cleanse him." She gestured towards the man in John's arms but John only nodded before turning his back on both maids.

"Very well, can one of you please prepare a nice hot bath for our little friend? He's certainly going to need it." John requested before walking up the stairs towards his room. Both maids bowed before running up the stairs towards the one of the many large bathrooms John owned.

John kicked open the large door of his very spacious but fully furnished bedroom. The ceiling was high and a large golden chandelier hung on the ceiling. Dark maroon arm chairs and sofas littered the room and a small fire place was placed to the left side of the door. The windows were shut tightly and the curtains were drawn to prevent the cold from the outside from getting in. The walls around him were painted a dark grey colour and the lights were turned off, however a few large candles sat on the desk beside the fire place and that was the only source of light other than the fire place.

He walked into the room, his now sock clad feet scraping over the decorated plush carpet. He could hear the sound of the bath running as he strolled in and he closed the door behind him with his foot. He walked towards his four poster bed and tenderly laid the injured man on it, he ignored the way the wet dirt already spread through the thick sheets as soon as he dropped him but he didn't care, the maids would just change it anyway. After he laid the broken man down, his dark blue eyes only lingered on his body as he stared at him. He seemed a little calmer now and his breathing was starting to turn steady as if he was asleep. The cuts on his body were completely closed up now but the small ones on his face and legs were still there and still a bright red colour. Despite the man's filthy state, John couldn't help but smile at himself, the man truly was a handsome specimen and he looked more content now and that only made John feel really good inside. Even though John felt good inside, a little voice was tugging at the back of his mind and screamed at him for biting the man and transforming him into a vampire just to save his life. John knew that he truly shouldn't be creating more vampires despite him being a vampire hunter, but he couldn't help it, it wasn't like him to just leave someone to die in the streets. Now that he thought about it…what had caused the man to almost die? Whoever did it, John was almost sure that they fully intended to kill the man. It was probably another murderer, John knew that the streets of London weren't a very nice place, especially during the night. When the man woke up John was definitely going to tell him not to go out in the night again, but then again the man was probably another homeless person and accidentally got caught up with the thugs that dawdled in the streets.

A knock to the door dragged John out of his thoughts. His head snapped up and he turned to the door and muttered, "Come in!"

A maid pushed open the door shyly and poked her head out and she smiled.

"The bath is ready sire, please come when you are." She said quietly and she slipped back behind the door. John nodded and he turned back towards the man and gently started removing what was left of his clothes. He had to suck in a breath when he noticed how stunning the man's naked physique was. Not only was his dirt caked skin actually a nice tanned colour, but he had semi thick muscles on his arms and a very attractive six pack which rose and fell as he breathed each shaky breath. His legs were just to die for, his thighs were large and very toned. John couldn't stop his eyes from roaming all over the man's naked body…and then his eyes landed on the man's dick. Out of all the ones he had seen every time he had visited a public bath (which was very rare) he had never seen one so big before beside his own…he mentally slapped himself, he should be helping the man and get him cleaned up, not check him out! He shook his head as he again scooped the man up in his arms and carried him into the large bathroom beside his room…


Thankies so much for reading! Please, please review and tell me what you think! It would be nice if you tell me if you like this fic so I can see if I should continue with it or not. :)