Past's present.

A continuation from Hidden Powers, secrets are now revealed as the Past comes back to those in the WWE locker room. Question is… what is it?

Chapter 1- Bitten

It happened at a bar, in a cold winter's night, I don't know how exactly it happened… but it just did. I was sitting by myself with a gorgeous woman approached me, nothing out of the ordinary, I was but a young buck and she was a fine doe. Next thing I knew, she lured me out of the bar… biggest mistake of my life. I was taken into an alleyway where she began to kiss me and lick my neck. The next thing I knew, she was thrown off to the side and some dark shadow like creature came. Tore into my neck, yet… gave me blood in return. The girl was killed before my eyes once I noticed what she really was, a ghoul out to feed her master. I had become the new puppet; it preferred the blood of women than men… so I was his servant.

It was two hundred years ago when that happened, I soon found myself hunting for this monster and feeding my own twisted needs. Blood was the answer for me, however… I did my damnest to never take an innocent life. I tried to find a low life, usual a rapist or murderer, they were few and far between, I didn't want to catch any in the act of their crime, sadly that's how I did manage to snag them as my prey. On more than on occasion did I stare down at a dying young woman, all the pain she had to endure before I got there. I managed to save but a few of them… yet some have died in my arms… I will never forget that. I gained magical powers from sorcerers that I happened to have fed from, and it grew every time I drank from one of them. It was unintentional, yet when they are willing to take an innocent life, it's their own damn fault!

It would be on a faithful night, just over ten years ago I would say when I was on the hunt again, this time, my creator had joined me in search of a fresh meal, his eyes came apone a rather large man, one I had never seen before however have heard of. He made his move and attempted to lure him into an alley, when really, my master was the one lured.

I followed, sensing something horrible to come of this event, once I made it to the alley, did I see the stranger with my master's neck in his mouth! He paused the moment he saw me, and threw my creator's body to the ground. He still lived. "If you want to take back you life, and live the way you want to live it. You will take the rest of his blood," the stranger told me. He spoke sincere words to me, and I did as he said. I killed the bastard that turned me. And soon found myself with great power I never knew existed. Yet it also left me to wonder, where do I go from here? The stranger approached me with a smile. "You were nothing like him, perhaps I can help you friend" his hand reached out to me, "My name is Bret… Bret Hart"

"Mark" was all I was able to utter.

"Tell me then Mark, did you know there are other ways to feed?"

Such a concept was unknown to me! Bret took me into a new world, I became a wrestler and learned from him, learned how to feed off of the crowd's energy be good or bad! There was so much there I could take what I needed without harming any mortal there. Blood was obtained whenever available, and yet the day he left the business, I felt alone…

I decided to seek out others like me, I learned later through McMahon that he was searching for those of… different blood; it took me a while to trust him. But once I began to see everyone for who they really were, I went along with it.

It as a cold day in Tennessee, I remember it like it was yesterday. I had been walking along when I heard howls of pain and anger fill the sky… then blood wafting in the air. Rushing towards the sound, I ran into Kane's mate, her daughters and Kane's son clutched in her arms. They were wounded and bleeding badly, the look of fear on their faces just sent me into action. I found Kane battling thirty men, he too was wounded and battered. I know damn well he could have taken them all at full health, but when I saw a little ones… that didn't make it on the ground… I knew his heart wasn't into the fight.

I slaughtered the men, and drank their blood, but most escaped my wrath. Kane collapsed before me; I took him to Vince, him and his whole family…

Every eye batted at me in great interest, no one could say a word as I continued on with my story. "I wish I had arrived earlier… perhaps… I could have done more. I never forgave myself…"

"It wasn't your fault, we went through this" growled Kane. The memory bothered him greatly.

I moved on with the story, I met the Hardy Boys when they first came to the WWE, and learned of their fantastic talents that I never knew existed. "I didn't know how to resist sunlight until I met the Hardys, they taught this old dog a new trick no?" I smirked. Matt and Jeff smiled and nodded. "But it was from then on… that I vowed to bring justice to Kane's family, to Kratos' fallen siblings, by any means. I have killed ten of the original thirty that attack his kin… I have many more to go, but they will all feel my fangs!" I hissed and bared them out of anger. A blood vow was what I made, which means, not matter what happens; I will complete my vow or die trying. "That's my past, sketchy as it maybe… that's all I can share about it. I have done things I am no proud of, I freely admit that."

Kratos and Sage listened full heartedly, she had since recovered from the loss of blood by my fault I might add. However I watched how close she and Kratos have become, nearly inseparable. Which was wonderful news to Kane's ears.

"Who wants to go next?" I asked.

"I will Taker, it's about time some of you know of my family" Snitsky announced.