Crushing on a Werewolf: Crossroads
Warning: Language, violence, various supernatural themes and slash content.
Disclaimer: Thankfully for them, I don't own WWE or any assets of it. Because I know just exactly what would be happening if I did…
Summary: John Cena's picked more than he asked for by going out with high school jock Randy Orton, who happens to be a werewolf. With the secrets of Randy's skeletons getting yanked out of the closet, what will this entail for the two?
This is the sequel to Crushing on a Werewolf. Be sure, if you haven't already, to check that story out before attempting to read this and thanks in advance!
1 – Scar
"Don't fight this, Johnny, soon you'll be with me…"
White walls. An irritating beeping sound. Sounds of paced walking in the hallway.
Where the hell was I?
As I began to come to, everything went white. It was almost painful how white it was.
"That is going to leave one hell of a scar."
Other people are near? That sounded like Daniel.
"It looks horrible, and it completely counterbalances his complexion."
Eve? Were all my friends here?
"Shut up, I think he's coming to?"
Evan's voice, indefinitely.
Suddenly, the ability to speak, which I believe had been lost some time ago, returned.
"Guys?" I whimpered, sounding much more masculine than I would have liked to.
"Yeah, John, we're here," Eve's soft-spoken voice was extremely soothing. I inched myself up on my elbows, despite experiencing quite a bit of pain.
"Take it easy, John!" Beth came shuffling into the hospital room, double cheeseburger clutched in hand. "Are you trying to kill yourself?"
"I feel like I'm already dead, to be honest."
"It's great you're awake, buddy," Daniel smirked, a small gash above his eye.
"Whoa, what happened, guys?" I asked, looking at everyone and then at my scar. "And where did this scar come from?"
"Well," Beth started. "It's a long story…"
"Especially for us," Eve added, straightening her hair nervously. You could always tell when Eve was either nervous or unsure of something when she tried to straighten her hair with her hands. Her hair was naturally curly so attempting to straighten it was a waste of time.
"What do you mean?" I asked. I wish someone would fucking tell me what the hell happened!
Daniel turned towards the door and the hallway. "I think someone's coming this way," he announced quietly.
"John…"
And there he stood; his skin somehow more radiant than the sun and his eyes more sharp than a dagger. Everyone cleared the way between the two of us, and he made his way to my bed almost instantaneously. No words were spoken for a few seconds as we exchanged longing glances. Next thing I knew, he'd started kissing me.
Perhaps I started getting ahead of myself; my heart monitor started beeping erratically.
"Try not to kill my best friend," Evan shouted from the back of the room.
Randy kissed me for a couple more seconds; he slowly retreated back to the side of my bed, holding my hand. "How are you feeling?"
"Well now that you're here, I'm fine," I replied. Then I suddenly uttered an 'OW' and felt the gash on my arm. Who was I kidding? This shit hurt!
Well, Journal, my mom brought me you from the house, and I hope she hasn't been reading you. I don't think she has, though; she always was a stickler for respecting privacy. Anyway, the hospital let me out ahead of time; they just bandaged me up and prescribed me some meds, so I think I'll be fine. My arm still hurts like hell, and would you believe after all that time, no one bothered to explain what happened to me? I'm kind of pissed right now about that. Really, I think I just want to go home and rest.
Randy turned and drove and blasted the radio nonchalantly as we rode around town to get to my house, and I knew he was doing it on purpose. I don't know why he was doing it, but he was. And it was pissing me off. Now that I think about it, it's probably because he doesn't want to tell me what happened the other night. Well that's too bad; he's going to anyway, because I'm going to make him tell me one way or another.
"Randy!"
He stopped the truck dead in its tracks; his eyes not wavering from beyond the windshield.
"What happened to me?" I hollered, frustrated beyond belief. "Why the hell do I have this wound on my arm?"
No response.
"Did YOU do this to me?"
"What the hell, John, why would I?" Randy snarled.
"I don't know, you DO have a violent history," I replied matter-of-factly.
"Whatever," he responded.
There was a moment of silence. He still hadn't looked at me, even though I was glaring holes into his soul.
And then his eyes finally connected with mine. They were laced with unshakable seriousness, and I knew better than to act impulsively any longer.
"Fine," he said. "If you want to know what happened, I'll tell you."
"That's all I want, Rand. I'm just curious."
"Do you remember the night at the party? The one where all of us went to Mike's house?"
"Err…yeah…" I struggled to remember the events of that night for some reason.
"Do you remember what happened, exactly what happened?"
I did start to piece an image in my mind of Mike and I in some kind of room with a mirror…
"John, Mike is a vampire, and he's been lusting after you for quite some time."
"Disgusting, but continue," I wanted to barf.
"That gash on your arm is a result of him trying to mark you as his. Luckily I stopped him before he could completely mark you…"
"Is it going to heal?" I asked. I didn't want to be stuck with this near-horrific gash on my arm for too long.
"I don't know."
Silence.
"Nothing happened to the guys, right?" I suddenly spoke. Randy had just started to crank up the engine.
"No, they were safe. I was able to get them out of harm's way before Mike could get to them. That's the main reason I couldn't prevent that gash."
"It's fine, Randy. Thanks for saving me and my friends."
Randy nodded and started to roll down the street.
"What are we–,"
Randy cut me off. "I don't know what we're going to go about him. I know he's not going to stop pursuing you, and me and him being practically mortal enemies doesn't make it any easier." He rubbed the top of his head.
I sighed. He must have heard me because he started talking again.
"I promise we're going to be okay, John. I won't let Mike get away with trying to do anything to us or your friends."
I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, causing his beautiful face to blush a little bit.
"Thanks, Randy. You're a pretty decent boyfriend." I chuckled.
"Pretty decent?" Randy exclaimed playfully. "That's not what you were saying when you were screaming my name that other night. Remember?"
"Shut up!" I punched him in the arm.
"They're a cute couple, aren't they?"
"I have to agree they are. That'll make breaking the two of them that much more fun."
"You're going to intervene?"
"Mike and his little Asian slave girl couldn't get the job done, so I guess it's up to me now. They'd better enjoy it while it lasts, because I'm coming for that werewolf's head and that human's blood."
End of chapter 1. Hope you enjoyed.
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I am so sorry guys for starting this so late, but I will be putting Evan's Journey, Chain-Gangs, and Undying Love on hiatus until I put a couple of chapters of this up. Undying Love will be the first to return, but I want to get this started. Expect chapter two soon!