Disclaimer: I do not own Randy Orton, The Undertaker, Kane, Trish Stratus or any of the other Superstars and or Diva, that may appear in this fic. They truly belong to Vince McMahon and the WWE. I only own Mona Deville and the plot.

Anyway, enjoy!


With that being said, I retracted my fangs as my eyes went back to their normal human blue.

"Can I go now?" I asked, growing tired of my Blood Brother. Despite being a good wrestler, he gets a little crazy. Like one moment, he's perfectly sane. Next, we're in each others throats. But most of the time, we're friends and act like siblings. Randy's the annoying big brother, in my case.

Seeing his face, I just didn't wait for an answer. I turned and walked away to watch Raw on the wide screen, with the Superstars that were waiting for their matches and the Divas that wanted to gossip. I just sat by myself, only while watching the first match with Undertaker and Kane against Stone Cold and Triple H, I was thinking about later.


~Two Hours Later~

Raw was over and was a success as always. I was by the ring, helping the other workers get the poor and recently abused announce table out. Only to fake an excuse to stay behind..

"I just need to disconnect some things, I'll be fine by myself. You all go ahead." I lied to one of the men, as he walked up the ramp. Leaving me alone by the ring.

Thinking everything over in my head, I began to undo my blonde curls from my high ponytail, shaking them loose turning away from the ramp having my back to it.

Within five minutes, I heard footsteps coming up behind me. But, they didn't sound like either Mark or Glenn.

Turning around, I saw that it was Mike aka The Miz.

"Well, well, what have we here? Pretty Mona all by herself. Waiting for a certain someone?" He teased, getting in the ring while I stood where the table one was, with my arms crossed underneath my breasts.

"None of your business, Mike." I told him, going around the ring trying to ignore him. Thinking that he would just go away if I did. But, no.

"Or are you waiting for your Brothers of Destruction? I saw you going to each of them earlier. I can't believe that you're fucking them both." He said, making me stop in my tracks and just stare at him.

"Again, none of your goddamn business." I hissed, my eyes glaring daggers at the most annoying man in the WWE. Instead he just laughed while sliding out of the ring to get by me.

"What I can't get is, how can you take those big guys at the same time? I can only imagine that your pus.." Mike was cut off by me grabbing his throat and squeezing slightly.

"Finish that sentence and I'll rip your tongue out." I told him, my fangs just aching to rip his throat open.

"Mona, you probably couldn't even hurt a fly. What damage could you do to me?" He said back, referring to my size.

Now, I was five foot six and built like my friend Trish Stratus. Only my tits are real and my body's more in an hourglass shape but, toned. It helps being mixed with German and Irish at times. Clicking my tongue, letting go of his neck, I kept my eyes to the floor.

"Well, why don't I show you." I hissed, looking my head just for him to see my icy blue Cat Eyes and fangs.

Grabbing his throat again, I tossed him back into the ring before getting in myself. Just to get on top of him, putting both of my hands on his throat holding him there.

"What the.." He gasped, his eyes almost popping out of his head as he stared at me with my full Vampire self.

"Hell am I? My kind has many names. Loogaroo, Dhampyr, Aufhocker and Dearg-due to name a few. But the two most popular have been, Nosferatu and.." I stopped, when feeling him tense up when I said that word. I laughed before continuing.

"Vampire." I finished, with a smile. Only to push his head to the side and bite into his neck, having his blood fill my mouth and quench my thirst.

Mike struggled as I started to drain him of his life. Deep down, I didn't want to end him but, he just annoyed me to hell and needed to die. The fighting was beginning to slow as I viciously drank from him. But, when I heard his heart beat fade, I pulled away from his neck knowing that the last drop would take my life with his.

Brushing my curls back, it revealed my normal Human like face. Minus the blood that surrounded my full lips.

"God damn!"


Mark's pov

I was on my way to meet up with Mona, passing those who were leaving to head to the next town. I was wondering what she wanted to tell me. Something that was so private that I couldn't tell anyone.

Anyway, I got to the Gorilla Position and heard something.

'What the hell?' I thought to myself, walking out to see Mona on top of someone in the ring. Getting closer, I saw bleed around her mouth and a dead Mike underneath her.

"God damn!" I whispered, not believing what I was seeing.

That made Mona open her eyes and quickly wipe the bleed from her lips.

"Shit!"


Mona's pov

I cursed, while wiping the bleed from around my mouth and getting out of the ring. Just for Mark to look down at me and shake his head, backing away.

"Mark, I can explain.." I said, only to realize that I hadn't exactly thought of anything.

"How can you explain that I just saw you on top of Mike with blood all over your mouth? No, I don't want to hear it." He told me, turning around and walking away muttering something about all the Blondes he's been with. That I was the craziest.

Of course, my temper flared again.

"No, hold on!" I exclaimed, using my vampire speed to get in front of him and my strength to shove him back towards the ring. The big bad Phenom Biker's green eyes glared down at me as I glared back.

"For one, I'm not crazy. I was just angry and if you're not careful, I'm going to get mad again." I hissed, trying to control it. But, Mark wasn't helping.

"Or what, Little Mona?" Again with my size.

With a low growl, I knocked him to the ground and got on top of him. Just for him to struggle for a bit before I held him down and I couldn't help but, giggle when he couldn't loosen my hands.

"This." I stated, as my face phased and I dove for his neck, piercing through his tattooed skin draining his mortal life.

In the middle of taking Mark's life, I heard footsteps and instantly recognized them as Randy's.

"Aw, Mona, what did Mike do to you to make you kill him?" He asked, ignoring the fact that I was in the middle of feeding.

Pulling away from my soon to be Child's neck, I hurriedly bit into my wrist and put it to his mouth.

"Drink before it closes. NOW!" I ordered, just to feel his mouth on the wound.

"You didn't answer my question.. What did Mike do for you to end his miserable life?" Randy asked, ending sarcasm this time.

"Just being the Asshole, he is. That and he was implying that I was screwing both Mark and Glenn. Enough." I explained, before feeling a little weak which meant that Mark was drinking too much. He wouldn't let go, his acid green eyes locked with mine as they turned into a venomous shade of green. Similar to Poison.

"Mark, stop!" I yelled, jerking my wrist out of his grasp to hold it as he started to change.

I got up to stand by Randy, watching the Deadman truly die.

"Glenn, I know you're there." I spoke, my cat eyes gazing up to the top of the ramp.

"Randy, if you would."

Saying those words, my brother nodded before vanishing only to reappear with the nearly seven foot gentle giant that was Glenn on his knees.

"Fuck!" He groaned, trying to get out of Randy's grip but gave up after a while.

"Glenn, I'm sorry but, I was told by my Master to turn both you and Mark into Vampires to make our family bigger. I personally think that he just wants some more muscle so, when Randy wasn't vamping up to the order, I was sent to do it." I told him, giving him the reader's digest version.

"So that's why you became such fast friends with us. Just to betray us." Glenn growled, sound like his character Kane.

"Sorry, big guy." I said, lunging for his neck to sink my fangs into his skin to drain him.

Repeated what I did with Mark, it was easier to take my wrist away from Big Red Monster then it was to take it from the American Badass. Then again, Mark is a lot more.. Hard headed then Glenn.