Title: To Be Without Regret

Rating: PG-13 (will change)

Pairing(s)/Characters: Lita/?, Christy/?, Victoria/Edge, Trish/Jericho; Christian, Randy, Tyson, Batista. Many others appearing.

Disclaimer: I disclaim

Spoilers: None, it's purely A/U

Summary: She believed everything she knew about them, she hated them just like she was supposed to.. And then, everything changed.

Notes: All previous notes apply

San Diego, California, USA

In the nearly five centuries that he had walked this earth, Adam Copeland still enjoyed the simple things in life...and un-life. The company of intellectuals, a good piece of music, a quality movie... A well aged glass of blood wine. A man of many names and persona's, currently that of Adam Copeland...renowned night club owner. And in the five centuries of his existence, he'd had many opportunities to enjoy the simple things and the finer things.. And he was well on his way to making his biggest acquisition yet.. Had it not been for those meddling hunters. The tall blond vampire growled in frustration, never in all of his life and un-life had he encountered a group like this. And perhaps, they were more trouble then they were worth, their first battle being proof of that. They'd lost many in that first clash, mostly those that did not matter but a loss was still a loss. On the other hand, they'd also gained. And in a big way. Taking down two of the Elite's top members though, they had not killed them and they would not kill them. Oh no, Adam had plans for those two..

"Excuse me, sir?" A younger vampire beckoned from the doorway, "She's starting to become restless."

Adam waved it off, "Then placate her. You should know what to do.. It happened to you, didn't it?"

"Well yes sir, but.. Mr. Jericho thinks--"

"And you are working for me, not for him." Adam snapped quickly, "You listen to me, you answer to me. I'll handle Chris."

"Yes sir," the young vampire replied meekly, disappearing from sight within moments.

"That man will surely be my undoing," The tall blond muttered to himself, green eyes then focusing on a shadowed figure near the desk. "What do you want?"

Jason Reso simply smiled, hands clasped behind his back as he stepped forwards. "You scare the young ones."

Adam sneered, "Forgive me all knowing one.. But, I have not had it as easy as you these past five hundred years. Or have you already forgotten who took that nearly fatal blow?"

Jason shook his head, "And you are still blaming me, after all of these long years.. Really Adam, bygones should be bygones."

The taller man glared, "Your sense of self preservation nearly got me killed. I wouldn't have been able to come back from that and we both know it."

Jason grinned, plucking a minuscule piece of lint from the sleeve of his jacket. "And as you have always told me, Adam... From the night we first met, think always of yourself first.. And then? Worry about everyone else."

"Yes well.. Your memory could do with a few lapses." Adam ran a hand through his impeccable blond hair. "What business brings you here so early? I thought you were staying behind in Paris."

"They have called for their Elite," Jason replied first, the shorter of the two vampires leaning against the mahogany desk. "My informant has yet to supply me with any further news regarding their location, but.. Their Elite have gathered... Just not in New York as we had initially suspected."

Adam nodded slowly, "We encountered just outside of San Diego.. They may be powerful, but they are still human. Surely they don't possess the same ability as us, to travel so swiftly en masse without any sort of detection."

Jason nodded his agreement, "Which is why we have agents at the border, watching the skies for any suspicious activity.. If my informant was correct, Shane McMahon travels from London tonight."

"And these new arrivals?" Adam seated himself behind the desk, "Has your informant picked up anything yet?"

"Of course," Jason replied smoothly, "My informant is the best at picking up this information.. I've gone through enough of them to know."

Adam arched an eyebrow, "Well? Then let's hear it. What can you tell me about them?"

Jason shook his head, "Patience, patience. Jericho needs to be here for this little information session."

Adam made a face, "He really doesn't have to be."

"And need I remind you? In order to combat this group of hunters, we need our best. Jericho has consistently been our best in North America, we need him for this mission."

"That's because the two of you can't accomplish anything on your own," Chris Jericho remarked as he strolled into the grand office. "Always need my help.. Even after--"

"Five hundred years, please .. Spare me the details." Adam turned his attention to the darkened window. "Now he's here, get on with it Jason.. Tell us about these new Elite."

In the blink of an eye, a folder was placed on the desk; Jason tapping the folder with his index finger. "The life history of one David Batista.. One of seven top agents.. Or five now, that form the Elite. He, along with Tyson Tomko and Paul Levesque, form their brute strength though.. Not one of them can be underestimated."

Jericho smirked, "This information would have been useful two nights ago when we fought against them."

Jason waved it off nonchalantly, "I had important matters to attend to in Paris. Research to be conducted and--"

"The two new arrivals, Reso. Get to the point."

Jason fought the urge to roll his eyes, "David is one of the new arrivals.. His younger sisters, Amy and Christy accompanied him out of New York. My informant has yet to provide me with any vital information regarding the two sisters, however.. From what little he did gather, Amy is the one to be reckoned with."

"She's one of the Elite," Jericho stated plainly, "That blond woman was going on and on and on about how she had to get back to some Batista person. How she had to warn this Batista person."

"Then perhaps it is safe to make that assumption, but I would rather not make it until we have all of the facts." Jason straightened his necktie, "And if you would excuse me, I am needed for a board meeting."

Adam rolled his eyes as the shorter blond man promptly left the room, "Day walkers, always with a flair for dramatics."

Jericho looked amused, "Do I detect some jealousy? I always thought you two had the same Sire, but I guess I was wrong if he's a Day walker and you aren't."

"Do I really need to put you back into torpor?" A challenging glint filled Adam's emerald green eyes. "Because believe me, Jericho, it would be my utmost pleasure to do so."

Jericho smiled fully, "Don't blame me for your shortcomings, Copeland. Now come on, we've got humans to attend to."

Meanwhile...Mexico City, Mexico

Randy arched an eyebrow, blue eyes calmly observing the older of the two redheaded sisters; Amy currently taking whatever frustrations on a practice dummy in the outdoor courtyard. And as the redheaded woman landed another sharp kick to the practice dummy, Randy couldn't help but flinch a little... The tall man rubbing the back of his neck as he recalled the last time he had seen this particular spitfire of a woman. One simple remark had earned him a right hook to the jaw and a knee to the stomach.. And that was just from Amy, her older brother also taking a few liberties that night. But now, it was as if she was in her own world... A thin film of sweat on her brow as she continued to assault the practice dummy.. Seemingly unaware of his presence..

"If you're just standing there, make yourself useful and grab a towel for me."

Or not.. Randy rolling his eyes a bit as he crossed the length of the courtyard, grabbing the terry cloth towel from the bench. "What are you doing up so early?"

Amy took a moment to wipe the sweat from her face, "It's really not that early, Orton. And isn't it obvious? I'm training."

Randy held up a hand in defense, "I was only asking, chill out. Come on Ames, it's me.. Randy.. You could always talk to me--"

"When you aren't being a pig headed jerk," Amy retorted quickly. "What do you want?"

"I'm trying to be nice to you and you go and bite my head off," Randy scowled down at her. "What's your problem?"

She smiled tightly, "In case you forgot already, two of the Elite have gone missing. Those two happen to be my best friends. And we aren't doing anything about it."

He ran a hand over his short hair, "And that's because we're being watched.. Or we were being watched. With all luck those assholes haven't figured out our location." Randy grabbed her elbow before she could walk past him, "Look.. I know you're worried about Lisa and Trish. All of us are worried. But we can't go out looking for them just yet or we would have by now."

Amy wrenched her arm free quickly, taking a step back to regard him. "Ty wouldn't really elaborate on anything last night, I haven't seen Paul yet.. What are these guys really like? What are we really up against?"

Randy crossed his arms, "It's like Tyson mentioned last night.. It's the usual crew of lackeys, canon fodder and their own core of top guys. We're assuming their set up is just like ours.. Obviously, we don't know that for sure since we can't send anyone in for espionage."

"But if they managed a sneak attack?" Amy ran a hand through her slightly damp hair, "Then they aren't like the average pack of misfits that we usually deal with."

"No, they aren't." Randy smiled grimly, "Tyson sent a few things over to you, that might explain more.. And I'm pretty sure Trish had been taking detailed notes on her laptop."

Amy nodded slowly, "I read over the newspaper articles on the way here, but that doesn't really explain much as far as what we're dealing with.. Unless there's more to it."

"Shane will also have more information when he gets back from the main headquarters. He left yesterday morning for a full supply re-stock so.." Randy rolled out his shoulders, "Chances are good that he'll be back sometime tomorrow afternoon."

"Yeah," Amy let out a sigh, tossing the towel into a nearby bin as they walked back inside. "I'm sorry for bitching at you, Orton.. It's just.. Lisa, Trish and me.. It's not like we grew up together or anything like that, but during training.."

"I know Ames," Randy draped an arm across her shoulders, "The three of you were insuperable... To the point of rumours, but we all know better now."

Amy rolled her eyes, shoving his arm off playfully. "I can and will kick your ass, don't you forget that, Orton."

Randy smiled wryly, "My jaw hasn't, thanks for the reminder." Shaking his head, he rested a hand on her shoulder before she could head upstairs. "Look, I know I'm not Trish and I'm not Lisa, but if you want someone to talk to.. You know where to find me, alright?"

She nodded shortly, "And I appreciate that Randy.. Thanks." Amy quirked a tiny smile, heading back to her room quickly so she could take a shower before breakfast.

Paul pinched the bridge of his nose, resisting the urge to throw an apple at Tyson's head.. The two men were currently at the breakfast table, waiting for the arrival of everyone else.. Tyson seemingly going on and on about the recent encounter..

"Would you shut up and listen? I already know what we're going up against, you don't have to tell me again.. I was there. I'm asking you... Have we figured out a way to really fight these assholes? Have we come up with any new strategy? Are the new headquarters ready yet?"

Tyson arched an eyebrow, "Obviously I'm not Shane so I don't know when the new headquarters will be ready. I do know that we need to get the hell out of here before those bloodsuckers find us. We aren't safe here, Levesque."

"I know that, Tomko. Tell me something I don't know."

"Lovebirds having a disagreement?" Dave queried as he joined the two, "And leaving already? Why couldn't you just have me, Ames and Christy meet you at the new HQ?"

"Because the new HQ is still being re-built. After the one fight we had against those Parisian punks, it got destroyed." Tyson leaned back in his chair, "Aside from the group we took on last night.. Those assholes were the toughest."

Paul's forehead etched in thought, "I wasn't there for that fight.."

"I was," Dave stated with a glare, "And believe me Paul, you didn't want to be there. They came at us with everything and then some. We took a major hit that night."

Tyson smirked, "But we also dealt them a pretty good hit.. And we eliminated them, Paul, so there's no way in hell we're dealing with the same group."

Paul nodded abruptly, "Just wanted to make sure.. I hate not knowing what we're dealing with.. I mean, I know what we're dealing with it's just.. This group."

"We'll take them down, just like we've taken down everyone else." Amy stated with an air of confidence, "We just need to train harder, learn more about them.. And use what we already know."

Dave arched an eyebrow at his sister, "And what have you figured out already?"

Amy grinned, "Those newspaper articles gave me a little bit to go by and that journal.. Christy's reading over that now. I'm just going to bring some stuff up to her and we'll let you guys know what we've figured out."

Tyson cleared his throat, "And have you looked through the laptop yet?"

Amy shook her head, "Not yet but I will be.. At first glance, I don't think it'll be very useful, but... Maybe Shane will know something more about it because, it's not a standard issue laptop."

Paul nodded, "Shane will be back tonight at the earliest, tomorrow afternoon at the latest. He's bringing a few supplies to here, make it look like we're still here... Provide us some cover so we can head to the new HQ."

Amy merely smiled to that, carefully balancing the two full plates as she backed away from the table.. The redhead then heading back upstairs so she and Christy could continue on with their investigating.. Amy passing by John and Randy in the hallway... The two men then offering their assistance with searching through everything. Politely, she declined.. Informing them both that she and Christy had everything under control.. John and Randy looking somewhat confused as Amy disappeared into one of the bedrooms before Randy explained it as Amy just being Amy.