I DO NOT OWN ANY WWE SUPERSTARS/DIVAS IN THE MAKING OF THIS STORY. THIS IS ONLY OF CREATIVITY AND PURE FICTION. I ONLY OWN MY OC CHARACTERS.

I ALSO MENTIONED TO SAY THAT THERE WILL BE SEXUAL CONTENT LATER IN THE CHAPTERS, along with more people to add as well :)

Well enough of my small blah blah, REVIEW AND ENJOY EVERYONE.

What Rayne saw right in front of her, gave her the loudest scream ever. She couldn't believe what she was seeing..but it was there.

It was her mother...or in a sense, it looked like her; This figure had no eyes, midnight black holes, a ghostly figure, covered in dark blood and was moaning eerily as it was reaching its hand towards Rayne.

"Rayne...help...help us...help me..." The ghost kept moaning at her. Rayne kept backing away from it as it followed more, continuing to say help over and over.

Ranye had her hand on the door handle, jiggling it, screaming as she tried to get it unlocked.

At the same time, as Roman was about to leave the arena when he heard the screams. He ran over to where they were coming from as they grew louder. It seemed like he already had a sense of what kind of trouble was going to happen before it began, but nonetheless, he ran over to where the scream was coming from. He saw it was coming from Rayne and he tried to unlock the door.

"Rayne, hold on I'm trying to get it open!" He yelled as he banged on the door. "Shit why won't this door unlock?"

"No, stop it!" She kept screaming. Roman was finally able to unlock it and then Rayne ran, while knocking herself into Roman, almost falling flat on her butt. Roman held her steadily as he helped her back on his feet.

Rayne was panting, her face sweating, her palms sweating and her heart was racing fast and felt as though it would rip from her chest. She was shaking as she realized she clutched onto Roman and his biceps. She stood up, gasping.

"I'm-I'm sorry." She gulped, as she stood up close to the 6'4 Samoan, his grey eyes casting on her small frame.

"What happened? Is someone there?" He walked in, ready to fight whoever was trying to hurt her.

As Rayne was about to say what happen, the ghost was gone. She rubbed her eyes again, still in disbelief. Could it have been a dream? Maybe too much coffee perhaps? Maybe she was probably sleepy..she has been working all night with little breaks. Even though Hunter said it was fine for her to take a break, Rayne was a workaholic, she thrived on working day and night to make her days go by and give her powers a break, even if people didn't know about them besides Randy.

"No, No. Roman I'm sorry. I guess I've had too much coffee and I got a little crazy, hehe." She chuckled a bit sheepishly.

Roman sighed angrily, glaring at her as she felt her heart beating again, seeing him angry at her. "Why the fuck were you screaming like that if it wasn't a big deal? This isn't a damn horror show and its not funny."

Rayne felt so embarrassed for that. She didn't mean to go crazy but that figure..she wasn't even sure who it was or what it was. Not only that, her ring was glowing and she had a feeling there was more to her powers than what they seemed.

As she looked up, Roman stopped glaring and sighed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bark at you like that. I was an asshole for that."

"No, it's fine. I deserved it. I am a bit-" Roman cut her off as he raised his hand.

"Don't. I didn't mean to go off. I guess I'm pretty exhausted and I have a lot on my mind, along with traveling too." He admitted.

"Yeah. Umm..thanks but I guess I'll just be leaving now." She grabbed her purse and her other things but was still stopped by Roman.

"Listen, umm..how about I make it up to you? I know we have to go back to the hotel and we have to travel in the morning but-"

"I'm packed for this week...but maybe next week." Giving him a little hope that she was available. Roman smiled, making her insides turn to goo but she realized she had to remain professional and not like some groupie, even if he was a gorgeous Adonis.

"I mean, if its up to you. After all you are Roman Reigns and you are the-" She spoke up but it was interrupted.

"What's going on?" A familiar voice cut into their private moment.

Rayne sighed heavily as she knew who it was; Randy Orton.

"Randy, I thought you were back at the hotel. What are you still doing here?"

"Well I was coming to look for you. Roman, what the hell do you think you are doing with my little sister?" Randy stepped in the office, next to Rayne, eye level with Roman, who didn't squirm away. Both of them stared each other down, intensity level rising.

"Oh no." Rayne mumbled, not wanting this to get out of hand. "Randy stop it, Roman didn't do anything."

"Well I wasn't here so I don't know that."

"Your sister was screaming and I thought something was wrong. Not only that, watch your attitude with me." Roman clenched his jaw, not in the mood for Randy's bullshit.

"Stay the hell away from my sister and I won't have an attitude. I don't give a damn who you think you are but I better-"

"Will you two stop it already?" Rayne yelled as a picture frame was knocked off the counter, making them all jump slightly. Rayne calmed down.

"Roman was just trying to help me. I thought I saw something, I guess I was sleep walking and well, I overreacted ok? I apologized to Roman so we are ok. Now stop it, Randal." Rayne used his real name, warning him not to push the situation.

Randy sighed in a more calm manner, but keeping his eye on Reigns. Roman's eye level never wavered or changed as he stared at the Viper. "I suggest you tell your brother to handle himself, before I do it. And I'm not talking about in the ring either."

Roman walked off the office and Rayne was massaging her temples with her index fingers, wanting the stirring headache to go away. Randy closed the door to the office and went over to her as he picked up the glass picture frame.

"What the hell is up with you and your powers?" He rolled his eyes. Rayne glared at him, wanting to rip his ass apart. Maybe it was because she was tired or maybe it was because of the fact that she was tired of him treating her like a damn 10 year old. She may have been fucked up in some way but she was still an adult who knew how to handle her own problems when it came too.

"My powers are my personality, Randy, in case you haven't forgotton that when I am upset, you cause them to go off, which in turn makes them go psycho, making me even more dangerous. I'm not the one in the wrong here, what the hell is up with you and Roman? All because you are on the side with the Authority now, you want to stroll up in here, in OUR business?"

"There wasn't any business between the two of you." He mocked her voice. "Not only that, I don't trust him and you shouldn't either. You barely know him."

"I've been in the WWE as long as you have."

"But you haven't known him personally, Rayne." He warned her. "He is one of those people you need to stay away from."

"If anything, he should be the one to stay away from me. Is that what you really want to say, Randy? Because I'm a freakshow and that I'm not like anyone else and that I'm not social I'm a freak?

Randy didn't say anything, which only confirmed the answers to her question.

"I don't even know why I asked. Thanks a fucking lot." She grabbed her coat and other things and left the office. "I'll get my own ride home. I'll be with Naomi and the Usos."

...

It was only a week later after the Money In The Bank PPV. Randy didn't win the title but Seth won the Money In the Bank. However, since Rayne was off for that week, she was at her apartment as she had gone to a nearby library, finding books of what she had just seen.

They say that curiosity killed the cat and it was an old cliche'. Rayne however, didn't care for that. She wanted to find some answers. As she looked through the books over, nothing made sense to her. It couldn't tell her anything of what she had just seen that week ago. It wasn't no Casper the Friendly ghost. It seemed to be a mixture of a demon and a regular ghost. She couldn't explain what it was.

"Maybe it was an entity.." She thought to herself, chewing on her lip. She had seen movies of The Amityville Horror and she wished she hadn't seen it. Never again.

After studying and searching on nothing for maybe 5 hours, she fell asleep as her mind headed off to another reality.

...

She woke up as she was on the ground, dirt was covering her face as she brushed it off with her hand. She was in a tattered dress, covered in blood.

"Why is the blood mixed in with the dirt..." She asked herself out loud. She looked around to find that it was dark, the moon of only the existence as it shined brightly, on Roman Reigns, covered in blood as the fire was burning around them, the disaster already been done..

"No..." She crawled over to him. She took his hand, trying to find a pulse in his vein and even in his neck..but nothing..

"No..no what have I done..I don't even remember.." She started to sob. "Roman...I'm sorry..."

Rayne barely knew him, which was true..but the fact that she took someones life who was innocent, made her want to die.

She heard an evil chuckle as it sounded dark and distorted. She looked to find a reaper...or it least it seemed like one without the face. She wasn't sure who it was but she knew it wouldn't be good.

"Please..kill me. Bring him back. Whatever I have done, undo it. Undo it right now!" She screamed at the figure.

"It's time to pay the price for your sins." He grabbed her wrist and it started to tighten around her, almost cutting off her blood circulation. She then screamed when she felt her skin burning alive.

Rayne screamed as she woke up, everything back to normal as she was still in her room. She looked to her wrist and saw the burn on her skin. She touched it and winced. She went to the bathroom to run some cold water on it as she rubbed her eyes. She looked into the mirror and thought she was dreaming.

She could have sworn she saw a shadow behind her..a shadow that looked like Roman Reigns.

"Could it be..no..that's crazy.." She shook her head, turning off the water. She turned to see that the shadow was gone.

"Can this weekend get anymore weird.." She crawled back into bed, trying to take care of the rest of her nap.

However, she looked at the ring; She thought of the dream she just had, the burn FROM the dream and now, she was imagining Roman Reigns of what he could clearly not be human. And now, this ghost was asking for help, but help with what exactly

So many questions she had and answers she needed to find, before it was too late.