Chapter 8- Wisdom of the Sandman- Sandman
Well, I don't even know why the hell I am here to begin with. I got a lot of respect for the Undertaker and Kane. So maybe that's why. Anyway, we spent most of the day sleeping and resting up for the night. Matt and Kevin managed to rustle up some grub to eat later, but I just hope Kane and Taker are ok.
When the night fell, I went to check up on those two in the basement. "Mark, Glen. You there!" I called aloud. There was no answer. I went farther down carrying a flashlight; I kept calling their names yet still got no answer. When I looked about the room, I saw Mark in the top corner of the room, huddled in the ceiling. "I didn't know you could do that!" I said aloud.
"Leave me alone" Mark growled back at him.
Something was wrong. "Sandman, tell the others to go home, Mark and I will take it from here" I heard Glen call aloud. I turned the flashlight behind me. I nearly dropped it in shock. Glen's eyes were blood red; His lips were curled slightly since his fangs grew. I looked down at his hands; his fingernails were like claws now. He looked demonic; I guess the same happened to Mark.
"I ain't leaving you" I told him. "And since when do you think that's going to scare us off! For God sake we've seen Viscera in his underwear!" I snapped back at him, neither laughed to the idea. This was serious. "Guys?"
"We can't risk it, what if we turn on you" Mark called from the corner.
"You won't. I know that"
Glen hissed as he stood right in front of me, his hand was on my neck as he bared his long sharp fangs before me. "What about now huh? I hold your life in my hand! Tell me now you aren't scared!" He demanded of me.
I looked him dead in the eyes. "I'm not scared of you. I still see Glen. The mortal man who is kind and gentle despite his size, you know damn well you don't have the black heart to kill me!" I snapped back.
Glen bared his teeth once more, yet he let me down and looked away. "Why you guys have such trust in us is beyond me," he muttered.
"Trust nothing, we know who you are. Yet right now, I don't if either one of yas know" I replied. I walked past Glen. "When you figure it out, get your asses up stairs, we need to think of a plan." I spoke my peace and went up to the stairs.
Everyone was in the main room staring at me. "What the hell was that commotion about?" Edge demanded.
"They wanted us to bail on them. Glen tried to attack me, showing how much of a monster he became…" I pulled a cigarette from my pocket and lit up, everyone's eyes stared at me.
"He attacked you?" Orton demanded.
"Not on purpose… well… he did… it just wasn't really an attack. He wanted to see if he scared me, that's all. Nothing major" I replied as I took a deep puff. "I say we got to get our asses going, they are doubting themselves, they keep it up. There is no way in hell they will be saved" I explained aloud.
Matt made a neck-cutting notion to me; I turned to see Glen and Mark standing behind me. "He's right" Mark said aloud. "We have to get this done and over with, if not… we won't have the chance, or will to fight anymore"
"Well, what the hell are we waiting for?" Orton demanded.
"Yeah, let's get this done!… Huh, where do we start looking for Drac?" Paul questioned.
"Knowing my vampire history, Hungry, the home of Vlad the Impeller." Kevin spoke aloud. "Yet how are we going to draw him out?"
I looked to Orton with a grin. "With live bait, that claims to be the slayer of legends. Ain't no bigger one of those than the fanged freak named Dracula" I grinned.
Orton looked about the room, seeing everyone had agreed with the idea. "Ah Damn!" he growled aloud.
