Chapter 9- Don't tell Vince- Triple H
I stared at the two of them. "What do you mean?" I demanded.
Matt filled me in on Kane transforming completely, he was a dragon… and he was hungry. That sent off a red light in my mind.
I ran down the hall to where the cow was kept, the thing if over six hundred pounds, and it's a blue blooded steer. Vince gave me the speech in the car. Yet when I got there, it was gone. The bell lay on the ground as the ribbon was torn. Taker and Matt joined me. Neither was surprised. "Damn, that's going to be a hell of a story to tell Vince" Matt muttered.
"Yeah, my ass is in the fire again huh?" I sighed. "Come on, let's find Kane to make sure he's ok"
"He'll be full that's for sure!" laughed Matt. Taker slapped him hard in the arm, making him retract the comment.
We were going to look; yet the Deadman didn't move. "Mark?" I asked.
"Shut up, I'm thinking," he snapped back at me. He stood in thought for a moment, until an idea seemed to have struck. Perhaps thinking 'If I were a dragon, where would I sleep on a full stomach' He went down another hall and into one of the rooms. Matt and I quickly followed.
Taker stood in the doorway where he brought his finger to his lip, we peered in, and lying on cords and old ring tarps was Kane. He didn't look all that bad, just a slight belly. But he was resting comfortably. The door was closed gently as Taker turned to the two of us. "Get every computer out, we got to help him." He ordered.
I agreed. Kane can't go on living like this, not to mention it's going to cost a hell of a lot more to feed a dragon than a man of his size!
Thank God for Super shows. We had every Raw, ECW and Smackdown superstar with a computer on net. All computers were put to work. Michael Cole and JBL searched on theirs as everyone else tried finding what they could on the next. Matt had no luck what so ever. "Why isn't there more information? This is ridiculous!" he hissed to the screen.
"Keep trying, something is bound to click" Taker announced. Just then, Taker's headshot off to the side, he stared at the door oddly. It was as if he were in pain.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
He began to hold his head, as if something just hit him hard. "Something… is here! Something powerful!" he moaned.
Everyone froze in the room. "How could you sense that? You're not a vampire anymore… wait… Oh my God" Matt muttered.
"What?" Edge demanded.
"Do you remember the one thing Taker and Kane didn't do when battling Dracula?" Matt asked.
Edge thought for a moment, yet the thought struck. "They never bit him! But… how can they be cured if they never bit the one responsible for the curse?" Now this was getting interesting.
"Perhaps it may explain why Kane can't get rid of the dragon…"
"CAN YOU SHUT UP? MY HEAD IS KILLING ME!" Taker roared in anger. Just then the power was cut… the room went into darkness.
"I don't like the look of this. Not a damn bit" whispered Matt.
There were snarling sounds coming from outside of the door, the emergency lights came on, giving us little visibility. Doors were forced open. Everyone put down their computers, and stood ready to fight.
"Taker… you're sensing vampires aren't you?" I whispered to him.
His hand clasped over my mouth, as the sounds grew worst, something horrible is out there…
