Chapter 10: Randy's Dad Pays A Visit

Randy's POV

Amanda and I turn to where the new voice comes from. We look to our left to see my dad "Cowboy" Bob Orton, and Hal huddling under a large black umbrella. My dad is wearing a smirk on his face while holding a duffle bag in one hand while Hal stares at us like we have some contagious disease.

"What do you mean Randy and I have become mates?" I hear Amanda ask him as she raises an eyebrow at the two.

"You can't be serious dad?" I add as I stretch out my arms.

"I'm very serious Randal. I'll explain what's been going on once we get inside. Hal if you may?"

"Sure thing Bob." Hal tells him as the two make their way to the door.

Hal puts his key in the lock and opens the door. He allows Amanda to walk in first, followed by my dad, then me, and then finally Hal. Hal makes his way over to the driver seat to start up the bus while Amanda, Dad, and I take our seats around the small table, after we grab a few spare towels of course.

"I don't want to be rude or anything Dad, but why are you here now? The roster would be in St. Louis after we make stops in Milwaukee, Chicago and Springfield." I tell him as I raise an eyebrow at him.

"I know that son, but I needed to tell you two something important and I needed to tell you it face to face." he tells me with a serious expression on his face.

"What's so important that you couldn't wait to tell us when we would reach St. Louis?" Amanda asks him as she dries her hair with her towel.

"It concerns Sergei." he tells us as she looks at her.

That definitely gets our attention as we both sit up ramrod straight at this latest development. Hal just whistles as he drives us down the freeway to Milwaukee.

"What do you know?" I ask him, not meaning for my voice to be so cold.

"Well, he's a very important member of the Romanian coven for starters." he tells us as he wipes his glasses clear of rain water. He doesn't really need it though. He just uses them to blend in better with the humans.

"How important?" Amanda asks him as she raises an eyebrow.

"He's the regent of the Bucharest coven." he tells her bluntly.

"He's the damn leader?!" I ask in an incredulous voice.

"Calm down Randy. The news only gets worse from here." Dad tells me as places a hand on my shoulder.

I look my dad in the eye before I turn to face Amanda, who's wearing a very unsure look on her face.

"Go on ahead Bob. We're listening." she tells him as she crosses her arms.

"Very well then." my dad tells her, but I can't help but cut him off before he can tell more.

"Wait a second dad. Sorry for interrupting you like this dad, but why the heck would the leader of one of the world's largest vampire covens come here to the States?" I ask curiously.

"Actually, that was the next thing I was going to talk about before you interrupted me son." he tells me with a smirk as Amanda let's a small chuckle escape her lips.

I just scowl in frustration.

"Why did Sergei come here?" asks Amanda as she gets over her chuckle fit.

"It's the same as one of his goals when he's in the ring. He wants you Amanda." he tells her as he points to her.

"Oh crap no." she responds bluntly.

"Oh hell no." is more like it." I tell her as I start to feel my anger build up within me.

"That's right. You see, the St. Louis coven just recently got word of Sergei's true intentions. He's a very prominent wrestler in Romania, but coming here to work in the WWE is just his cover up story."

"He's here to scope me out?" suggested Amanda as she gives him a curious look.

"Yep; even though he's already regent of one of Europe's largest covens, he wants more. He wants power. The members of the Romanian coven can't do anything about him because he's too powerful and manipulative." my dad further explains to us.

"He has them wrapped around his spineless little fingers." I add.

"That's right. He believes he can gain more power with you at his side Amanda. He believes with your powers, he'll be able to control anyone, especially if he turns you into one of us." he tells us.

The thought of Sergei planting his fangs into Amanda's neck and changing her into a vampire is something that I can't bear to imagine as I get up from the table.

"Randy!" I hear Amanda call after me as I make my way to the bedroom and lock the door behind me.

I sit on my bed to get my thoughts together, but the sound of the lock unlocking interrupts me.

"Randy?" I hear Amanda call my name like a question as she pops her head into the room, and then her whole body.

"Are you okay?" she asks me as she closes the door behind her, locks it, and walks over to sit next to me.

"I'll be fine, just the thought of you being turned into a vampire by Sergei-"

"Makes you sick to your stomach?" she finishes for me.

"Yeah." I answer her flatly as I stare at the wall.

"Randy, why does the idea of me being turned into a vampire bother you?" she asks me as she places a hand on my damp shoulder. "You always say I would make a great vampire if I ever was turned."

"I know I said that many times before. Just the idea of Sergei placing his fangs into you really irritates me that's all." I tell her as I place my hand over hers.

"You really are that protective of me aren't ya?" she asks me as she raises an eyebrow at me.

"Can't you tell? I've always looked out for you ever since we were little, just like how you always look out for me." I tell her in a sheepish tone.

"I think there's something else though. Have you ever noticed how we always kept staring at each other for long periods of time for no damn reason?" she asks me as she crosses her arms.

"I've actually thought that to myself a few times." I tell her with a chuckle.

"Why is that? You start." she gestures for me to begin.

"Um . . . okay. I'll try. But you of all people should know how much I struggle when I talk about feelings." I tell her with a sheepish smirk.

"Of course I do. You can hit an RKO in an instant, but you're like a snail when it comes to feelings." she tells me with a smirk.

"A snail? Really?" I ask her sarcastically.

"Do you prefer sloth? Or my grandpa after Thanksgiving dinner?" she asks me with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Okay, okay, you win. I'll start talking." I tell her as I raise my hands in defeat.

"Good." she tells me as she gestures for me to begin.

"Alright. Actually, I don't know where to begin. Whenever I look into your eyes, I always have this warm feeling come over me and I can't help but stare into them. Your eyes are very mysterious, very puzzling. Some days, I feel like I'm looking into the sea when I look into your eyes, and on other days, I feel like I'm staring into sapphires."

I turn to look at Amanda to see that she's blushing like mad at what I just said.

"You okay?" I ask her with a smirk.

"I'm good." she manages to squeak out as she turns away from me.

"Amanda?" I ask her curiously as I hold her chin in my hand to bring her face to look at me.

"Yes?" she asks me as she looks into my eyes. That's when I see that her eye color has started to switch to mine again.

"Did my eyes just change color to yours?" she asks me suddenly as I hear the uncertainty in her voice.

"Yeah, did mine change too?" I ask her curiously.

"Yes." she answers me as I still maintain my hold on her chin.

"How is it even possible that we are mates? I'm not even a vampire like yourself." she asks me as she turns away from me again to stare out the window.

"I don't know myself. My dad has a theory that some families could be of a different species, but somehow have vampiric ancestry. Yours may be one of them and that's your ancient vampire blood that is reacting to all this." I suggest as I shrug my shoulders.

"That sounds farfetched if you ask me." she tells me as she turns my way.

"We live in a world where supernatural beings like ourselves live alongside humans that have no idea of our existence. I think it's possible." I tell her with a smile.

"Huh; it's been a while since I've seen you genuinely smile." Amanda tells me as she gives me a smile of her own.

"Yeah, well . . . don't get used to it. I have an image to protect." I tell her with a smirk.

"I got it Snake boy." she tells me with a slap of my arm, but I grab her hand before it could make contact.

"Nice reflexes." she comments as she looks at our conjoined hands.

"Thank you." I tell her as I look at her clear face.

She turns to me and our eyes instantly make eye contact once again. Then, what happens next . . . just happens.

I don't know who moved first and to be honest, I don't really care. One minute we were just staring into each other's eyes and the next minute . . .

We're kissing each other.

Amanda's POV

I can't believe what I'm doing right now is possible.

Currently, I'm sitting in my shared bedroom on our moving tour bus on our way to Milwaukee, kissing my best friend.

Yes, I am officially kissing my best friend.

We've known each other since when we were little kids and became best friends over time. We went to the same high school together. We joined the OVW wrestling circuit together. We've both enjoyed great success in the WWE together.

I just never imagined that I would wind up kissing my vampire best friend after all these years of knowing him.

Well, until today.

The kiss is sweet, genuine, soft, and somehow, perfect. Our lips mold together with ease and I don't know how long we kissed, but it's definitely long enough that I need to take a breather.

"You okay?" Randy asks me as I break the kiss and turn away to catch my breath.

"I'm fine. You may not need to breathe for long periods of time, but this girl does." I tell him as I turn back to him.

"Like I said before; being a vampire does have its perks." he tells me with his signature smirk.

His smirk is nothing like Sergei's. Sergei's smirk is full of cockiness and attitude. Randy's smirk is more mischievous and mysterious and when you see it, you just can't help but wonder what the man could be thinking.

"So, what do we do now?" I ask as I raise an eyebrow. "Are you ready to go back outside to hear what your dad has left to say?"

"Yeah; but can you promise me one thing?" he asks me as I make my way over to the door.

"Sure thing mate!" I tell him, liking the way the word mate rolls off my tongue.

Apparently, he likes it too as he smirks at me while getting up from his seat.

"How about we keep the whole "you and me are mates" thing to ourselves? I want to see how long we can keep this a secret before the others find out." he tells me as he walks over to my side.

"Okay, but just don't think about it when my sister is around alright? If Monica hears you thinking about it in your mind, she'll just spread the news like wildfire." I tell him as I unlock the door.

"Of course," he tells me with one last smirk as we walk back out to the front of the bus. "That would be the biggest romantic news in the WWE since AJ left Daniel Bryan at the altar to become Raw General Manager."

"And then went down that crazy, downward spiral of hers." I add.

"So, I see you've calmed down Randal." Randy's dad says with a smirk evident on his face, giving us the hint that he has been listening to our conversation (and our kiss) back in the bedroom.

"Dad, please tell me you didn't eavesdrop on us?" Randy asks him with a slight whine evident in his tone as we sit back down at the table.

"I didn't," responds Bob as he raises his arms in defense. "You're just naturally loud son."

"Am not!" Randy practically exclaims back at him.

"You're so loud I was able to hear from my spot here at the driver's seat," calls Hal from said seat with a chuckle. "I heard everything, even the part where you said that on some days, Amanda's eyes look like sapphires."

Randy shoots Hal an incredulous look before turning back at us with embarrassment the dominant expression on his face. For reassurance, I give him a pat on the back.

"Not helping 'Manda," he tells me with a frown.

"Just trying" I respond as I look at Bob. "What else were you going to tell us Bob?"

"Let's see. Currently, Sergei has diplomatic immunity so no one from the government or from any of the American vampire covens can touch him."

"Seriously, foreign vampires can't get at least investigated when they're here in the U.S.?" I ask as I raise one eyebrow.

"Only the most important ones, Amanda," he tells me with a glum look. "And they must do something that is really devious or troublesome to the supernatural community in order to get their immunity revoked."

"Like stalking my mate for evil purposes isn't enough," says Randy in a huff.

"Sergei needs to do something physically troublesome, with valid, physical evidence, in order for the covens to do something. For now, the guy's a free man." Bob tells us as he crosses his arms.

"My bruises I suffered at Sergei's hand won't cut it, will it?" I ask him as I show him my recent bruise on my wrist and the yellowing bruise on my arm.

"Nope; the one on your arm will probably be fully healed by the time we reach St. Louis, so that one won't help you. Plus, the one on your wrist was the one you suffered from Sergei when SmackDown was on the air. The coven will think the whole thing was part of the script," he tells us with a shrug.

"So, we have absolutely nothing on this guy?" Randy asks to no one in particular.

"Yep" answers Bob flatly as he stares at his son. "I have one last thing to say before I'm done. You two are invited to a party."

"We are?" I ask as I give Randy a curious look before I turn to Bob.

"Yep; we'll be reaching St. Louis just in time for the St. Louis coven's 100th anniversary gala. You two are expected to attend," says Bob with a smirk.

"Ugh . . . correct me if I'm wrong Dad, but isn't parties thrown by the coven supposed to be vampire only affairs?" Randy asks him with a curious stare.

"They sure are," answers Bob. "Amanda here will be the first ever non-vampire to attend. Don't worry; most of the coven is well behaved so I don't think Amanda would attract too much attention."

"That's good to know." I tell him, but I can easily hear the strain in my voice.

"Like I said; don't worry. Now if you excuse me, I got to use the john," says Bob as he motors his way to the bathroom and slams the door shut.

I look out the window to watch the rain fall on the street without a care in the world. I feel a slight nudge at my elbow and turn to see Randy with a concerned face.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine; just the fact that I'll be at an event filled with nothing else but vampires isn't a fun way to enjoy a night." I tell him, not meaning to be snarky.

Randy lets out a small chuckle at my comment, which helps to ease my nervousness. "Don't worry; if any of those other vampires try to lay a finger on you, I'll handle them mate."

"I'll make sure to hold you up on that." I say as I look to see Bob reemerge from the bathroom.

"Hey Hal; didn't you say you had some big news to share with us?" asks Bob as he sits right back in his seat.

"Oh yeah; I'm retiring!" calls Hal from the driver seat.

"WHAT!?" both me and Randy yell in surprise as we turn our attention to the driver's seat.

"Yep; I've been driving wrestlers across the country for shows for over 25 year now and I believe it's time for me to drive off to greener pastures. Once we reach St. Louis, I'm officially hanging up my tour bus keys and I'm taking my bus with me since, well, I bought it with my own money."

"Well, I guess this was coming one of these days, but what do we do about transportation now that you're going to retire?" I ask to no one in particular.

"How about you drive in one of your cars to your shows? That way, you two will have plenty of alone time when you're traveling in between shows," suggests Bob with a grin.

I can't help but blush.

"But, that would mean paying a whole lot of hotel bills," adds Randy as he stares at his dad.

"Sign your names up for that hotel list management has for all the wrestlers that don't travel via tour bus," answers Bob with a shrug. "That way your stays are cheaper."

"Bob has a point," I but in. "Kelly, Layla, and Kaitlyn all travel by car and when they stay in their assigned hotels, they pay less since they're on that list."

"Fine, but we're so taking my Hummer when we reach St. Louis." exclaims Randy as gives me a serious look.

"Okay Snake Boy, if you say so. I was hoping we take my Camaro, but if you're so adamant about taking your Hummer, then I'll let you have it." I tell him as I raise my hands in defeat.

"Thank you, and when the hell did you get a Camaro?" asks Randy as he raises an eyebrow.

"I got it the last time we were in St. Louis. My Jeep sadly decided to die after 10 years in service and it was so old I couldn't get it back to driving condition, so I just bought myself a Camaro."

"But why a Camaro?" he asks me with a quizzical look.

"Because they're cool?" I ask him.

"Fair enough." he concludes as he looks out the window.

"See how well you two get along," comments Bob as he shoots us a happy look. "Just like an old married couple."

"DAD!" exclaims Randy as he gives his dad a sharp look.

I can't help but laugh.

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