Chapter 10- A desperate immortal- Matt

I could only stand there as Glen and Mark charged at Dracula, their teeth bared, their eyes a crimson red and their hands looked more like claws with every minute that passed. They looks changed, the power flowing through them was making them become something they aren't… I pray to God we can save them.

Kane charged at the undead king with all his might, he leaped into the air and attempted his flying cloth line to knock the immortal from his feet. Dracula was too fast. However I began to notice something strange, despite the attacks… Dracula isn't attempting to harm them in any way!

"Do you see what I see?" I asked Kevin.

He watch Taker attempt to grab hold of the immortal, yet once more the attack was dodged and Taker was eased gently to the ground. "He doesn't want them harmed… perhaps he has the same power as Glen and Mark, when blood is spilled… it goes into him!" He whispered

"Question is, how can we use that to our advantage?"

Sandman overheard me ask that, he let out a sigh and shoved both Kevin and I off to the side. "I'm called an ECW original for a damn reason…" he muttered. He downed three cans of beer before finding some old rusted barbed wire lying about. He wrapped it around the kendo stick and looked to Kane and Taker. "Nothing personal ok guys" he called aloud. The two were near him when they retreated from their latest attack. He ripped the backs of their shirts and lashed them as hard as he could with the razor wire. Sadly not a drop of blood came through their skin.

"Damn it!" I hissed.

Taker stared at Sandman. "What the hell was that about!"

"Trying to get you to bleed, haven't you noticed Dracula isn't letting you?" he questioned the brothers.

Kane and Taker stared at one another, then their eyes came to Dracula. However the undead king only laughed aloud to the idea. "Rubbish I say. I don't wish for you to be harmed… for I don't need your assistance in bring harm to myself…"

Dracula pulled a dagger from his side and kept it near his neck! Glen and Mark froze in place. "You wouldn't! For God's sakes man, we have families!" Glen yelled in utter anger.

Dracula nodded to him. "Indeed you do, you have a large immortal family to tend to now. They follow your every word, feed from who you order them to feed from… You will rule them all with fists of iron! Rejoice, for you will be kings!"

He began to press the dagger more and more into his neck, Glen and Mark knew they couldn't strike him down now. It will just speed up his death.

Paul Hayman began to franticly look about to see what there was to use, yet Randy had a better idea. We armed him with various weapons; one was a bow and arrow. He took one from his back and stabbed both Glen and Mark with it! Their blood covered the tips of the arrow, and without a second thought, he fired the arrow right into Dracula… he struck his heart!

I swear to you all, normally Orton has a lousy shot… how he landed that one still boggles my mind to this very day.

Dracula gasped as he stared down at the arrow, something was wrong about it. He pulled the blade away from his neck as he tried with all his might to take the arrow from his heart. It refused to budge an inch, not one! His eyes stared at Orton. "Look… what you've… done…" before he fell to the ground in a pile of ashes.

All eyes turned to Glen and Mark. "You guys? Are you ok?" Edge asked.

We watched the wound in their backs heal up, their skin returned to it's soft pigment showing great life in them both. They fell to their knees before unleashing one final howl into the night sky. When they turned to look at us once more… it was our friends. Our human friends!

Never has Glen been so joyous with us, nor has the Deadman.

"Thank you, all of you!" They explained.

Randy seemed to have just snapped out of a trance, he stared at Glen and Mark with great joy. "Alright you did it! Way to go!" he said.

All eyes stared at him. "They? No it was you. Don't you remember?" Sandman asked.

Orton stared at him oddly, till he noticed the bow in his hands. "Oh… how did that get there?"

"Orton, you took out Dracula! Nice shot. What arrow did you use?" Mark asked.

He didn't remember, he didn't recall a damn thing. That didn't seem right to me. "No matter, come on let's get the hell out of here!" Glen grinned.

We were walking away when Sandman went back for the arrow Orton used. He looked it over and found it very odd looking. "This doesn't seem normal" he explained as he showed me the weapon.

The arrow was strange, like it had scales across it or something, looking at the backs of Glen and Mark I noticed it too… where Orton stabbed them, it's bares a mark, looking like a creature of some sort.

"Do we tell them?" I asked.

Sandman stared at me. "Perhaps, let's Google this first and see what we get…"

He hid the arrow at his side, something tells me Orton may have just set off a new chain of events…

The End…. or is it?