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Warning: There is harsh language and adult themes as well as Slash between some of the characters (mostly M/M).

Chapter Eleven

Show came down from the roof in a hurry. He had seen what happened to Mike and he had to get to Randy and him as quickly as possible. He ran passed Edge and Chris. They stared after him and decided to follow. The trio went by Kane and Undertaker.

"Mike's in trouble," was all Show said.

The two followed close behind.

Jack knelt down and poured a healing potion over Alex's wounds. The liquid sizzled and the man hissed.

"God, it hurts," Alex breathed.

"It's supposed to. It means that it's working," Jack explained.

Alex chuckled. Jack looked over the wounds on Alex's back and nodded.

"Could you turn over for me?" Jack requested.

Alex did so and Jack more of the potion on his chest.

"Son of bitch!"

Jack smiled. He wiped his hand over Alex's now healed chest. The older man tilted his head up and nodded.

"Drink," Jack said.

Alex took the vial and down the rest. He laid there with his eyes close, enjoying Jack rubbing his chest.

Matt knelt over his brother tipping the healing potion into his mouth. Some of the blue liquid escaped from the right corner of Jeff's mouth but most went down the hatch. Jeff scrunched his face up and started to cough. Matt smiled and nodded. He held his brother tightly.

Vickie kept pressure on Punk's wound silently praying. Yoshi had examined the injury briefly and started to mix a new potion with what was in the portable alchemy set. He mashed herbs and chemicals together. He tested the concoctions on magic paper. When he did not see the desired effect, he would start anew.

Randy held onto Mike tears streaking his face.

"He's dying."

"There's nothing you can do."

"He left you."

"You weren't even worth it."

The others came and looked on with pain and grief in their eyes. Edge fell to his knees not sure of what to do. Taker and Kane went to Randy's side and tried to check on Mike. He refused to let go of his lover.

"We need to see him," Taker quietly said.

"No," he hiccuped.

"Randy, please," Taker begged.

He just shook his head.

Taker looked to Kane, who looked to Show. Both men nodded and grabbed Randy.

"No! No! No!" he screamed over and over again as they dragged him away from Mike.

Taker knelt down to check for a pulse, a breathe, anything. His eyes went dark.

"Oh God!" came from Edge.

Chris went and held Edge in his arms. Tears fell from his eyes as he stared on, gripping tightly to his lover.

"Mike!" Randy yelled. "MIKE!"

Drew and John followed Alicia throughout the house checking to make sure that the house was clear. After not finding anything, both men sighed. Alicia stood at the sliding glass door to the backyard. She pressed her lips together and went out.

"Where is she going?" John asked.

Drew shrugged his shoulders.

They looked at each other and decided to follow her. They make their way to the cemetery and saw her stand still with her arms wide open. Both men could make out more zombies heading their way.

"Shit!" they exclaimed as they ran to her.

She clapped her hands together and the zombies combusted into flames. She turned her back on the walking torches and went back to the house.

"Wh-what do fucking we...do?" Drew asked.

John replied, "Go back to the house."

Cody stood at the window staring out into the night. He placed his forehead against the cold surface and sighed. His heart was in turmoil and his head was pounding.

"What are you doing?" Ted asked while he yawned.

"Something...is not right," Cody whispered.

Ted looked at him.

"Something is not right." Cody hugged himself and began to cry.

Ted rushed to his side and drew his young lover into his arms.

"Don't you feel it?"

Unlike Cody, Ted always shut off his extra sensory powers. Being a magic user is one thing but to have one of your powers on at all times was another. He hated to feel the world around him. He hated getting the vibes of wrong doing or something being off. It was enough to drive one insane. Yeah, there were good vibes, but the bad outweighed the good.

Ted sighed and said, "Turn it off."

Cody shook his head.

"Baby, you'll be up all night if you don't turn it off."

"Turn yours on and feel." Cody stared intently into his lover's eyes. "Turn it on and see."

"I don't want to," Ted said through clenched teeth.

"Why?"

Ted dropped his arms to his side. "I hate feeling it. I hate feeling the bad that is always around."

"There is some good," Cody whispered.

"I know that...but the bad outweighs the good at the moment."

"I need you."

Ted looked at Cody. He knew what his lover needed and he slowly nodded. He started to rub his temples and soon the rush of emotions came to burst through his system. Ted shuddered.

Cody pulled Ted to him and they placed their foreheads together. Faces flashed before their eyes. Happiness, sadness, hate, pain, anger, death ran through their hearts. Fucking, running, jumping, walking, killing, beating, touching overcame their bodies.

Ted and Cody stared into each other's eyes. "They're in trouble."

Falend sat with her legs dangling over the edge of the roof. She stared out into the now clear night as the storm raged behind her eyes. A blue-gray cat with large gold eyes came sauntering up and sat beside her. It moved its heart shaped head to look at the black woman before it too stared at into the night.

"You think it was wise for you to do what you did?" the cat asked.

"Why do you ask?" Falend retorted.

"Why do you think I asked?"

Falend chuckled.

"It was a stupid move."

"Stupid or not...it should have gotten her attention."

The cat stared at her for a few moments. "You really think that she'll fall for that?"

"I was hoping that she would be that stupid, but you know her better than I do, Chanarong."

The cat nodded. "That I do. If she doesn't suspect nothing, then it works out in our favor. If she does suspect something, then our job will be difficult."

Falend nodded. "Your thoughts?"

"Seeing that light show was just that I don't think she will think anything of it."

"Good."

Punk laid in his bed; his breathing slow and steady. Randy sat in a chair beside Punk's bed watching over him. His left knee bounced up and down while he chewed his thumb.

"You...speak...loud thoughts," Punk labored.

"He's up."

"Damn."

"He fucking made it."

Randy quickly stood up and went to his side.

"Where...am I?"

"In your room," Randy answered. "You've been out for three days."

Punk nodded and licked his lips. "Water."

Randy poured him a cup and placed a straw so it would be easier for the Dampyr to drink. Punk sipped slowly. He stared at Randy with his green eyes and chuckled lowly.

"What?" Randy questioned.

Punk pulled away from the straw. "You're being...nice to me."

"I have to be." Randy placed the cup down.

Punk stared at him. "What's wrong?"

Randy's shoulders began to jerk.

"Be strong."

"Don't show him any weakness."

"Wh-where's Mike?"

Tears began to fall.

"You fucker."

"Randy."

"It's...uh...it's bad."

"Bad? Is that all you can come up with?"

Punk stared at him with tears forming in his eyes. "Randy?"

"He was hurt really...I couldn't get...to him."

"Please..."

"He's...touch and go. They're trying to get..."

"What?"

"They couldn't heal him. Like you. The wound to his heart..." Randy tried to calm himself. "For some reason..."

"So weak."

"He's going to die."

"Deal with it."

"He doesn't want to be with you."

"Will...he be...okay?"

"I don't know." Randy stroked Punk's cheek. "I don't know."

Punk closed his eyes and tears fell from the corners.

"Do...you want to lay...beside him?"

Punk merely nodded.

Randy threw the sheets and blankets off revealing a boxer clad Punk. Bandages was wrapped around his torso. Randy lifted Punk bridal style and took him to Mike's room. Punk gripped tightly around Randy's neck. The door to Mike's room was cracked opened. Randy pushed it open further to step into a cold, dark room. Mike lay in the middle of his bed. He had no color and he looked to be barely breathing.

"Is he alive?" Punk whispered.

Randy nodded. "Barely. Do you still want to lay beside him?"

Punk nodded and Randy obliged. Punk nestled beside Mike and caressed his cheek.

"He's so cold," Punk noted.

"What about you?" Randy asked.

Punk nodded.

"We have to keep it this way. I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

"I'll get you some more blankets."

Punk was left alone with Mike. He sniffed. "Wake up. We need you...Randy and I. Hell everyone else does too...but mostly me and him. You're what holds us together." He kissed Mike's shoulder and cuddled closer to him.

Alicia sat in Taker's office in between Drew and John on the couch. The Deadman stared at her. He was trying to take in what Drew and John told him. Alicia was silent throughout most of it.

"Alicia," he said.

She looked up at Taker.

"You didn't know that you had this kind of power?"

"Sort of."

Taker nodded. "Are you afraid of it?"

"A little."

"Can you tell me your side?"

She scratched her arm. "I heard a voice in the back of my head telling me to grow up and that I know what I needed to do and if I cared and loved everyone, then I should do it. Then I did, but I didn't know exactly what would happen."

Drew and John looked at each other.

Taker nodded. "Okay. Thank you all. You're dismissed."

The three left.

Taker massaged his temples. Alicia was stronger than anyone thought and she was afraid. Hell, he was afraid. There was no telling what would happen. Will she die if she continued to use this new found gift? Will it cause the deaths of everyone around her? Will her powers diminish and she becomes a regular human or will they grow? The Deadman sighed and stood up. He went to the bookcase and went through the hidden door. One thing was for sure, he had to look into this situation as quickly as possible.

Cody and Ted came to visit Mike. They did it every day and today was no different. They talked lowly to Punk and was glad that he was doing better. They would look to Mike and give a bittersweet smile.

"How long will it take for them to come?" Cody asked.

Punk shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know."

"Who are they?" Ted questioned.

"Very powerful healers," Cody replied. "They're known as the Guaritori."

Ted nodded.

"It's Italian for healers," Punk added. "Funny."

"How's Randy?" Cody asked.

Punk shrugged his shoulders. "While Mike and I were out, he's been isolating himself...pacing around like a caged animal. Since I woke up, he's been doing better. Man, two days of being smothered. I'm starting to get annoyed but flattered."

"You really miss him picking on you?" Ted asked.

Punk nodded as Randy came in with a glass of Pepsi. Punk grinned and said, "Right now, I don't."

Randy stared at him with a raised eyebrow. The Dampyr looked up at him and winked. He slowly sipped his drink.

"How's the man that y'all rescued?" Cody wanted to know.

"Yeah, I was wondering about that as well," Ted added.

Punk looked to Randy.

"He's doing fine...well as fine as can be," Randy answered. "His name is Evan...Evan Bourne. Yoshi and Vickie have been taking turns watching over him at night. Nightmares. Jack and Alex have been with him during the day since they got to him first. He's been clinging to them for support and comfort."

"He looks like a puppy with his big brown eyes," Cody gave a soft giggle.

Randy and Ted nodded.

"Who's running the shop?" Punk wondered.

"Oh, Falend and this new guy we hired," Cody piped up. "He's really, really handsome."

Ted glared at him.

"What?" Cody stared at his lover innocently. "He's has cute dimples."

Ted rolled his eyes and added, "Yeah, a new guy in town. Looking for something part-time. Since Mike's...Cody wanting time to spend...you know what I mean."

Randy and Ted nodded.

"Oh, just letting you guys know that starting next week, store hours are changing," Cody said.

"Really?" Randy folded his arms over his chest. "That hasn't happened in a while."

Cody nodded. "Business is picking up again. Closed on Sundays. Monday through Thursday 10am to 9pm and Friday and Saturday 9am to 11pm."

"Extending your hours...nice," Punk said.

"I feel sad that I won't be able to sleep in any more, but we're making money," Ted replied.

"Maybe we can hire Evan on," Cody suggested. "Seeing that he's been through the worst imaginable living nightmare, he could learn a few things with us around to teach him."

Ted thought about it.

"That sounds like a good idea," Kane replied as he stepped in. "How is he?" He motioned toward Mike.

"The same," Punk replied.

Kane rubbed the back of his head and sighed.

"You look tired," Cody noted.

Kane nodded. "Dealing with a lot of things."

"Understandable," Ted sighed.

"The Guaritori will be here when they can. No word on an exact date. I just wanted to let you two know," Kane said.

Randy and Punk nodded.

"Cody, Teddy, if you want, you two are welcomed to have dinner with us tonight."

The couple nodded and Kane left.

Falend and the new guy ran the store until closing time. They made drinks, helped customers, rung up purchases, and chatted them up. The two went about cleaning the store and making it presentable for the next day. The new guy walked the aisles to make sure that the books were properly placed back, there was no trash laying about, and to place fallen books back up. Falend took care of the back and the kitchen area because she knew it better.

The new guy wiped down the tables, placed chairs back, picked up trash, and swept the floors.

"Hey, Boss Lady!" he called.

"Yo!" she shouted.

"Excited about the new hours next week?"

Falend stood in the doorway, wiping her hands on her apron. "I guess so. It's more hours that's for sure."

The guy nodded. "So what's going on?"

"More business."

"Between Cody and Ted."

"They're dating."

He stared at her. "I know that."

"Their friend's sick. He might not make it."

"What's wrong with him?" he asked.

"I don't know. They didn't tell me."

He nodded. "That sucks. Did you know him?"

"He took me out on a forced date. He's cool."

The new guy thought about it. "You like him?"

"The jury is out on that."

He laughed. "So, what's there to do in this town?"

"I don't know."

"What?"

"I don't know. I don't go out much. Just work and home."

The man rubbed the back of his hand. "Such a boring life."

"Whatever, Cena. Let's hurry so we can clock out."

"Yes, Boss Lady." He saluted and smiled.

Falend shook her head and went back to cleaning.

Evan chewed on his bottom lip as he stared out onto the night from the repaired sliding glass doors. He hugged himself trying to comfort himself, to shield himself. He placed his forehead against the cold glass. The young man shut his eyes as tears began to fall. He began to slam his head against the glass.

"You keep doing that, we're going to have to get a new door," Taker quietly said.

Evan jumped from fright and quickly wiped his eyes.

"It's okay to cry," the older man stated.

"Weak...it's a sign as weakness," the young man choked out.

"Some believe that. I don't. Sadness and fear is just a strong as happiness and love. It's okay for a man to cry every once in awhile."

Evan sniffed.

"Did you eat dinner?"

The young man nodded as he fought back the tears.

Taker nodded and placed his books down. He went to the fridge and saw the leftovers from that night's dinner had been wrapped up. He smiled. Jack and Chris had a habit of cooking for a larger family than the Hunters. Add Randy and Alex then a small army. He shook his head at the thought of including Punk in that equation.

Taker looked to the young man. He heated a plate that was big enough for three people: slices of meatloaf, green beans, mac and cheese, rolls, and cole slaw. He placed the plate at the table and slowly backed up. He could see that Evan looked at the plate in the reflection of the glass. Taker poured them both a drink and took a seat.

"I got you some Sweet Tea," Taker said as he cut into the meatloaf.

Evan nodded and joined him. He slowly drank his tea, eyes focused on the plate.

"I have a trick for you."

The young man looked at him. Taker held up his hands palm out. He brought them together, writhed the meaty appendages together, and stopped. He held his hands flat against each other and opened them to reveal an extra fork.

"Here you go," Taker said holding out the utensil.

Evan reluctantly took it.

"You haven't been eating, now have you?"

The young man was silent.

"I don't know what to say to you. This is actually Mike's department when it comes to comforting those who have seen the other world."

Evan looked at him, eyes glistening with tears.

"Mike is the man that's still unconscious."

Evan nodded. "Tell me about him."

"He is the glue that holds this family together. He is the one that can see pass the barriers that people have put up around their hearts. He is the one that can see behind the masks that people wear. He is the one that can wade through the lies and find the true person."

"He's that special?"

"To me he is. He is like my son. Hell, everyone here is like my children."

"What are you people?"

Taker smiled. "We are the Hunters. We take care of the problems that regular people refuse to see."

Evan gulped. "Vampires."

"Among other things...yes."

"Other things?"

Taker nodded. "Now is not the time to discuss the other things. Now is the time to eat."

Evan gave him a weak smile and took a bite of the mac and cheese.

Taker smiled broadly and the two ate in silence. One's mind was plagued with the horrors that he had seen and other was plagued with what was to come.

A coffin lid opened and a hand reached out to grab the sides. A large blond man sat up and cracked his neck. He slowly climbed out and growled lowly. He slowly made his way out of his bed room. A young woman awaited with a gold chalice. He took it and drank.

"Virgin blood," he breathed.

"The best for my Liege," the woman said.

The man nodded and walked down the hall.

"Christian is waiting in your office," she reported as she walked with him.

The man nodded again and dismissed her. He took the elevator to the floor beneath his. The room had statues of woman in the throws of passion and torture, a red carpet that led to a desk, several couches and chairs, and paintings of the night along the walls. He took a seat behind his desk and looked to the blond man before him.

"Christian," the man greeted.

"Gangrel," the blond replied.

"Take a seat."

Christian nodded and did so.

"What brings you here, my brother?"

"I think I found him. I think I've found the one."

Gangrel leaned forward as his blue eyes glinted with interest and excitement. "Are you sure?"

Christian nodded. "I saw a sign."

"Tell me, my brother."

"His eyes were of a black crescent moon with a red star chasing the moon's tail."

"Are you sure?"

Christian nodded.

"That is a sign." Gangrel smiled sinisterly as the information settled in his mind. "For one hundred years, I have been looking for him. And since you have been with me, you have been searching for twelve years."

"I wish our other brother here to hear this news."

Gangrel shot his blue eyes to Christian's face. "Yes...he was a non-believer though."

"He just lost the faith."

The vampire thought a moment and agreed, "That he did...that he did."

"You can't fault him for that, my brother."

"No, I cannot. After many failed missions and searches to find the chosen one can cause one to lose the faith." Gangrel looked off into space.

"I want him here with us."

Gangrel moved his eyes to Christian's face.

"I want my brother here with us."

"Our brother."

Christian smiled broadly.

"Find Edge and bring him here so he may share in the glory...the coming of our Lord. Take the New Brood with you to acquire the host that will bring our Lord to us. Show yourselves: Serena, Luke, Joey."

The three walked out from another room.

"You will go with our brother here to acquire the chosen one," Gangrel stated.

They nodded and smiled.

"Wait for me downstairs," Christian ordered.

They nodded and left.

"Do you know where Edge is located?" Gangrel asked.

"Lucky for me, in the same city as the chosen one."

"Good, good."

"Here." Christian pulled out a folded piece of paper and handed it to Gangrel.

He stared at him and back to the paper. He slowly unfolded it and stared at the hand sketch of Mike while he was unconscious.

"He is beautiful," Gangrel whispered.

"He's name is Mike," Christian stated.

Gangrel traced the outlines of Mike's face. "Mike...Michael...Quis ut Deus?"

"'Who is like God?'"

Gangrel nodded.

Christian watched him for a moment. He nodded and stood. "I shall take my leave."

Gangrel sat alone staring at Mike's picture.

"So, you've found da one?" a woman asked. Her Creole accent think and coated each word.

"Yes...Christian thinks he has found the one."

"Do you believe 'im?" She walked out of the shadows from the corner of his office.

"I believe my brother. He has the same convictions and strong faith in our beliefs."

The woman was black and had her hair in dreads. Her brown eyes held a storm that raged but lesser than Falend's. She stood behind him staring over his shoulder. "So beautiful."

"He is." Gangrel turned to look at her. "What do you have for me?"

"Da preparations are almost complete. Da Leylines are almost ready to create da gate."

"Good...keep on schedule."

"We might have a problem though."

He arched an eyebrow in a questioning look.

"Looks like one of my children has grown stronger."

The vampire looked her over. "I wasn't aware that you had any children."

"I have many. Some I birthed. Others...I created with the help of me gods."

"Do you think your child will try to stop us?"

"He will try...but fail." She smiled wickedly.

He went back to the picture. "You sure?"

"Even if he has grown stronger, I'm still his creator. I am stronger dan 'im."

"Good, I have waited for a hundred years for this. I don't want anything to stop us."

"No one will stop us." She leaned forward and kissed his cheek before leaving.

Gangrel stared at the picture, tracing the lines of Mike's face, his eyes, his nose, his mouth. "Who is like God shall bring our Lord to us."


A/N: I hope that y'all enjoyed the first of The Hunter Series. Will Mike wake up? Who is that mysterious woman? What will happen to Evan Bourne? How will Randy and Punk cope? Stay tuned for part two, The Brewing Storm.