A wise man once said, "If you don't learn from the past, you'll be doomed to repeat it."

Well, in situations like this, we're already doomed to repeat it, even if we didn't know anything about it. Sometimes, life can be so strange. One day you're somoene, the next day you're parading in someone else's skin?

What can be wrong with that? We all wanted to be different than each other the day before so why not?

Well, what if you couldn't remember who you were long ago? What if you tried so hard, closed your eyes, hit yourself in the face, and went to therapy, and you STILL couldn't get what was wrong with you.

Well, here I am going through it. And I hate it.

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A Change of Face

by Green Phantom Queen

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Chapter 14-Innocence Lost and Never Returned

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"Oh my god..." gasped Brian, seeing the situation. Randy—possessed by some sort of Eldrich Abomination—piercing a talon through Gangrel's heart. The elder vampire's eyes were wide in shock, his mouth open, trying to let out a scream although nothing came out.

Randy pulled the talon out of Gangrel's chest, pulling out some sort of giant bubble of water with black gunk floating inside it. He looked at it with disgust.

"You shall no longer clog this man's 'soul' no more." He hissed, piercing the bubble with his claws. The water splashed down onto the floor, the black gunk also disappearing. There was some silence as everyone stared at the Legend Killer with shock, horror and fear.

"W-what the hell did you just do?" Paul exclaimed, pushing Randy against the wall, nails becoming talons and piercing Orton's shoulders. "How could you just go immediately kill someone who's trying his hardest to help good friends of yours?"

Randy scowled and pushed Paul back. "I didn't kill him, I purged him of all of his sin." He snapped. "His soul was so full of it that had it not been for my intervention, he would be stuck within the Fifth Circle longer than he has been a vampire."

"Fifth Circle?" Maria repeated, face growing white. "Y-you're a Keeper of Hell, aren't you? One that purges people of sin once they die..."

Randy didn't reply but soon placed a hand on his forehead, as if in pain. Soon enough the black cloak he was wearing disappeared, and his eyes returned to their natural state. His skin became pinker and he looked human once more.

"Man..." He groaned. "What happened to me?"

"A lot of things, that's what." said Ashley. "Once Matt took Jeff away you started screaming about scum, evil, something about Dis...and you covered John with water.

"John? John!" Randy screamed in a panic, rushing to his friend's side. He looked in shock—John was trapped in some watery bubble, the water becoming a dark black as John's blank and distant eyes made him look as if he was dead.

"What did you do thim, Randy?" Mickie screamed. "What did you do to John?"

"I...I don't know." Randy answered back. "I remember...getting angry and I blacked out. But...I feel as if this happened before..."

"What, your temper tantrum or the fact that you NEARLY killed a guy?" asked Brian.

"I mean, something happened when I was younger." said Randy, closing his eyes. "Something on the lines of me running from someone, and me crying out for help...and then I blanked out. But I felt angry, and then...nothing..."

Gangrel coughed, taking in some air as he placed a hand to his heart. Thorn and Ariel helped him stand up, as his legs made him a bit wobbly.

"A Hell Keeper...a reincarnated one." He gasped out. "Out of all the things we needed—and out of all the souls in this world..."

"Tell us later, 'Grel." said Maria, looking down at John. "We need to find a way to get him out of this water thing..."

Randy placed a gentle hand against the water, but was surprised that his hand was able to go through it. It looked very firm, but it seemed as when he placed his hand inside, the water soon flew away from the burnt husk and into his hand. With a cry of shock, Randy pulled his hand back, seeing all of the water that surrounded John now floating in a giant buble.

"What the heck is that stuff?" asked Ashley, pointing to the black gunk. "It looks like oil..."

"No...it's sin." said Thorn. "Souls accumulate that whenever they commit one of the seven vices. Gangrel had a bit of a drinking problem in the past, so he was committing the sin of Gluttony, and that was also mixed with the sin of Sloth as well."

"That's nice and all, but now what do we do?" asked Paul. "John's still hurt from whatever Matt whatever did to him, and Jeff has been taken into his own brother's clutches!"

"Right now, we must figure out what has happened." said Ariel. "There is something familiar to the appearance of the monster who possessed this Legend Killer, and we must find it."

"I rather not." said Randy, trying to grasp the bubble of water. When he did, it popped like a water baloon and splattered onto the ground.

"Eww..." said Mickie. "That looks disgusting."

"Disgusting or not, it did the trick." said Maria. "John's healing..."

Everyone entered the hotel room, surrounding the unconscious WWE Champion. His skin was no longer charred, regaining its pink tone. His chest was rising up and down, and as Maria placed a hand on his chest, she could feel a steady heartbeat.

"He's alive..." Maria gasped out. "Whatever Randy did to John, it cured him of whatever Matt did to him!"

"That's so cool." sdaid Brian. "You think it can cure my blood addiction?"

Gangrel whapped him on the head. "This is no time for sarcasm and jokes, Fang." He snapped back. "This is a serious matter...Hell Keepers are notorious for making sure they catch their prey, and once they have them, they have them."

"What exactly are Hell Keepers?" asked Ashley. "Demons?"

"Similar to Demons, but not the same." said Ariel. "There are nine keepers, each one specifically chosen to keep over a layer of Hell. Whenever a Keeper dies, or has served their duty long enough, they are then sent to Earth and live out human lives. Because their souls are human, they can go to heaven when they die."

"How do Hell Keepers even become Hell Keepers?" asked Mickie. "Are they chosen?"

"They are chosen, but only if the demons find a very powerful human soul who has committed a horrible sin over and over again." Kevin Thorn explained. "Then they work for as long as they need to work—equal work in Hell to equal all of the sins and evil they committed on Earth."

"And you're saying that Randy's one of those Hell Keepers?" asked Paul.

"He was one." Gangrel replied. "However the past life of a Hell Keeper usually comes out when there is lots of sin and darkness around. And when that happens, the human side falls into unconsciousness so that their Hell Keeper side takes over and purifies the area of darkness. Although something has been bothering me."

"What's that?" asked Ashley.

"How exactly was Randy able to tap into his Hell Keeper powers at a young age?" asked Gangrel. "Surely an innocent like him could not see that much evil."

"You get attacked by him, and now you just assume that he had powers when he was younger." said Maria with some sarcasm. "That's all we need."

"This isn't funny guys!" said Randy. "What's going on with me? Who am I? What am I?"

"You're Randall Keith Orton, youngest World Heavyweight Champion, one half of the Tag Team Rated RKO, and currently engaged to current WWE Champion and World Tag Team Champion John Cena." Maria answered. "But who you were many years ago, we're not certain."

"This needs research." said Thorn, standing up. "Blood, Fang. We're leaving."

"What?" Brian exclaimed. "But we have to keep an eye on John..he's an inncoent victim in all of this."

"He was an oblivious victim in all of this." Gangrel replied through bared teeth. "And if you want a midnight snack, you're coming with us." He then stared at the divas. "And that includes you three."

"Are you sure about this?" asked Ashley. "We don't know if John's okay or not."

Paul rubbed his chin in thought before a lightbulb appeared above his head. "I got it!" He exclaimed. He then whispered something in Mickie's ear, the happy-go-lucky diva nodding her head in reply.

"That could actually work!" said Mickie, turning to Brian. "Oh Brian..."

"Yeah?" asked the blonde Hooligan.

"You must be very hungry, right?" asked the WWE Women's Champion. "Well, why not drink some of John's blood? There's no more sin so it must be super tasty..."

"What are you getting at?" asked Ashley. "You know what happens when Brian gorges on too much..." Mickie stared at her as Ashley soon came into realization as to what was going on. "Ohh..."

Brian stared at the WWE Champion, seeing his veins pulsing with blood. His mouth began to water, but his mind was telling him not to give into temptation. But it was there, John's neck just ready to be bit into and for him to drink all of that delicious red liquid.

"W-what's going on?" asked Randy, seeing Brian staring intently at John. "Why is he-"

"MINE!" Brian screamed as he pulled Cena into a sitting position, tongue running through fangs. Then he bit deep into the WWE Champions' neck, blood flowing into his mouth and down to his throat. It was so pure, and there was a distinctive taste of mint laced with it. God, it was a bloody Mint julep that was pouring down his mouth.

John slowly opened his eyes, having the sense that someone was attacking him. With his peripheral vison, he saw Brian sucking on his neck and he screamed.

"GET OFF OF ME!" He cried, pushing Brian away. "Get off, get off!"

"But you taste so good..." Brian whined. "Can I at least have one more second?"

"Of you giving me hickeys?" John exclaimed. "Hell no! I'm getting married in four months, I don't want guys like you to..."

Paul immediately clamped a hand over the Champ's mouth before he could say another word, not wanting to let his partner hear anything that could've been taken the wrong way.

"Aww..." Brian pouted. "I'm still hungry though...but on the bright side, at least we know that John's okay."

"Jesus Christ..." said Randy, stepping back. "You're a vampire?"

"How perceptive." Gangrel muttered sarcastically, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What else did you notice about us? That we were all trying to save your lives before someone butted in?"

"That's enough Gangrel." said Maria, standing up. "Our work here is done. All John and Randy need is some rest, and then we'll tell them everything."

"Let's get going to our comfy—yet spooky looking—beds then." said Ashley, stretching her arms. "It's been a long night."

"It's going to be a lot longer if we don't find a way to stop this mess." said Thorn. "Now, it is time that we leave..."

"Sorry that we dragged you into this mess." said Maria to both Cena and Orton. "Please forgive us..."

And that was all that was said as the eight soon left the hotel room, leaving the two best friends to wonder what had happened.

"Jeff being raped by Matt, Matt having crazy powers, vampires, and now this..." said Randy, staring at his hands. "What's happening?"

"I don't know..." John answered back. "I just don't know..."

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Jeff grunted as Matt pushed him onto the bed, a look of wickedness in his eye. The Rainbow Warrior was trembling in fear, knowing full well that he wouldn't be able to escape his brother this time.

"P-please Matt!" Jeff cried out. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"You're right." said Matt, wrapping Jeff in a gentle embrace. "I'm just glad you're alright though, I could've killed you."

Jeff's eyes widened at what was said. Matt was admitting it was his fault and tenderly embracing him? Something was wrong. Very wrong.

"Dear god, what have I done?" Matt continued, still wrapped in the hug. "I was trying to protect you, and everything went oh so wrong, The screaming, the fire...I'm so sorry Jeff..."

"You're sorry?" Jeff repeated, disbelief in his voice.

"Truly and utterly sorry." said Matt, kissing Jeff on the forehead. "I didn't mean to do those nasty things. I mean, I can technically be charged for arson for what I've done."

The embrace became a little tighter as he continued, "Jeff, I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused. Pushing you away from your friends, attacking you, hurting you mentally and physically...and especially for fucking you so many times. It was wrong for me to do those things."

"Do you really mean it?" asked Jeff, swallowing hard.

"I do." Matt replied, nodding his head. "I just wanted to protect you, but my giant big brother instincts got in the way and then this happened. I just want to protect you, can you forgive me?"

"I don't know..." Jeff whispered. "Is that really you?"

"Matthew Moore Hardy, one half of the Hardy Bros., started OMEGA at the age of 19, been in a 6-year relationship with Amy 'Lita' Dumas.' Matt recited. "I mean seriuosly Jeff, it's me. Can an impostor come in here, wrap you up in a gentle embrace and tell you things are all right while spouting out all of these details of his personal life?"

"If that impostor was controlling your mind, maybe." Jeff replied.

"Why can't you accept the fact that I'm apologizing and am sorry for my actions?" asked Matt. "Why are you so scared? I won't hurt you..."

"You've tricked me many times before..." Jeff replied. "Every time you try to take care of me, you hurt me...you're not protecting me, you're hurting me."

"What do you mean? I've taken good care of you..."

"And how is raping me protecting me?" Jeff exclaimed, pusihg Matt away from the gentle embrace, wrapping his arms around his chest.

"Because it's my way of telling you how much love I want to give you." Matt whispered as an evil grin crept onto his face. Jeff turned around and gasped when he found thorny vines sprout and grab onto his arms and legs, pinning him onto the bed, all the while his brother continuing to speak. "Oh yes, I love you very much. I have to protect you from those people,. You were hurt by them in the past, but I can take away the pain..."

"No Matt, please!" Jeff pleaded. "You're only hurting me more!"

"No I'm not," said Matt, tilting his head to the side. I'm filling you up with my seed, with my essence, with my emotions of love and protection. No Jeff, I want you by my side..."

As he said these words, the elder Hardy's nails became talons and soon began to slice and tear through Jeff's clothes, until he was completely naked and all of his clothes fell onto the floor. Jeff could only shiver in feer as he knew what was coming...he was going to be raped yet again after being fooled by his brother's kindness.

"Why?" asked Jeff. "Why are you doing this? Why can't you just be the same Matt who took care of me?"

However, Matt heard the entire prhase wrong. Instead of 'Why can't you be the same', he heard it as 'Why can't you be sane'?

"Sanity is overrated Jeff." Matt replied. "But only when one is truly on the edge of his rope does he need to take matters into his own hands. No longer shall I wait for help, I shall take matters into my own hands. Any last words?"

"I want my brother back." said Jeff.

"Your brother is here, you have him back...what else do you want?"

"Please don't take me tonight..." Jeff whispered.

"I've already taken you away from your friends, so that's not possible now, is it?" asked Matt. "I just want to show you my love. You're my love, my angel, my sacred, my blessed...you are the world to me, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Now come on, it's time to take your medicine."

Jeff started to sob, knowing that he was doomed. Tears trickled down his eyes as he began to beg and plead for someone to help him.

"Mama...mama...please make him stop!" He sobbed.

As Matt was about to go in for the kill, he stopped. His face became less lusting, and soon became one of remorse. The thorny vines soon released their grip as Matt whispered, "Jeff, are you alright?"

"No I'm not!" Jeff screamed. "Just go away!"

"But you were crying out for Mom..." said Matt, taking Jeff into a gentle embrace, kissing away the small tears falling down his eyes. "You must be in pain."

"Of course I was calling out for Mom, who else can I call out to?" Jeff replied, covering his face with his hands. "You're nothing but a complete monster, Matt...I want you back, I want the original Matt Hardy. Come back...come back..."

Jeff began to mourn, his tears falling down his face once more, shivering like a bunny rabbit lost in a winter covered forest. It was sickening to be in his brother's embrace, particuarly if his brother had been corrupted by darkness.

Matt placed a gentle hand onto his brother's head, running a few nimble fingers through his hair. "Don't worry, I won't take you tonight..."

Jeff sniffled and cracked open one of his eyes at that statement. "You won't?" He whispered.

"Not tonight, after all you went through some horrific events." Said Matt, kissing his brother on the forehead once more. "Now let's get some sleep..."

Jeff slowly got out of the bed as Matt pulled back the sheets. Matt then pulled Jeff close to him, the younge rHardy shivering due to lack of warmth and clothes. Matt ignored this as he wrapped his strong arms around Jeff's pale tummy, wrapping his arms around his waist.

"Good night Jeffie." Matt whispered hotly into his brother's ear. "Sleep well."

Jeff slowly nodded his head, but tried his hardest not to show the tears falling down his eyes. They would be the only things keeping him company throughout the whole night.

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Randy was having a hard time sleeping. He didn't understand what was going on; one minute, he was angry to see his own friend being burnt to a crisp. Then he blacke dout, and now some freaky stuff was going on. It was around 2 AM when he fell asleep, but when he woke up he found himself in a murky swamp.

"H-hello?" He said, standing up. "Is anyone out there?"

There was a laugh. Randy turned around, seeing the fog being lifted as a young boy came towards him. He looked like a child versin of the Legend Killer, but was dressed in a black cloak and had scales, fins on his arms, ears and a reptilian tail. His white eyes stared at the older man with curiousity.

"Let's play, Randy!" The child giggled. "Play, and play and play forever!"

"Who are you?" asked Randy, walking toward the boy, water sloshing against his legs. "And where is here?"

"Play, Randy!" The boy repeated. "Play with me, like we always did!"

"Do I know you?"

"Play with me, play with me!" That was the repeated cry of the strange reptilian child. He took Randy's hand into his own. "Please?"

Randy gazed into the eyes of the young boy...strange as it sounded, he looked familiar. As if he knew him from long ago...

"No...I can't..." said Randy, pulling away from the boy. "I'm sorry...but I have to go..."

"You're leaving me again..." The boy said softly, tears starting to form in his eyes. "Why? Why are you doing this to me?"

"I don't mean to." said Randy. "But I have to..."

"Don't leave me!" The boy cried, getting on his knees. "Don't make me be alone again...please...please..."

But as Randy walked toward him, the fog began to thicken once more, taking the boy with it. But it didn't stop the sobbing to echo in the dark area.

"So, you made it at last."

Randy turned around to see another figure walking toward him. This one looked exactly like him, but also kept the reptilian features of the young boy, but his hands soon became reptilian claws, and he also had forked tongue that stuck out in the air eveyr now and then, a noise similar to a snake hissing.

"Hello, Randall Keith Orton." said the figure. "I am Phylegyas, the keeper of the Fifth Circle of Hell."

"H-hell?" Randy gasped out. "I can't be in Hell yet, I'm alive."

"This is just a representation of the circle that you once stayed in years ago." Phylegyas continued. "I've come to talk to you about your history. You are a demon, a Hell Keeper."

"I-I'm not a demon, I'm human!" Randy replied.

"Try your hardest to deny it, and you'll find it harder to fight it." Phylegyas hissed. "You were me a long time ago, and nothing can change. Our minds are linked, because down at the core you and I are the very same person."

"No, you must be mistake. I have human DNA, not a demon's...do demons have DNA?"

"ENOUGH!" Phylegyas roared. "Listne and listen well...it is your job to become a Hell Keeper and purge this world of sin. In no time, we will become one, and then this world shall be cleansed."

"No...no! I won't let that happen!" screamed the Legend Killer, trying his hardest to run away from the figure. The fog was covering him, so he couldn't see his surroundings. For in a few seconds, he was face to face with Phylegyas once more.

"You cannot escape your destiny, Randall." said Phylegyas. "We shall become one, and we shall rid the world of evil once again. And this time, you're not going to forget about me...just like you did seventeen years ago."

"I don't remember you..." said Randy, stepping back. "Who are you?"

"The question is 'Who was I'?" said Phylegyas. "When you were but a little boy heading off to school for the first time, you climbed up a tree and never came down. But then, you met up with someone known as 'Phylegyas'...your imaginary friend."

"My what?" Randy gasped out.

"The two of us were inseperable, and you were influenced by me more and more." The Hell Keeper continued. "You told me your darkest secrest, and you wanted my company more and more...but one day, when you started 4th grade...it happened."

"What happened?" asked Randy weakly.

"You were chased by two bullies down an alleyway and were about to be beaten to death." Phylegyas answered. "In a state of panic, you called out to me. And I took control. I purified the boys of sin, but the two died of shock from my appearance. Then, you were taken to the hospital and soon connected the deaths of the boys to my appearance. When I tried to talk to you, you immediatley told me to go away, and forced yourself to forget me and everything related to me forever."

"Y-you were the one...who did that..." Randy gasped out as memories began to flood through him. "No...no...please...this can't be..."

"I saved you Randy Orton, and what did you do?" said Phylegyas. "You ignored me, you forgot about me, but...we'll be together soon...and you'll never forget about me ever again."

Randy closed his eyes as he felt the fog encase him, but it didn't stop him from seeing the white eyes of the demon...those eyes telling him that he wasn't going to leave anytime soon.

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Randy woke up in a cold sweat, hand on his heart as he took in oxygen. That dream...no, it was a nightmare...it was haunting him, with that demon telling him something from his past. It couldn't have been real...but that demon was coming to purge the world of all sin. It was going to kill people, wasn't it?

John slowly stirred awake. He let out a big hawn as he sat up, staring into the frightened blue eyes of the Legend Killer.

"Are you all right?" He asked his friend. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Randy turned his gaze to John...but in his eyes, he saw the reptilian face of the demon in his dreams. He pushed John away, knowing full well what was going to happen.

"G-get out!" He screamed. "John leave now!"

"What?" asked John, trying to understand what was going on. "Randy what's going on?"

"It's you..." Randy hissed, getting out of the bed, and pointing an accusing finger at the WWE Champion. "Just get going...please, just go!"

"But I can't." said John. "I need to make sure you're okay."

"I'm fine...but if you don't go, I don't know if I will be okay. Please..." Randy pleaded. "Just go..."

John soon wrapped his arms against the tatted torso of the Legend Killer, the younger man flinching at the touch.

"Tell me, what happened," John whispered in his beloved's ear. "Please, I want to help you."

"No..." Randy whimpered. "John...please get away...please..."

He pushed John out of the way as he got on the ground, his whole body trembling. "No, no, no, no..." He chanted. "Please...stop this...stop this...stop this! Take me if you will, but leave John alone! Please...please..."

He soon let out a horrible scream as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. His skin color became milky white with black blood flowing through his veins. He screamed in terorr as his spikes grew from his back and a tail wrapped around his muscled body. His ears soon became fin like, hands became reptilian claws, face became scaly...and as he turned to look at John, he could see a row of pointed teeth being run by a long pointed tongue.

"Finally..." Randy hissed. "I'm free at last!"

"Randy?" said John, looking at the Legend Killer with disbelief and horror. "No..."