Chapter 14: A Busy Night
Amanda's POV
"Now where could he be?" I mumble to myself as I exit the elevator on the ground floor. I close my eyes to see if I can find him through his thoughts, but to no avail. I can't find him. To top it all off, my powers don't seem to be working as well as they used to, but I refuse to believe that.
"He must be keeping his mind as blank as possible or must be too far away that I can't find his mind." I whisper to myself as I walk through the lobby to the check in desk.
"Excuse me?" I say in my quick attempt to get the guy behind the desk to look at me.
"Yes?" asks the man, who is dressed in a red and gold blazer with a nametag that says 'Carson', a white dress shirt underneath the blazer, and black slacks. "May I help you miss?"
"I'm looking for a guy about six foot five, muscular build, shaven head, stubble growing on his chin, wearing a black jacket with dark blue jeans and black sneakers. Did he walk by here by any chance?" I ask him as I give him a sheepish look as I start to look around the lobby with my eyes.
"He wouldn't happen to have looked kind of pissed that he almost wanted to murder somebody right?" he replies with a question of his own as he gives me a look that tells me that he knows who I'm talking about.
"Yeah, that's practically sums it up." I answer him as I place my hands into my pockets.
"He walked out of the hotel and made a right as he walked onto the sidewalk about five minutes before you came down here." he answers me as he begins to type away at his computer keyboard.
"Thank you." I say in gratitude as I begin to make my way over to the front door.
The breezy Chicago night greets me as I exit the hotel and turn right to follow Randy's trail. It's a good thing that I brought my jacket with me because even though it's the middle of spring, it still gets pretty cold during the night here in the Midwest, especially in the Windy City. As I make my way down the busy street, I continue to search the thoughts in the area to see if I can pick out Randy's, but I still can't hear his mind.
"Damn that vampire speed of his!" I practically yell in my mind as I cross a busy intersection.
I continue to walk around the downtown area for probably the next hour and a half, searching the area with my mind as I walk, but my powers are still a little off.
"Please don't tell me that you decided to find a way back to Milwaukee to confront Sergei all by yourself." I whisper to myself as I continue to walk down the street, which is practically empty except for a few guys exiting a dingy looking bar down the block.
"The idea is tempting."
I practically jump out of my boots when I hear the random voice speak right behind me. I turn around to see Randy standing in front of me with his hands in his jacket pockets and a neutral expression on his face.
"What have I told you about appearing right behind me from out of nowhere? It's kind of spooky dammit." I tell him as I place a hand on my chest.
"Couldn't help myself; it was too tempting to not scare you shitless." he tells me with a chuckle and a shrug.
"Where have you been all this time?" I ask him as I cross my arms.
"I've been walking around the area to clear my head." he answers me blankly as he looks across the street.
"Good to hear," I tell him with a nod of my head. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm still angry about what happened to Ted, Cody, and Sheamus. He's only been with the WWE for less than a month and somehow, Sergei has aligned himself with the Shield." rants Randy as he crosses his arms.
"Making him even more dangerous than he was before," I mumble to myself as I look down at the ground. "What do we do now?"
"We need to talk to the others before we decide on anything." answered Randy as he rubbed his hand over his chin stubble.
"When did you become so reasonable?" I ask him incredulously as I place my hands on my hips. "You're usually one of those 'act first, ask questions later' kind of guys?"
"Let's just say that when it comes to lessons learned in the WWE, I've learned that on some occasions it's good to be alone. And sometimes, there are strength in numbers." he tells me coolly as he kneels down to tie his shoe.
"You've learned well." I mumble to myself as I look around the area, now noticing that the guys from the bar are starting to walk towards our side of the street.
"By the way, you were looking for me with your mind right?" asks Randy as he stands to his full height.
"Yeah, the thing is though, I should have been able to hear your thoughts if we were in the same area. Are my powers on the fritz?" I ask myself as I cross my arms.
"I think I can explain your psychic dilemma. Remember when you let me feed on your blood after we encountered that Derek guy?" asked Randy as he placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Yeah" I answer him a little uncertainly as I give him a look to match.
"Well, you see, when I fed from your blood, it weakened your powers. It's the same case for all members of the supernatural community who have their blood drunk by vampires." explains Randy as he lets a nervous look come across his face.
"In other words, my powers are still not at its best at the moment." I mumble to him sheepishly.
"Give it a few days and your powers will be back to normal. I guarantee it." says Randy as he stretches his right arm around my shoulders.
"I'll take your word for it." I tell him with an exasperated sigh as I enjoy the feel of his hand rubbing up against my right shoulder.
"Nice girl you got there!"
Randy and I turn around to see a group of about six men stand about eight feet from us. All of them look disheveled and thanks to the hazy glares they're giving us, we both can tell that the guys are absolutely drunk.
"May we help you?" I hear Randy ask them as he gives them a sharp look.
"I was just saying 'Nice girl you got there'." answered a man that was about Randy's height. He had long black hair, a black goatee, and was wearing a plaid long sleeved button down with black jeans. The look he was sending me was borderline disturbing.
"Thanks" answers Randy coolly as he looks at me. "Let's go" he whispers to me as he gestures in the opposite direction.
I nod my head, but when we turn around, we come face to face with a group of four guys standing in our way.
"This is not good." I mumble to myself as we are surrounded by the group, who are now looking more menacing with each step they take towards us.
"You think I can take them on by myself?" Randy whispers in my ear as we back up to a wall.
"Maybe not thanks to the traffic cam pointed right at us." I answer him as I nod my head to the camera across the street pointed straight at us.
"Shit!" grumbles Randy as he looks at the guys, who now have sinister smiles pointed our way, more to me than to Randy. That's when a new thought pops into my brain.
I close my eyes and concentrate on trying to control the minds of all 10 men around us. It's a bit of a stretch, with my now weakened powers, but I manage to get the job done. I insert a certain idea into their fried brains and open my eyes to see that the men are now staring blankly at us.
"You know what guys?" asked the guy in the plaid shirt. "Let's leave these two alone."
"What the hell?" I hear Randy ask right next to me as he gives them all suspicious stares, not believing in what he's hearing.
The other men ignore Randy's question and instead agree with Plaid Shirt Guy. They all give each other friendly looks before making their way down the street, finally leaving Randy and me alone.
"That was weird." commented Randy as he stared at the guys' retreating backs.
I only chuckle in agreement as I feel the effects of my work get the best of me as I almost collapse to the ground, if it weren't for Randy still holding me up.
"Amanda, are you okay?" I hear Randy ask me as he turns me over to face him, the worry definitely showing on his usually flawless features.
"Yeah, I just never realized that using my weakened psychic powers to control 10 drunken dudes at the same time so that they would leave us alone would really take a lot out of me." I tell him tiredly as a lightheaded feeling comes over me.
"We need to get you back to the hotel." he tells me in a serious tone of voice as he looks me in the eye.
"Lead the way." I tell him as I place my left hand on my forehead, trying to keep my bearings together as best as I can, but the sidewalk still looks wobbly to me.
I feel Randy wrap his arm around my shoulder, thankful that I won't have to worry about collapsing onto the pavement if I have to walk by myself. I rest my head against his shoulder as we begin the long walk back to the Marriott, our issue with the durnken guys long behind us.
Randy's POV
It takes us 45 minutes to walk all the way back to the hotel, arriving just before midnight. We quickly walk through the lobby and luckily enter the elevator just as it opens up for us as we walk towards it.
"How are you feeling?" I ask the dark skinned woman next to me as I press the button for the seventh floor.
"A little better, but I still see three of you which means my wooziness hasn't fully gone away yet; I just want this night to be over." she mumbles into my shoulder as the elevator makes its way up to our designated floor.
I only nod my head and rub her shoulder for reassurance in reply. After a few seconds passed, the elevator lets out a sharp ding signaling our arrival. We walk out the machine and back to our room. Once we enter it, I notice that dad is still watching the TV, this time with a beer in hand.
"Where'd you get the beer?" I ask him curiously as I walk Amanda back to the sofa and help her sit down.
"I got thirsty so I called up for room service." answers Dad blankly as he continues to watch some old western movie on TV, SmackDown long finished.
"Is that all you called up for?" I ask him as I make my way over to the fridge to find an icepack.
"Well no; I called up for three beers. Yours' and Amanda's are on the counter." he tells me as he points to the counter, where I look to see that there are two identical beers to the one that Dad has in his hand waiting for me and my mate.
"You can have mine Bob. I'm in no mood for a drink." grumbles Amanda as she lays herself along the couch, managing to fit her 6'2 frame on the sofa cushions.
"The Anaconda refuses a drink? What the heck happened to you two while you were out?" asks Dad as he sits up from his seat and looks at Amanda, who is currently propping her head on the sofa armrest.
"We encountered a group of about 10 drunken dudes while we were out. Amanda used her psychic powers to convince them to leave us alone. Although she did almost collapse to the ground because of the fact I fed from her blood back when we encountered that Derek guy." I tell him as I walk back into the living room with an icepack in hand. I crouch down so that I am at eye level with Amanda and rest the icepack on the right side of her head.
"Thanks" she mumbles in gratitude as she adjusts the icepack on her head.
"Don't mention it." I tell her as I walk back over to the counter and grab the two beers resting on its surface.
"You seriously took control over ten guys' minds at the same time? And they were drunk? With your weakened powers?" asks Bob as he grabbed the remote and pressed the mute button. The TV went silent instantly.
"Yeah, but it puts a lot of stress on the brain." answers Amanda as she looks at the TV screen.
"What you need is a good night's rest. Works every time for me." answers dad as he drinks up the last of his beer. He then snatches the beer from my left hand.
"HEY!" I say in surprise as I watch him open up the bottle.
"What? Amanda said I could have it." answers dad as he takes a big swig from the bottle.
"Whatever" I mumble to myself as I open my beer bottle and take a big gulp of the alcoholic drink. I turn to see Amanda get up from the sofa and walk over to her room, giving me the opportunity to take her seat.
"How are you feeling son?"
I look up to see my dad watching me closely with a concerned look on his face as he puts his beer on the coffee table without breaking eye contact.
"I'm fine. I just needed some time to think that's all." I mumble in response as I take another swig from my bottle.
"Sergei is becoming more and more of a problem with each passing day." I hear dad comment as I begin to wipe the sleep from my eyes.
"You're telling me," I say sarcastically as I finish my beer in one last chug. "Sergei wants to take Amanda from me to use her powers for his fucking evil purposes, he aligns himself with the Shield, he has Sheamus, Ted, and Cody attacked, and they were most likely responsible for those attacks in Green Bay. He's trying to mess with my mind."
"He's attacking your friends and co-workers in order to get to you. Have you warned your other friends too?" dad asks me as he finishes his beer.
"Ted, Cody, Sheamus, Kofi, Wade, Monica, Kelly, Kaitlyn, Alicia, and Layla all know how bad Sergei can be. I need to warn John about him as well. After what happened on SmackDown earlier tonight, the whole locker room should be on high alert, but some of the guys may not even care." I tell him as I place my empty beer bottle on the coffee table.
"If his goal is to get Amanda, Monica would definitely need to be careful since she is Amanda's twin sister. He could easily try something on her to get Amanda's attention." adds Dad as he turns the TV sound back on.
"I wouldn't worry so much on that Dad," I tell him with a sheepish grin. "With Wade and his highly protective werewolf instincts by her side, she should be relatively safe from any real danger."
"It's kind of weird how you guys seemingly made up after he threw you down the stairs last October." comments Dad as a thoughtful look appears across his face.
"Don't bring that up. It took me out of action for a month. If it weren't for the fact we're not supposed to reveal our true selves to the human public, I would have been back the next Raw after that night on SmackDown."
"Hey, it's hard to say you recovered from a herniated disc after three days without revealing that you're a vampire. At least you got to spend a whole month with Alanna." replied dad as he sat back in his chair.
Just the pure mention of her name brings a smile to my face, but it becomes a scowl just as fast as a new thought pops into my brain.
"I can't visit her once we reach St. Louis." I whisper to myself as I place my head in my hands.
"What?" asks my dad as he acts like he doesn't hear me.
"You heard me all too well dad," I exclaim as I get up from my seat. "With all this crap that's been going on between me and Sergei, it will be too dangerous for my daughter to come close to me once we reach St. Louis."
Dad starts to say something, but closes his mouth just as fast when he realizes that what I say is true.
"You are so right." my dad finally mumbles in agreement with me. "In a way, you are starting to lose certain things."
I send my dad a cold glare which practically reads 'Just be quiet!'
"I'll just shut up now. Good night son." he tells me for a goodbye as he walks to our room, leaving me to my thoughts.
I turn off the TV and sit back down on the couch to calm myself down.
"It's currently too dangerous for Amanda and me to be near my little girl. I'm going to have to tell Sam to not bring her to the arena in St. Louis." I whisper to myself as I put my hand in my jacket pocket, but coming out empty in the search for my cell phone.
I look into my other jacket pocket and my jeans pockets, but I still come up empty. That's when a thought creeps up into my brain.
"Oh right; I gave it to Amanda earlier in the day. She probably has it in her purse." I mumble to myself as I get up from the sofa and walk over to the master bedroom down the hall.
I knock on the door to see if I'll get any response.
"Yeah?" I hear Amanda call from the other side of the door.
"Can I get something from your purse?" I ask her as I lean my head against the door.
"Is the thing you want from my purse your cell phone?" she answers me with a question of her own.
"Yeah" I tell her sheepishly as I tap my fingers against the door.
"Come on in; the door's unlocked."
I turn the doorknob and open the door to walk inside the room. Amanda is standing in front of her bed, rummaging through her purse, dressed in a sleeveless dark purple camisole with matching shorts. It is a sight to see.
"Here" she tells me as she finds my phone and throws it over my way, the tired expression evident in her eyes.
"We're you sleeping just now?" I ask her as I look through my contact list.
"I just walked out of the shower when you knocked on my door," she answers me as uncovers the sheets on her bed, her still damp hair evident of that fact. "Who are you calling?"
"Sam" I tell her blankly as I press the call button. "I'm going to tell her to not bring Alanna over to the arena when the roster stops in St. Louis. It'll be too dangerous for her, especially with our issues with Sergei."
"Good plan" Amanda tells me as she fluffs her pillow, but I can obviously hear the disappointment in her voice.
"Yeah; I don't like this either, but it's for the best." I tell her as I place my phone to my ear. It only takes the second ring to go off before Sam answers.
"Hello?" I hear Sam ask me from across the line.
"Hey Sam; it's me Randy." I tell her in greeting, trying to make my voice as light as possible.
"Let me guess: You're calling to make sure that I don't bring Alanna over to see you or Amanda and Monica when you guys reach St. Louis because of this whole Sergei fiasco right?" she asks me with a little hint of teasing apparent in her tone.
"How'd you guess?" I ask her as I let my confusion show on my face.
"One: I watch wrestling so I know what's been going on in the ring between you and the Romanian regent these past few weeks. Two: My family, just like yours, is part of the vampire council so we already got word of why he's even in the states in the first place. And three: Your dad called me just an hour and a half ago warning me about the same thing you were going to warn me about just now."
"Oh" I answer her blankly as I sit down on the right side of Amanda's bed while Amanda climbs in on the left.
"Don't worry Randy. I'm not going to bring our daughter anywhere with danger nearby. I'm just going to have to tell her that this time around, we'll be watching daddy from home instead of the live audience." she tells me with a sigh.
"Is she still awake?" I ask her hoping that she is.
"Sorry; she's been asleep ever since SmackDown finished airing. She really got spooked when Ted, Cody, and Sheamus got ambushed by Sergei and the Shield. Do you want me to wake her so she can talk to you?"
"Nah; let her sleep." I tell her as I look out the window. "How are you by the way?"
"I'm good, I'm good. I'm just happy that you finally found your real soul mate after all this time." she tells me with a mischievous glint in her tone. I groan in frustration.
"Don't tell me that Dad told you when he called you earlier." I tell her as I look at the ceiling.
"Yep; cat's out of the bag. It took you and Amanda long enough though. I knew you two would end up as mates eventually." she tells me with a whole of enthusiasm evident in her voice.
"Just don't tell anyone about it okay?" I ask her as I look over at Amanda, who's giving me a questioning look.
"Sorry; I kind of told Alanna and Josh about you two already." she tells me apologetically.
"You told Alanna already?" I ask her as I go wide eyed at the news.
"Yes; don't worry, she took the news well!" she exclaims into the receiver to reassurance.
I pinch my nose and cover my mouth before a yawn escapes my lips. "Just don't tell anyone else okay? I'll see you around."
"You and Amanda are coming to the anniversary gala right?" she asks me curiously.
"Yeah; we're expected to." I mumble into the line as a wave of exhaustion suddenly comes over me.
"Great; I'll see you then!" she exclaims into the line before finally hanging up.
I put my phone into my pocket and look over at Amanda, who still has that questioning stare on her face, but this time instead of sitting up, she's lying under her sheets on the bed.
"That call went well." she comments as she crosses her arms.
"Yeah, well, dad already called Sam to warn her about the whole not bringing Alanna over to see us thing. Plus, she kinda revealed to her that we're now mates." I tell her sheepishly as I take off my jacket.
"Who else did she tell?" Amanda asks me curiously as she lets out a yawn.
"Alanna and her mate Josh." I tell her as I take off my sneakers.
"As long as Alanna is taking the news well, I'm okay with it," Amanda tells me with a shrug. "Besides, she had to learn about us eventually."
"I guess so." I mumble to myself as I let out another yawn.
"Someone's a tired vampire." Amanda sing-songs in a cheery voice with a matching smile as she moves over closer to my side.
"I'm not tired." I tell her as I try to keep my eyes open.
"Could have fooled me," she mumbles into my ear as I can feel her wrapping her arms around my shoulders, which kinda takes me by surprise. "You need a good night's rest."
"If that's the case, do you mind if I crash in your room? I can hear my dad snoring in ours" I tell her as I listen in on my dad's snores emanating from the room across the hall, stil trying to not let Amanda's close proximity bother me . . . too much.
"Sure, just don't take up most of the bed because if you do, I will so AKO your ass right out of this bed." she tells me with a scowl.
"Not if I RKO you first." I counter with a smirk.
"You wouldn't dare." she tells me as her eyes narrow.
"I RKO'ed Stacy Kiebler, DDT'd Stephanie McMahon, and delivered punts to the skulls of Vince and Shane McMahon. Do you think I'm kidding?" I ask her as I raise an eyebrow at her.
Amanda showed a look of contemplation before uttering her answer. "Can't argue with that one." she tells me with a slightly spooked look as she unwraps her arms from my body.
I smirk at her before leaving the room. I walk into me and my dad's room to see him already in bed, dressed in blue pajamas with cowboy hats on them, snoring like tomorrow.
"And we say Hal's snores can wake the dead." I mumble to myself as I quickly grab my clothes and my toothbrush from my suitcase and enter the bathroom.
After I brush my teeth and take a quick shower, I exit the room dressed in a black t-shirt and a pair of dark blue pajama pants and walk back into Amanda's room to see that she's already fast asleep, her body turned outward to the door.
"How does she do that?" I ask myself as I walk over to her side of the bed.
Once I'm right next to the bed, I kneel down so that I could get a closer view of her sleeping face.
"She looks so at peace; like she doesn't have a care in the world." I whisper to myself as I feel a small smile tug at my lips.
I stand back up to my full height and walk around the bed to my side. I quickly get myself settled beneath the sheets and look over at Amanda, who didn't even move an inch throughout my whole disturbance.
"You are one heavy sleeper." I mutter to myself as I stare at the sleeping woman next to me.
All she does is let out a small snort in reply. Whether it's by small coincidence or if she actually heard me, I'll never know, but it does get me to let out a small laugh as I turn to face the opposite direction.
"Good night" I say sleepily to the darkness as I finally let my exhaustion come over me and my line of sight finally fades to black for the night.
A/N: In this story, Randy and all the vampires I mention have the ability to sleep, just to clarify things. ENJOY AND REVIEW!