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July 13, 2009

Taker was pacing back stage at the arena he couldn't stand the solitude of the hotel another day. He was feeling like a caged animal wanting to break out of its bars. He heard that some of the prospects from FCW was going to be there tonight. He wanted to see if he could somehow tell which one was the one to hurt John. When Randy had called him over the weekend telling him it was another vampire that had attacked John he wanted to go down to FCW & rip heads till he found the guilty party.

He just hoped he would be able to tell who it was. He had so few dealings with others of his kind over the years. The way Randy made it sound & he couldn't help but agree who ever it was did it for a reason. John was not just some random target. His love had systematically been ripped from him. Who ever this was, they were trying to rip John from him…from them. Who ever it was somehow knew of them.

How though unless the information Randy admitted John told him held true. Either Reaper possessed someone & used them…or she created another. The idea of Reaper having another might have brought comfort to Taker hoping she would stop calling out to him over the years. That maybe she grew tired & created a new toy…but now if that was the case the new toy was hunting John down to hurt him…hurt him as she had wanted him to do when she first heard of him. When she wormed her way into his mind to see John.

He turned quickly when he felt someone touch his arm. Kane quickly moved back to prevent getting punched. Taker lowered his fist. "Sorry."
"What's going on?" Taker looked at him a questioning the statement. "You flying solo."
"Hunter didn't tell anyone?"
"Tell anyone what?"
"COME ON!" Taker turns walking down the hall Kane following behind him till they reach a secluded area. Taker then fills Kane in.

Kane could only looked stunned when Taker finished the tale including what he found out after the fact. "Shit man…and you think it's one of the new guys?"
"Yes…I just don't know which one yet."
"Any way you will know?"
"Not positive. I am hoping I will feel something about them…like I do when I enter an area Reaper is…I have no clue."
"Good luck."
"Thanks…tell the boys to be careful."
"Yeah…you too…" Kane patted Taker's arm before walking off. Taker only watch as Kane vanished around the corner before he continued his search.

Nothing turned up a positive lead. Either Taker was wrong a bout detecting another vampire or this one could hide himself…or he was wrong about it being one of the visiting talent. He was sitting in catering reading an update from Randy. They both wanted to see him again even though John was not sure how close he could get to him. He Love unable to touch him caused a sadness to Taker's heart, but him at least willing to share the same space with him still gave him hope.

In another part of the arena there is a confrontation brewing. A fiery red-head nearly shoving a brutish raven hair man into a storage room. Following after him blocking the exit.
"What thee bloody hell ye doing here Wade?" Nearly screamed Sheamus. Wade tried not to stare daggers at him for his attempted rough behavior. "Well ye gonna answer me man?" His eyes lowered as did his voice. "I know ya didn't find Cassie yet…what…what are ye doing here?" Mention of the woman caused the strong Irishman to want to falter.

"Despite what you may be thinking I have been looking…She was captured I told you that…"
"I am sure back at home & nay here…so why…are…you…here?"
"Her captors want a trade…"
Sheamus lifted his head & eyes looking at Wade. "Tis been almost 2 years…how ye know she still is ok."
"She is my sister…I would know if she was gone…besides that…that…swamp witch knows she the only reason I will help her."

Wade lowered his head a moment before looking back at Sheamus. "I know it doesn't make sense to you my friend. Trust me, my presence in this company is needed to get Cassandra back to us."
"I want to Wade I want to believe ye…but how far ye wish me to stretch my faith."
"As far as you can. You family holds quite some weight in things others do not…seen & unseen. If not we would have never been asked to help with that villages curse."

Wade lowered his head again. "I just regret we did not take the strength of the source more serious." Wade closed his eyes a faint memory returning to him. "As long as it believes I am working towards what it seeks…Cassandra will stay alive. No matter how long it takes."

"Whatcha mean no matter how long?" Sheamus tried not to let his temper grow again.
Wade opens his eyes lifting his head. "The being I need to trade Cassandra for…they need to go to the witch willingly. They need to walk into her land themselves."
"How ye plan on working that one?"
Wade slowly shake his head. "You know my sister & I both walk a thin line of light & dark…it best you not ask my methods of winning her back from the swamp witch."

"If I can be of assistance to ye."
"You can't besides staying clear of my way in my actions."
"I'll need trust ye on this I just hope it nay be makin me double think me morals."
"They may…I can not help that…it my sister & your betrothed."
Sheamus sighed lowering his head at that word 'betrothed'. He had asked for Cassie's hand only the week before her & Wade entered the bog to free the village of the curse it had been under for years. She wanted to find a way to break the curse to prevent any children they may have from being made an offering. It was either break it or leave the village & she knew it had been Sheamus' home for far too long for him to just leave for good.

Sheamus nodded before lifting his head. "OK my friend…for Cassie's sake & her safe journey back to us I shall try to stay out of ye affairs."
Wade slowly nodded. "Thank you friend…now if we have no other matters to discus."
Sheamus shook his head moving out of Wade's way. Wade walked past him when Sheamus placed a hand on his arm. "Just one…don't be such a stranger…ye could grab a phone time to time."
"I'll try." Wade offered a slight smile before leaving the room. Sheamus a few steps behind him.

After the show Wade had decided to drive the few hours back to his apartment in Tampa. Why waste the money on a hotel room when he hardly felt the need to sleep. He walked into the one bedroom apartment looking around. He then walked to the freestanding closet opening the double doors. The middle had a shelf set up like a small altar. He lowered to his knees bowing his head before lighting a black candle & a white one in a frame sitting between them was a photograph of a woman with long sun kissed hair & the same olive green eyes he had.

"I pray you may forgive me sister…we must get you back…I pray every night you forgive my actions now & you forgive me for not being strong enough to destroy the hag for you. Who knows if anyone ever would be." He lifted his head looking at a few images that were attached to the doors. Images of Taker & John. He knew the task before him…it would be a while longer for him to find out of his first plan worked. If not he had two more plans.

Wade stood up brushing his fingers over a few of the photos of John a faint smile to his lips before he drew his tongue over it. He knew even if the first plan worked…John would need someone to pick up the pieces of his broken heart & Wade decided he would be the one. He was already apart of John it was only time now.

He snuffed the flames before closing the doors. He then retired to bed for the night. He knew he had five months before he could see his mistress face to face. Five months before he could pray her mercy to allow him to even get a glimpse of his dear sister to assure himself she was still of this world. He laid down closing his eyes, even if it had been years he could still picture her laughter as sleep claimed him. They were a matched pair…she the light to his darkness.