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A dark car pulled up to Randy's house. Black gloves gripping the steering wheel. Opening the door Taker stepped out looking the place over. He looked the small understated building over. He remembered Randy telling him it was small but it suit his needs. He was hardly home to enjoy it anyways.

His eyes drifted to the over turned bowl on the front steps. By his guess that means Randy has not been out today or he was never home last night. He just prayed Randy was ok. He was not pleased when in his trance last night to touch with the spirits asking their help to find the vampire that took John, He was shown the Gateway Arch. That meant they were coming after Randy as well.

Taker just hoped Randy was still inside & that he was not too late either way. He walked up the front steps his black boots crunching any loose stones. He tried knocking & even if not proper he tried the handle of the door finding it locked. He waited without an answer. He called Randy's phone again. He must have called him at least 5 times in the last 12 hours. Ever since he came from his trance.

Taker walked back down the steps walking around the house to check it out. Granted he could have broken a window or the door, but that would draw attention. He knew the best path, just hoped he was strong enough at the moment. He spotted just what he needed a tree on shady side of the house. He moved towards it keeping his senses open to any life near him. Seeing & feeling the coast clear he stood near the shadow the tree was casting against the house. He extended a hand as a few archaic words passed smoothly from his lips. The shadow seemed to grow darker almost gained depth. Taker lowered his hand & stepped forward into the Shadow. It sealed behind him returning to normal.

Taker stepped back out inside the house. A shadow cast along the wall from drawn blinds. He looked around his eyes easily seeing in the near darkness. By his guess it was an office, now he just had to hope it was the right home. He saw a photo on the desk. It was of Randy & John during a celebrity base-ball game. Taker only allowed himself to chuckle briefly at it. The smile then faded.

He stepped out of the room & into the hall. So he now saw he was on the second floor. He closed his eyes to focus more. He just walked a straight line till he detected what he was waiting for. The lightest of heartbeats muffled through the door just ahead of him. His eyes opened as he tried the door finding it unlocked. Stepping into the room he moved to the bed seeing Randy's prone body sprawled over it. A low growl already thinking murder seeing the bruises that ran along Randy's skin. Deep bruises dotted his legs as well as both wrists.

"Randy…Answer me…pl-please Randy." Randy offered a weak moan his head turning to the side exposing the reddened flesh of the bite. Taker tried to control his rage…towards the being who had the audacity to attack both of his boys & at himself. If he had taken Randy back to Texas he would have still been safe.

"Randy…" Taker carefully sat on the bed next to him. He removed one of his gloves brushing Randy's face.
"Jo-John?" Taker sighed as he was sure the boy was either dreaming or delusional.
"Randy…Can you open your eyes for me?"
"Ma-Marcus?"
"Yeah…"
Randy slowly opened his eyes trying to turn his head in the direction of his touch. "Wh-where's Jo-John…"
Taker closed his eyes a moment. "He's missing remember?"
"No…No…He…He was here…"

"Impossible…you were dreaming."
"NO…" Randy cringed.
"Let me try to heal you…then we can talk."
Randy lightly nodded. Taker placed a finger in his mouth allowing a fang to prick the skin. He then moved it to Randy's lips. He lightly took it getting only a few drops before the wound was already closing. Taker pulled the finger away moving it to brush Randy's forehead again.

"If you need more I can give more…but best to start with just a little."
"OK…I'll be ok Marcus."
"Did you see him…The attacker…I am pretty sure they are the same." Taker couldn't dread the thought that more than one was after them."
"Wa-wasn't him…It was…John…"
"What? No…can't be…that would mean…no…pl-please…they couldn't have…but it shouldn't have worked…" Taker shaking his head lowering it. "It isn't possible…It had to have been an illusion…"
"It wasn't…" Randy slowly reached up taking Taker's hand in his calming the bigger man looking back down at him. "I felt him…you know our bond…I didn't at first…his mind was blocked from me…un-until he bit me. Something happened & he stopped. For some reason he stopped."

Randy shuttered a bit. "He was determined to kill me last night…something stopped him though. I had fully rested my life in his hands…I didn't want to…but I had made my peace & was willing to die at his hands if he really felt I betrayed him."

"Oh god Randy." Taker moved to lay next to he younger man. "That was brave of you…maybe dumb…but brave." He looked over his body. "The bruises are from before he stopped?"
"Um…some…" A blush swept Randy's face. "I still felt bad, plus I missed him so much…Even after the fog on his mind began to clear…I-I, well I asked him to still use me…sleep with me."

"He lost control didn't he?"
"Yeah…he moved with such speed & force."
"Be lucky you lived through it…Just checking…Can you feel everything, move even if sore?"
"Ye-yeah I believe so…" Randy tried not to feel scared but to just make sure he wiggled his fingers & toes.
"Good the way you were bruised & if he was really that rough with you, be glad he didn't break anything."
Randy shivered again. "Can I get up…"
"Sure….I know you a mess…I was more concerned about your health."

"I appreciate it." Randy slowly got up still limping as he moved to the bathroom. He ignored the tub for now & just used the sink & some warm water to wash himself down watching as some of the bruises were still fading.

"How he feel?" Taker asked from the door way.
"What way? Mentally, physically?"
"I guess both."
"Physically nearly perfect. There was no trace of the injury, the only down side was he was cold…well cool…less so after he drank from me."
"He is still new…he will have the hunger a lot…"
"Define a lot…"
"Depends…if he is lucky every few days."
"Days? But you last weeks…almost a month now."
"Yes that took many years of training. I also pushed myself to achieve that. Before John I lasted roughly a week between feedings. I had little concern for humans before him. Humans were food & serve…"

Randy tried not to shiver. "I am glad you changed." Taker offered a small smile in the reflection Randy saw. "As am I…Now of his mental state?"
"Once the fog began to clear he was pretty much himself. When the fog was in place he was more like…well Jonathan…maybe worse…he felt we both betrayed him…that we just wanted each other & was glad he was out of the picture." Randy dried himself off, now moving to drain the tub feeling he could move better.

He then moved past Marcus & into the bedroom area. When he moved to the dresser that is when he spotted the folded paper. He picked it up reading it. "What the!? Damn it…" Taker approached behind him Randy handed the letter back before he started to dress. Taker took it & began to read it.

'Randy,
I hope you are in good health when you find this note. Thank you for turning yourself over to me, or fate or what ever you want to call it. Your love for me I honestly feel if what broke through the poisoned tongue he used to make me want me to hurt you, not hurt kill. I am sorry & hope you do still forgive me. I am sorry for any pain you are in now, I tried to control myself.

I would have stayed longer to be truly sure you were ok. I could not though he is waiting for me outside. I do not know where I will be after this . I also don't know how I will be whenever it is I can see you or Marcus again. I am his now. Marcus would understand that. I do not know how he will react once he knows I had failed him by not killing you.

I know you & maybe Marcus is going over seas soon. Tell him to please be careful, my creator needed me & you away from Marcus because Reaper is after him again. He was also created by her & given the task to return Marcus to her. I know bonds between the creator & their creations can be weakened. Marcus has done so with Reaper. Maybe I can help him break his ties to her as well for everyone safety.

I know by now you wonder if I am so his why can or am writing this. As of now the choices are mine. I am returning to his side because I gave me word the night he came to Boston. If he had not done as he did, well we both know where that had me.

I hope that if I show I will stay his, that he will allow me to be with you & Marcus still. If you both will still have me.
John'

Taker shook his head as he folded the letter. Before he could open his mouth a door bell when off. "I'll be right back." Randy told him heading downstairs. Reaching the door he opens it seeing two police officers. "Good evening officers. Can I help you?"
"We hope so." One spoke before looking at a small note pad. "Mr. Randy Orton?"

"Yes…"
"You know a Samantha Speno."
"Yes what is this about officers?"
"Would you mind stepping outside."
"Actually yes I would."
The two officer's exchanged looks then looked at Randy. "Mind if we come in to ask a few question & is there anyone else home at the moment."
"Well you just asked one." He answered before thinking. "But yes I have a Co-working visiting he is up stairs at the moment." He debated a moment before moving to let them enter. He led them to the living room. "So what you want to know about Sam?"
"She went missing a few days ago."

"I have no clue. I only just got back into town yesterday late afternoon…maybe early evening. You know 4 or 5 maybe."
"May we look around."
"No…you make it sound like I have something to do with her vanishing."
"Not at all sir."
"Then why would you need to look around my house?" Randy stood back up.
"Please relax Mr. Orton. What is your relationship with Ms. Speno?"
"An ex…guess you can still call her an acquaintance or friend. She looks after this place when I am on the road traveling. It has been a while since I even seen her. I leave money to cover expenses, leave a list of things to be done. I also mention when I should be in town."

"An ex?"
"Yes…" Randy tried to keep his temper knowing the implied thought.
"Any idea when she may have last been here?"
"No…I am guessing recently since she had decorated the outside for Halloween, not even knowing I was coming in."
"If you were not supposed to be here, why are you?"
"I don't see how that matters." He heard foot steps. "I don't feel like answering anymore questions. Please leave."

The officers stand. "If we have more questions."
"I told you I hardly see her anymore, I have no information for you. Good night." He ushered the police to the door. Once closed he turned seeing Taker on the steps. Randy couldn't help the worried look in his eyes. "How much go that you hear?"
"Not much."
"Good…sorry."
"Don't be…" He continued down the steps. "You wish to talk at all about either?"
"Either?"
"The note or why the police are darkening your door."
"Yes & long story short Sam is missing."
"Fun…if you been knocked out most of the day I think you need to eat."

Randy tried not to roll his eyes. "Is leftovers ok?"
"Just fine." Randy headed for the kitchen Taker walked behind him just watching as Randy pulled out his left over Chinese.
"You want anything?"
"I'm fine."

As Randy was reheating the food the doorbell rang again with persistent banging. "For crying out loud!" Randy shut the pan on the stove off & headed for the front door. Taker followed just in case there was a problem, the pounding was a clear sign whatever or whoever it was not good. Randy opened it a sigh from his lips. "What do you wa…"
"WHERE TH FUCK IS SHE ORTON!?"
"I already told the cops I don't know Jo."
"I don't believe you…"
"Why the hell would I do anything to Sam? He helps me out…why the world would I hurt her?"
"Soured grapes…the fact she broke up with you."
"For crying out loud Jo…we broke up what five or six months ago. You're delusional."
"Says the man who claims to hear voices & has a hair-trigger temper."
"OH COME ON! A character…you know ACTING!"

"I want to come in & see for myself."
"No."
"Why not."
"Lets see for one you come to my home & accuse me of harming Sam. Two I am busy & don't have time for this shit."
"What the hell is more important?"
"Looks I am sorry Sam never returned home. I have no clue where she is."
Jo took a deep breath. "Sorry for loosing my cool Randy…just she is…well…everything. Please if you hear anything."
"I'll let you know but I doubt it."
"Thanks." Jo turned on her heels leaving.

Randy closed the door turning looking at Taker in the door way where he stayed out of sight.
"Why? Is it just cause I am the Ex I'm prime suspect?"
"Yep…Come on grab your food."
Randy nodded returning to the kitchen deciding it was warm enough & plated it back up. He moved to sit slowly eating. As he ate Taker began to talk about who exactly Reaper was.

"OK so let me get this right, she some crazy vampire sorceress that created you & who ever created John. She is for some reason stuck in a swamp in Ireland & seems determined for you to give yourself over to her fully again?"
"Sounds about right."
"So did she make this new guy just to get you back…why not just use him for however long she had you for?"
"No clue."
"How does she feed if she can't leave the swamp?"
"Animals, people dumb enough to explore the area. Some do it for the experience of the setting, others do it because if the legend of the bog witch not knowing it is real. The even sadder one is a few times a year…last I knew quarterly the town I was born in actually has people sent in knowing pretty well they won't come back."

"Hold on they make offerings…screw that sacrifices to her like she some twisted deity?!"
"Pretty much."
"That's just fucked up…if she can't leave why? Why can't a band of people just go in & kill her?"
Taker lowers his head. "I am partly to blame for the legend. After my creation I held such disdain, rage, fury toward them…I would go into the village in the middle of the night. I would abduct people & drag then back into the bog. Some we fed from then released letting fate decide if they wandered mindlessly back to the village as babbling fools speaking of these monsters or if the creatures of the bog would kill them first."

Taker slowly stood up as he took a breath. "As time grew I became less & less picky only damning the bloodlines that had a hand in our arrest & deaths. It then came a time people came of their own accord. Poor sheep masked as humans being lead to slaughter to placate the bog hag to leave everyone else alone."

Taker raised a hand to his head rubbing his temple. "I don't exactly remember at what point I left her to explore the lands…then from there I traveled to the states. She let me go…or so I thought….every time I would return to Ireland I could feel her…she would call to me like a cursed siren song. I would go back to her…she had her uses for me…then would let me go. Give me the false feeling if freedom, only until I returned to her land again. The last I seen her was six years ago…when I first met John."

"But how…something about you & John being together stopped her from calling you?"
"Yes & no…she still tries to call me to her…but it is not as strong. John works to keep me distracted why we are there…even if he didn't know it. I had never told him that Reaper had never stopped trying to get her claws into me again…"
"Damn it…"
"Yeah…that was one reason I was thinking of missing that leg of the UK tour. Yes I know I have you now…but why tempt it if I am not needed."
"True…so what you gonna stay in England or Scotland while we are in Ireland…or you just return early stateside?"
"I had not thought that far yet."
"You know we leave in just about a week right?"
"Yes I know."

Randy shook his head as he got up tending to his dishes. "Well I guess I better do some wash since we need to fly out tomorrow right?"
"Yes."
"OK. Let me grab my suit cases…damn they still in the car…"
"Want me to grab them for you since so you don't need to worry about shoes or a coat."
"That would be great." Randy retrieved his keys giving them to Taker as he headed for the basement. Opening the door he took a few steps then stopped his nose crinkling. "What the hell?!" A faint cough at the foul odor that filled his senses. He was still paused about half way down when taker returned.

"RANDY Get back here now!" Taker almost roared from the top of the steps. Randy turned his head looking at him. "NOW!" Randy turned heading back up.
"Wh-what is it?"
"Do you not smell that?"
"Yeah…wh…you know what it is?"
"I have a bad feeling."
Randy quickly starts shaking his head. "No…no…TAKER NO!"
"You have dish gloves."
"Um…yeah." Randy walked over to the sink, opening under it he removes the thick yellow gloves bringing them back to Taker.

The larger man places them on before making he way down the steps. Though not something he had done in a while he focused on halting his breathing. His eyes took in the darkness it was only partly finished to hold a few small pieces of gym equipment, another part had the washer & dryer. He was drawn to a walled off section of the basement. In side was the water heater & heating unit. He could only shake his head seeing the body propped between the two. Her throat slit long & deep, traces of the blood clung to her clothing.

He turned returning up stairs. "I am sorry Randy."
"No…"
"You need to call it in."
"How can I…they will think I did it?"
"Tell them the truth…you discovered her when you went to tend to wash. Don't go near it…your finger prints won't be anywhere near her unless you tended to the heater recently?"
"No…fuck…" Randy looked green running for a powder room sadly losing the dinner he just ate. Once Randy was sure he was done he rinsed his mouth before moving to the phone.

A cold chill ran his body. He glanced at Taker with a worried look. "You will be fine Randy…and I don't know." Even without trying to read his mind Taker knew Randy had the same fear he did…when he was under his creator's control did John do it? Randy picked up the phone calling the police.
"Hello…this is Randy Orton I would like to report a body…"