Gangrel had to take Psyche Luna along with him to the stadium, which was a bit of a drag. When he got there, she just sat on a chair outside his dressing room hunched up and talking to no one.
While he got dressed, he heard Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley outside of his door, talking on a cell phone. After she hung up, he heard her saying something to Psyche. He crossed to the door and quietly listened.
"So, who are you?" Stephanie asked. When Psyche said nothing, she started getting bitchy.
"I know. You must be Gangrel's new girl toy, aren't you? You're his latest bitch."
After a second, Stephanie screamed. She slammed the door to Gangrel's room open, banging his head against the wall.
"Your girlfriend just bit me!" she screeched. "I'm going to get rabies."
Gangrel grabbed a tissue and gingerly touched his nose, which was starting to bleed. "She's not my girlfriend, she's Luna's kid."
Stephanie's eyes glittered. "Ooh, she's your daughter?"
"No," Gangrel said. "She's sixteen years old. Luna and I haven't been together that long. I think her father's dead."
"Well, I'm sorry about that, but WHY THE HELL DID SHE BITE ME?!" yelled Stephanie.
Gangrel shrugged. "She's just weird. Now would you leave me alone and let me get dressed?"
Stephanie got out, but not after shooting him a murderous look. Gangrel knew that she would use this against him.
After Gangrel sat Psyche in the audience, he got ready for his match with Triple-H.
Gangrel came out with his usual little ritual—drinking the goblet of tomato juice, then spitting it into the air. It didn't have the same macabre flair to it that it usually did, though. That was because Psyche was watching him all the time.
It shouldn't have bothered him. Every time he wrestled, there were millions of people watching him. Just Psyche…with those weird eyes and intense stare…it would unnerve anyone.
Psyche watched avidly while Gangrel and Triple-H spat insults back and forth. Then Stephanie came out.
She swaggered out, in her tight shorts and low-cut shirt, holding a microphone. She smirked at Gangrel, then went over to Triple-H and hugged him. Gangrel waited for her to start.
"While I was walking around this morning, looking for a watch I lost," Stephanie began, "I passed outside of Gangrel's dressing room. And when I was there, I saw a girl sitting outside, waiting for Gangrel to get out." She paused for emphasis.
"I asked that girl whether she was Gangrel's girlfriend or not. And you know what she did?" She paused again while Triple-H kissed her on the head. "SHE BIT ME!!!!" The crowd roared.
Gangrel rolled his eyes. Stephanie saw this. "Don't you dare roll your eyes at me, you vampire. I could have got rabies from your bitch!"
Gangrel tried to keep calm. "You shouldn't call her that," he muttered. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Psyche sitting up straight in her chair, clutching the sides of the seat. Her face had turned white, and she was shaking her head slowly back and forth, her hair whipping around her face.
"Why not?" Stephanie challenged him.
Gangrel sighed. This was getting to him. "Look, she's not my girlfriend. She's Luna's kid from another marriage. Her dad died, and I have to take care of her. Her name's Psyche Luna."
"So why didn't you just tell Luna to keep her?" asked Triple-H. He smirked. "If she's such a bitch."
Psyche Luna rushed from her seat, her boa shedding feathers and her coat flapping. She ran pretty fast, so fast that all you could see was a blur. She jumped into the ring and started pummeling Triple-H in silence.
Triple-H tried to disentangle himself from her. "What the hell…" He finally got free and held Psyche by her coat lapel.
She hissed at him, her eyes narrowing.
"Well, she's as crazy as Luna was," he said finally. "Crazier, I think."