~PART THREE~
"I'm starving."
I looked at Jeff, attempting not to smile. Jeff ate so much, he was lucky he hadn't killed anyone yet. But, I had to admit, I was pretty hungry myself. We drove around Los Angeles for awhile, until we found a pretty dirty part of the city. It was there that we found dinner. I know that's a rude terminology to use, but, hey, that's what it's like.
Two 19 year-old girls, dressed like sluts, standing outside a bar, smoking. I guess that's one good thing about California; you can't smoke inside any public place. We pulled over, and the girls recognized us immediately. They practically flew into the car, and we drove to a little motel on the outside of town that we knew of.
The owner was also a Vampire, and he gave us our rooms for free (one advantage of being a prince, the only advantage we ever use). I winked at Jeff as I led one of the young girls into my room, and he smiled as he walked down the hall with the other.
I took my shirt off, and asked the young girl what her name was.
"Kelly," she replied, trying to be a sex kitten and failing miserably.
It was my turn to turn on the heat as I took a seat next to her and began to give her a shoulder rub. That's my method, everyone has their own. After I knew she was relaxed and enjoying things, I pulled her gently down on to the bed and started kissing her neck. At the same time, I began to cloud her mind, and put her in a state of semi-consciousness. Then, I let my incisors out to their full length, and bit in.
The warm, slightly salty taste of her blood filled my mouth, and I drank just enough to fill me up. I sighed as I finished, and I cleaned off my mouth and her neck. Then, I loosened her skirt and took off my belt. After that, I brought her back into full consciousness.
She looked at me and smiled. "You are good," she said with a smile. I smiled back, and let her pull me back on top of her.
After we had a little fun, I sent Jeff a mental message. `Done yet?'
He answered back `Oh yeah. Meet ya in about five minutes.' Then, Kelly and I redressed, and met Jeff and his girl in the hallway.
We dropped them off at the bar where we found them, and drove to our hotel in silence. When we got there, I checked my watch. 2:30. Not bad. And since we didn't have to go far the next day for our house show in Anaheim, we'd be able to get a little sleep in.
I took a shower when we got upstairs, as I usually do, trying to wash the scent of blood off of my body. Then I flopped down on my bed. Time for sleep. Or, at least, that's what I thought. I was almost out when I heard someone banging on the door. I looked over a Jeff. He was out cold, so I got up and answered the door.
I found myself looking at Raychele. "Yes?" I said, leaning on the doorjamb, slightly embarrassed to be answering the door in my boxers.
"I want to talk to you."
I thought for a minute. Sleep, or a talk with an attractive woman. Then, I went and put my pants back on, grabbed a room key, and followed her out into the warm LA night.
We found a little park, and sat down on the grass overlooking a small pond. "What's up?" I asked quietly.
She looked out over the water. "I wanted to know how you were feeling about everything. I know that a lot happened to you today. Are you handling everything okay?"
I exhaled slowly. I hadn't thought much about everything after we left the Staples Center. "I'm okay. I just never really planned for any of this, like I should have. I guess I was a little naive." For some reason, I had no problems admitting that, I felt really comfortable around her.
"Do you think Jeff will be okay?"
Hmm. Now that was a tough question. He seemed fine, but then he never thought about this, either. I knew that I'd have to talk to him again. "I don't know. Sometimes I forget how sensitive he is. He might take this whole thing harder than I do."
We talked for another hour, about plans and what would happen if the threats became reality, and then went back to the hotel. I went to my room and fell asleep, and had two dreams. One was Raychele and I kissing. The other, was a nightmare about my father.
~PART FOUR~
It had been two weeks of nightmares and being extra careful. Jeff, Adam, Jay, Raychele and I spent almost every free hour thinking of plan after plan, and I was getting ready to lose it. I had tried to call my father about thirty times, but he was never home. I kept hoping he had moved to protect himself.
There was just one added problem: I had fallen for Raychele. Hard. And I couldn't do anything about it. Damn monarchy bullshit. Can't date anyone who works for me, Jeff, or our father. That had been ingrained in me since I was a young boy. And it made me sick. So, I had to talk to her constantly and pretend to feel nothing towards her. To this day I wonder how I pulled that off. Maybe I should say `if' I pulled that off.
It was then that I began to notice some odd treatment from a few of our fellow wrestlers. Some of the new guys. Justin Credible and Raven, to be exact. I never did find Justin Credible's real name, either. Everyone just called him Justin. But I overheard someone calling Raven Scott.
If things weren't bad enough, I got a phone call one Monday, right before we were supposed to meet with Vince to discuss who was going to turn heel as our storyline developed. "Hello?" I answered carefully, not recognizing the number on my phone.
"Hello, Prince Matthew?"
I froze dead in my tracks. "Who is this?"
The man on the otherside cleared his throat. "I am Lars White, your father's Second. I have something I need to tell you."
I vaguely remembered meeting Lars when I was younger. "Yes?" I asked, knots forming in my stomach. Jeff was staring at me, and Raychele had gone on ahead.
Lars sighed sadly. I thought I was going to be sick. "A hunter got your father this morning. I'm sorry to be the one telling you of his passing." He paused, and I started to shake. "We need you and your brother to come back to Cameron as soon as possible, so we can have you coronated."
This wasn't happening. "I understand," I replied after a few seconds, trying not to let my voice crack. "I'll talk to Vince McMahon about it."
"I'm sorry," he repeated, and hung up.
I hung up the phone, and my knees gave out. Jeff caught me right before I hit the ground, and helped me sit down close to the wall. "What happened?" he almost yelled.
I swallowed hard. "They got Dad," I said, allowing the tears to roll down my cheeks. "We need to go back to Cameron. I have to..." I trailed off and gave Jeff a hug. We were still there, crying in the hallway, when Raychele and Vince found us.
Vince knelt down in front of us. "What happened?" he asked quietly, while Raychele ran off to find Adam and Jay, having figured it out quickly.
"Our father passed away this morning," Jeff answered, rubbing his face with his fist.
Vince immediately stood up. "I'm going to go make arrangements for you to go home."
I looked up at him. "This may sound a little strange, but can you make arrangements for Adam, Jay, and Raychele, too? They were really close with the family."
Vince nodded, and took off down the hall. Jeff and I didn't move. I don't know about him, but I couldn't. I had gone completely numb. I didn't want to believe that my worst fears had come true. Adam and Jay came running over, and joined us on the floor. They had known our father for years, and had tears in their own eyes.
Raychele walked over a few minutes later, but kept her distance. She had never met Dad, and probably felt a little out of place.
A bunch of the other superstars came by and gave us their condolences, and Amy and Trish gave Jeff and I each a hug. It felt good to know that they all cared. Except for Justin and Scott. They walked right past us.
Vince came back, and told the five of us to hurry up, we had a flight leaving Dallas, where we were for Raw that night, to Raleigh-Durham leaving in two hours. We thanked him, and got on our way.
"I'm starving."
I looked at Jeff, attempting not to smile. Jeff ate so much, he was lucky he hadn't killed anyone yet. But, I had to admit, I was pretty hungry myself. We drove around Los Angeles for awhile, until we found a pretty dirty part of the city. It was there that we found dinner. I know that's a rude terminology to use, but, hey, that's what it's like.
Two 19 year-old girls, dressed like sluts, standing outside a bar, smoking. I guess that's one good thing about California; you can't smoke inside any public place. We pulled over, and the girls recognized us immediately. They practically flew into the car, and we drove to a little motel on the outside of town that we knew of.
The owner was also a Vampire, and he gave us our rooms for free (one advantage of being a prince, the only advantage we ever use). I winked at Jeff as I led one of the young girls into my room, and he smiled as he walked down the hall with the other.
I took my shirt off, and asked the young girl what her name was.
"Kelly," she replied, trying to be a sex kitten and failing miserably.
It was my turn to turn on the heat as I took a seat next to her and began to give her a shoulder rub. That's my method, everyone has their own. After I knew she was relaxed and enjoying things, I pulled her gently down on to the bed and started kissing her neck. At the same time, I began to cloud her mind, and put her in a state of semi-consciousness. Then, I let my incisors out to their full length, and bit in.
The warm, slightly salty taste of her blood filled my mouth, and I drank just enough to fill me up. I sighed as I finished, and I cleaned off my mouth and her neck. Then, I loosened her skirt and took off my belt. After that, I brought her back into full consciousness.
She looked at me and smiled. "You are good," she said with a smile. I smiled back, and let her pull me back on top of her.
After we had a little fun, I sent Jeff a mental message. `Done yet?'
He answered back `Oh yeah. Meet ya in about five minutes.' Then, Kelly and I redressed, and met Jeff and his girl in the hallway.
We dropped them off at the bar where we found them, and drove to our hotel in silence. When we got there, I checked my watch. 2:30. Not bad. And since we didn't have to go far the next day for our house show in Anaheim, we'd be able to get a little sleep in.
I took a shower when we got upstairs, as I usually do, trying to wash the scent of blood off of my body. Then I flopped down on my bed. Time for sleep. Or, at least, that's what I thought. I was almost out when I heard someone banging on the door. I looked over a Jeff. He was out cold, so I got up and answered the door.
I found myself looking at Raychele. "Yes?" I said, leaning on the doorjamb, slightly embarrassed to be answering the door in my boxers.
"I want to talk to you."
I thought for a minute. Sleep, or a talk with an attractive woman. Then, I went and put my pants back on, grabbed a room key, and followed her out into the warm LA night.
We found a little park, and sat down on the grass overlooking a small pond. "What's up?" I asked quietly.
She looked out over the water. "I wanted to know how you were feeling about everything. I know that a lot happened to you today. Are you handling everything okay?"
I exhaled slowly. I hadn't thought much about everything after we left the Staples Center. "I'm okay. I just never really planned for any of this, like I should have. I guess I was a little naive." For some reason, I had no problems admitting that, I felt really comfortable around her.
"Do you think Jeff will be okay?"
Hmm. Now that was a tough question. He seemed fine, but then he never thought about this, either. I knew that I'd have to talk to him again. "I don't know. Sometimes I forget how sensitive he is. He might take this whole thing harder than I do."
We talked for another hour, about plans and what would happen if the threats became reality, and then went back to the hotel. I went to my room and fell asleep, and had two dreams. One was Raychele and I kissing. The other, was a nightmare about my father.
~PART FOUR~
It had been two weeks of nightmares and being extra careful. Jeff, Adam, Jay, Raychele and I spent almost every free hour thinking of plan after plan, and I was getting ready to lose it. I had tried to call my father about thirty times, but he was never home. I kept hoping he had moved to protect himself.
There was just one added problem: I had fallen for Raychele. Hard. And I couldn't do anything about it. Damn monarchy bullshit. Can't date anyone who works for me, Jeff, or our father. That had been ingrained in me since I was a young boy. And it made me sick. So, I had to talk to her constantly and pretend to feel nothing towards her. To this day I wonder how I pulled that off. Maybe I should say `if' I pulled that off.
It was then that I began to notice some odd treatment from a few of our fellow wrestlers. Some of the new guys. Justin Credible and Raven, to be exact. I never did find Justin Credible's real name, either. Everyone just called him Justin. But I overheard someone calling Raven Scott.
If things weren't bad enough, I got a phone call one Monday, right before we were supposed to meet with Vince to discuss who was going to turn heel as our storyline developed. "Hello?" I answered carefully, not recognizing the number on my phone.
"Hello, Prince Matthew?"
I froze dead in my tracks. "Who is this?"
The man on the otherside cleared his throat. "I am Lars White, your father's Second. I have something I need to tell you."
I vaguely remembered meeting Lars when I was younger. "Yes?" I asked, knots forming in my stomach. Jeff was staring at me, and Raychele had gone on ahead.
Lars sighed sadly. I thought I was going to be sick. "A hunter got your father this morning. I'm sorry to be the one telling you of his passing." He paused, and I started to shake. "We need you and your brother to come back to Cameron as soon as possible, so we can have you coronated."
This wasn't happening. "I understand," I replied after a few seconds, trying not to let my voice crack. "I'll talk to Vince McMahon about it."
"I'm sorry," he repeated, and hung up.
I hung up the phone, and my knees gave out. Jeff caught me right before I hit the ground, and helped me sit down close to the wall. "What happened?" he almost yelled.
I swallowed hard. "They got Dad," I said, allowing the tears to roll down my cheeks. "We need to go back to Cameron. I have to..." I trailed off and gave Jeff a hug. We were still there, crying in the hallway, when Raychele and Vince found us.
Vince knelt down in front of us. "What happened?" he asked quietly, while Raychele ran off to find Adam and Jay, having figured it out quickly.
"Our father passed away this morning," Jeff answered, rubbing his face with his fist.
Vince immediately stood up. "I'm going to go make arrangements for you to go home."
I looked up at him. "This may sound a little strange, but can you make arrangements for Adam, Jay, and Raychele, too? They were really close with the family."
Vince nodded, and took off down the hall. Jeff and I didn't move. I don't know about him, but I couldn't. I had gone completely numb. I didn't want to believe that my worst fears had come true. Adam and Jay came running over, and joined us on the floor. They had known our father for years, and had tears in their own eyes.
Raychele walked over a few minutes later, but kept her distance. She had never met Dad, and probably felt a little out of place.
A bunch of the other superstars came by and gave us their condolences, and Amy and Trish gave Jeff and I each a hug. It felt good to know that they all cared. Except for Justin and Scott. They walked right past us.
Vince came back, and told the five of us to hurry up, we had a flight leaving Dallas, where we were for Raw that night, to Raleigh-Durham leaving in two hours. We thanked him, and got on our way.