Getting RAW

Mark and Sara arrived at RAW two hours before the show. As he got off his Harley, Mark's eyes flashed green for an instant and he froze in his footsteps. Sara came up behind him and placed a comforting arm upon his shoulder. "What's wrong?" she asked.

Mark looked around without turning his head, silently praying not to see Damian or any of the Warriors of Darkness. "It's Damian," he said to her. "I can feel him."

Damian, meanwhile, was in his dressing room with Terri Runnels. He was sitting on the sofa with her in his lap. She was wearing a dress with a short skirt and plunging neckline. Damian was kissing her deeply on the lips while his hand was busy freeing her breasts from the confines of the dress. She could feel as his fingernails scraped along her flesh and she let out a moan that was a combination of pain and pleasure.

Suddenly, Amano and Meathook walked in on them. Damian broke his kiss with Terri to look at the both of them. Terri sheepishly tried to cover her exposed breasts, but Damian just began to casually fondle them to prevent her from doing so. She squirmed with embarrassment and Damian smiled. Meathook and Amano stood like statues, patiently waiting. "This better be important," he hissed at the two of them.

"He's here," said Meathook.

Damian gave Terri's breast an unexpectedly hard squeeze at hearing the news. She cried out in pain and he looked at her. "Go," he ordered her. She gladly got off of his lap, fixed her dress, and hurried out. "Where is he and is the Angel with him?"

"He's headed for his locker room right now," said Amano. "She IS with him."

"And where is Aurora?" Damian asked.

"Waiting for them," said Meathook.

"Excellent," said Damian as he clenched his fists with anticipation. "By the end of tonight, Mark will once again be one of us."

Mark opened the door to his locker room and stopped abruptly when he saw Aurora sitting on the sofa inside. She was leaning back with her legs crossed and her arms across the back cushions.

"Get out!" he commanded.

Silently and deliberately, like a cat, Aurora stood up. She seemed taller than she really was and it wasn't because of her high heels. She had an ominous presence. Sara appeared behind Mark to see what was going on. "Damian wants to see you in his locker room now," she said to Mark. Then her eyes turned to look right at Sara. "Without your whore." Sara took a step forward but Mark put his arm up to block her.

"We both go," he said. "I don't trust you two to behave while I'm gone."

"He's smarter than he looks," Aurora said to Sara. "You've been educating him."

Without even looking at her, Mark knew that Sara was beginning to lose her temper. "You wanna piece of me?" Aurora said in an almost taunting manner.

"Bring it on!" challenged Sara.

Aurora smiled and removed her coat. Sara began pushing Mark to get him to move. Aurora quietly and gently folded her coat while she waited for Sara. Mark wouldn't let Sara pass so she could get at Aurora. Aurora frowned when she saw that Mark was going to prevent them from mixing it up. Her eyes flashed green and she walked forward to them both. Mark took a swing at her when she got close enough, but she just grabbed his arm and yanked him forward. Then she clamped her fingers around his throat and began to squeeze. He gasped for air and Sara walked forward and punched Aurora in the mouth. Aurora lost her grip on Mark and took a few steps back. Sara was seething. Mark rubbed his throat and looked back at his wife. Her eyes flashed blue and she moved towards Aurora. Aurora wiped her bleeding lip and smiled. "It's about time you showed your true color," she said coldly. "Let's take this someplace quiet."

"Bring it on," said Sara.

Aurora waved her hand and burst into Flames and was gone. "South Wing," her voice echoed through the halls.

Sara sucked in her breath through her teeth and disappeared in a flash of light to pursue.

"Sara, NO!" yelled Mark. He left the room to give chase and was met with Meathook's barbed wire bat to the skull. Everything went black.

To be continued…