Edge, Matt, Jeff, and Lita made their way to the car. Lita was at the front of the group and when she stopped in her tracks Edge walked right into her back. "Whoa, babe, way to put on the brakes," Edge smiled until he too saw what had made Lita freeze in mid-step. "Oh dear god . . ." Edge trailed off as he and Lita broke into a run and the others now realizing the situation followed on their heels.

"Oh, Chris," Lita murmured as a tear slipped down her cheek. Chris Jericho lay unconscious in a puddle of blood.

Edge crouch down beside him and shivered as a chill ran down his spine. "This isn't all his blood . . ." Edge trailed off a haunted look in his eye.

Jeff went white as realization hit him; "It can't be . . ." he trailed of shaking his head in denial.

"The Blood Bath," Edge confirmed as he reached out to check Chris' pulse. Thankfully it was there strong and steady.

"I'll get the Doc and call 911," Matt told them running back into the arena.

Chris groaned and his eyes fluttered open, his face twisted in pain. The cobwebs cleared somewhat when his blue eyes settled on Edge and Lita. "They . . . they took them," Chris whispered weakly.

Edge paled and Lita placed a supporting hand on his shoulder. "Someone took Kayla and Christian?" she pressed urgently.

Jericho nodded. "They didn't want me, just them. We tried to fight them . . . b-but there were too many," Jericho ground his teeth against the pain coursing through his body.

"Do you know who it was?" Edge pressed knowing his friend was in pain but needing to know.

"No . . ." Jericho replied his voice growing weaker with each word, "They were wearing ski masks."

Edge nodded and laid a hand on Jericho's shoulder. "Okay, take it easy, man. Don't talk anymore. Just rest. Help is on the way."

They doctor arrived the ambulance not far behind. Lita rode in the ambulance with Chris while, Matt, Jeff, and Edge stayed behind to talk to the police before joining Lita at the hospital.

They sat together in the waiting room. Many members of the WWF roster had joined the group. Even Undertaker and Kane had put in an appearance. The members of Team Xtreme watched Edge with concern. The Intercontinental Champion was pale and his eyes were unfocused. The young man was visibly shaking. Lita was afraid for her friend. Not only was Chris badly injured but also the attackers had taken Kayla and Christian. Lita reached out and took his hand. "We're going to find them, Edge."

Before Edge could respond the doctor that was tending to Jericho came into the waiting room. Everyone rose to their feet waiting anxiously for the damage report. "Chris is going to be fine," the doctor told them with a smile, she continued after allowing that to sink in, "He's been beaten up pretty badly and is going to have to stay here for a couple of days but should be good as new in a week or two." She turned specifically towards Edge and Team Xtreme. "Chris is asking for you. Try not to be in there too long he needs to rest."

Matt nodded his understand and shook the doctors hand, "Thank you so much."

She smiled and patted his hand, "I'm glad I could help." Her eyes went to Edge, "Chris told me about what had happened, does he need something to calm him down?"

Matt glanced over at Edge, "I think he'll be alright for now, but I'll let you know if that changes."

The doctor smiled once again before heading off to see the next patient. The four young people filed into Jericho's room and were relieved to find him awake and alert. "Hey," Lita greeted him with a smile moving forward and stroking his hair, "How are you feeling?"

"I've had worse," he told her with a small grin.

"Sure you have, tough guy," Lita indulged with a smile of her own.

Jericho's eyes met those of Edge. "Edge . . . I'm sorry . . ."

Edge shook his head, "You did everything you could, Chris, I know that," Edge sighed, "I need to ask you some questions, I'm sorry but I need to know. I've got a bad feeling."

Jericho nodded, "Ask away."

Edge pulled up a chair and sat down so he was at eye level with his fellow Canadian. "You said they didn't want you, did they say why?"

Jericho sighed, "They just said that they'd been paid a lot of money to bring Kayla and Christian in alive." Jericho frowned, "They were willing to just let me walk away."

"How badly were they hurt?" Edge asked dread gripping his heart.

Jericho shook his head, "I'm not sure. Christian got punched and was out cold. I'm not sure, but the last time I remember seeing Kayla she was on her feet and conscious." Jericho closed his eyes, "I remember hearing her voice, I think she was telling them to stop beating me." He opened his eyes, "They actually did stop. The last thing I remember was something being dumped from a bucket onto me."

Edge sighed, "They gave you a Blood Bath."

Jericho frowned, "You mean like you and Christian used to do when you were a part of the Brood?"

Edge nodded, "Yeah," he put his head in his hands, "I think I know who did this."

"Who?" Lita asked surprised.

"Gangrel," The room fell silent as an icy chill seized their hearts.