Kayla moaned and opened her eyes only to close them again as the room spun around her. She pushed back her nausea and her mind cleared enough for her to remember what had happened. Her head snapped up and she had to stop as gongs went off in her brain. When they subsided she was able to take in her surroundings. Not that there was much to take in. The room they were in was void of any source of light.

She seemed to by lying on a floor and Kayla reached out pausing when her hand connected with something warm. Saying a quick prayer she crawled closer to the source of warmth and quickly confirmed that it was a human body. Kayla felt her way up to the person's face and was relieved when her hand came in contact with long locks of soft hair.

Kayla gazed around her helplessly unable to even determine the size of the room. The darkness began to close in on her and she had to fight to remain calm. Trying to distract herself she turned her attention back to Christian. "Christian?" she called softly shaking him, "Wake up. Please wake up." Her hands felt carefully along his face and body searching for major injuries. "Christian, . . . please . . . talk to me," a sob caught in her throat and she jumped when she felt a hand on her arm.

"Kayla?" Christian's voice came to her through the darkness.

"Christian?" she cried in relief, "Thank God!" She felt him begin to sit up and fumbled through the darkness to assist him. Kayla felt him wrap an arm around her and she leaned into his warmth.

"Where are we?" Christian asked also intimidated by the darkness.

"I don't know," Kayla whispered before remembering the blow to the head that he had received, "Are you okay?"

"My head hurts like crazy," Christian confessed, "If I didn't have a concussion before I sure as hell do now." Christian looked down at her even though he couldn't see her, "What about you?"

"A few bumps and bruises, my ribs are a little sore, but I'm okay," Kayla reassured him.

"What happened to Jericho?" Christian asked.

Kayla felt another shiver run up her spine as she remembered the state that Chris had been in. "They hurt him pretty bad. He was alive," she reported softly as the tears fell from her eyes, "But I don't know if he was conscious or not. They . . ." she trailed off and shuddered.

"They what?" Christian asked in concern feeling her body shake.

"They dumped a bucket of blood on him," Kayla told him, "I've never seen anything like that."

It was Christian's turn to shudder. "The Blood Bath." He whispered a sinking feeling settling in his stomach.

"What?" Kayla frowned when he didn't answer her, "Christian, what's going on?"

Christian reached out and took her by the shoulders, "Kayla, I need you to promise me that no matter what happens you'll do exactly what I tell you. Promise me."

Kayla was silent, Christian's urgency scaring her more than anything. "Christian, what's wrong? What do you know?" Kayla cursed herself for her cowardice as her voice quivered and frightened tears filled her eyes.

"Promise me." Christian's voice was firm, commanding, and his grip on her arms matched the resolve in his voice.

"I-I promise," Kayla whispered confusedly, "What's the hell is going on, Christian?!" she demanded rising to her knees, "What's scaring you so much?"

Before Christian could answer her, a door opened and the room was flooded with blinding light. "It's not what he's afraid of, my dear, it's who."

Kayla blinked furiously and could just barely make out an older man with pale skin and blonde hair standing in the doorway. Christian rose unsteadily to his feet, pulling Kayla up with him and pushing her behind him. "Gangrel," the name was an insult, and a curse.

Gangrel smiled displaying long pointy teeth, "Now, now, Christian, is that anyway to greet your master."

"You're not my master anymore," Christian growled, "The Brood is finished, it has been for a long time."

Gangrel smiled and reached out hitting a switch on the wall. Light filled the room, while it was dim and long shadows were cast across the walls, it was enough that they could finally take in their surroundings. "It is time that changed." The older man gestured to the room around them.

Inside the room where three beds and three closets. Kayla saw a door, which most likely led to a bathroom. "What's going on?" Kayla asked for what seemed the hundredth time an edge entering her voice as fear and frustration got the best of her.

Gangrel snapped his fingers and several men appeared behind him as Gangrel moved further into the room. "You must be very confused, my dear," Gangrel said in a sympathetic voice, "But, surely you remember Edge and Christian as the Brood?"

Kayla shrugged, "I only got back into wrestling right after the Brood broke up." Kayla tried to think rationally through her aching head and the nausea that still gripped her.

The Master of the Brood noticed her disorientation, "I apologize for the use of Chloroform but it was the only way to get you here without having to damage you any further. The effects will wear off soon." Gangrel walked over to them and took a lock of Kayla's hair in his hand. "You are beautiful, Miss McIntyre. I can see why Edge fancies you."

Christian knocked Gangrel's hand from her hair. "Don't touch her, you bastard."

Gangrel's lips twisted into a snarl and he backhanded the already unsteady young man across the face. Christian fell to one knee and shaking his head prepared to launch himself at his former master only to stop as he heard the click of a gun being readied to fire.

Gangrel smiled, "As you can tell I have things quite under control. You will speak to me with respect from now on or you will pay the price."

Kayla moved to Christian's side glaring angrily at her captor as she did so. "What do you want with us?" she demanded helping Christian to his feet.

"It is time for the Brood to reform. If I have the two of you, Edge will soon follow." Gangrel clasped his hands behind his back, "If I simply took Edge I could never break him, but using those he cares about against him, I will be able to bend him to my will."

"What happens to Kayla if you get Edge?" Christian asked placing a protective arm around the redhead's shoulders.

"She will remain with us of course," Gangrel replied amiably, "I have no desire for you boys to spend your life in solitude. In time I'm sure you will find a suitable mate as well."

Kayla shook her head, "You're sick."

Gangrel smiled, "Think that if you like," Suddenly the smile was gone to be replaced with a feral snarl as one hand shot out to grab Christian by the throat and the other tangled itself in Kayla's hair. Kayla was taken aback by his strength. Gangrel smiled seeing her comprehension. "You will obey me regardless of what you think. I am your master and you will treat me with respect."

As quickly as he had grabbed them he released them and the smile returned to his face. "Now you should both get some rest. There are clothes for you in the closets. Feel free to use the bathroom and wash up. Dinner will be brought to you in a few hours."

"Dinner?" Kayla asked remembering they had been taken at night.

"Yes, you've both been unconscious throughout the day." Gangrel shrugged, "The men I hired used too much Chloroform."

"Are these idiots the same guys who grabbed us?" Christian asked bitterly.

"No, these men that you see are my servants," Gangrel turned and walked towards the door, just inside the doorway he stopped. "I will send a doctor to examine both of you. I do believe Christian is suffering from a concussion."

Without another word Gangrel slammed the door and they heard the lock click leaving them standing alone in the room once more.