Edge walked through the streets of New York City knowing he'd get no sleep
that night. He thought of his brother and Kayla and how if Gangrel had hurt
them he'd pay for it in blood. The blond Canadian sighed. Edge would know
soon enough how Christian and Kayla were.
Edge let his mind wander. Flames flashed in his mind's eye as he recalled the Brood's chilling entrances and the pure power of it all. Being around Gangrel was like a drug. The vampire emitted a dark power, which he had allowed Edge and Christian to tap into. The cost though had been great. Gangrel had taken their family name from them and instead of being Edge and Christian Cage they were simply Edge and Christian. Mysterious, charismatic, and irresistible, the Brood had been a force to be feared.
Then Gangrel had led them into the Ministry of Darkness. Christian had taken a lot of abuse from the Undertaker and it had torn Gangrel and Edge apart to be forced to stand by and watch. Finally, the Brood had managed to break from the Ministry but the damage had been done.
Each of them changed. Gangrel became more violent, his beatings more frequent. Christian became even more silent if that was possible, and he himself, well he had begun to rebel with a vengeance. Edge had lost count of how many times Gangrel had left him laying in a pool of blood, had beaten him to rid him of his insolence.
Somehow Edge had found his way to his apartment and unlocking his door climbed the stairs and flung himself onto his couch. Edge lay on that couch through the night simply remembering. Throughout the next day he ignored the phone each time it rang knowing that it was his friends and they would only try to talk him out of what he had to do.
The Intercontinental Champion did not eat that day but rose at seven o'clock that night and looking out the window saw the black Mercedes that would take him to Gangrel. Edge grabbed his duster and sunglasses and strode out the door and over to the car. The back door opened and taking a deep breath climbed in.
The Canadian was immediately blindfolded and his hands were tied behind his back. Edge forced himself not to struggle knowing that he would only get himself knocked unconscious. Gangrel was cautious he would not want any of his captives to know where his lair was located.
The ride was silent and must have taken well over an hour, but finally the car pulled to a stop and Edge heard the driver's door open and close and several moments later his own door opened. A firm hand gripped his arm and pulled him out of car. Gangrel was near he could feel it.
Edge felt the hand on his arm pull him away from the car guiding him up a flight of steps. He heard the sounds of a door being opened and was pushed inside. Another set of hands grabbed his other arm and he was roughly hustled off through whatever building he occupied. Taken by surprise Edge stumbled when his two captors stopped nearly jerking him off his feet.
Edge was forced to his knees and silence reigned for several long seconds. "You may remove the blindfold,"
Edge froze at the sound of the voice and a moment later the blindfold was removed and Edge could see Gangrel stand several feet in front of him smiling.
"I knew you'd come, Edge." Gangrel said, taking a sip from his chalice.
"You didn't give me much choice," Edge ground out angrily.
Gangrel shrugged amiably and gesture to his guards, "Release him, I don't think he's going anywhere."
The two men cut his arms free and Edge climbed to his feet rubbing his wrists. "Where are they, Gangrel?" Edge demanded, "Where are Christian and Kayla?"
Gangrel sighed, "I can see that you won't be put at ease until you see them. Come, follow me, I will take you to them."
Edge followed Gangrel through the halls ignoring the guards that walked only a few feet behind him. Gangrel stopped and opened a door gesturing for Edge to step inside. The Enigma entered and saw Kayla asleep on a bed Christian sitting besides her keeping a protective watch.
"Christian," Edge called softly watching his brother turn to meet his gaze.
Christian stood and walked to where his brother stood only to stop and stare pointedly at Gangrel.
The vampire apparently got the idea because he stepped back from the door. "I'll leave you to your reunion and allow Edge to get settled. I'll come for you later so we all may talk,"
Christian ignored Gangrel only stared into his older brother's eyes until the door closed, "Edge," Christian said softly, "You shouldn't have come, but I'm glad you're here," Christian embraced his brother for a long moment before stepping back.
Edge squeezed his brother's shoulder, "I'm just glad to see that you're okay," he turned his green eyes to his sleeping girlfriend, "Is she okay?"
Christian turned to regard the sleeping redhead, "Well, physically she's more or less uninjured," he began carefully, "But . . ."
"But what?" Edge demanded uneasily looking again towards where Kayla lay resting.
"Gangrel attempted mind control on her last night," Christian confessed, "Now, she managed to fight it off," he added hastily seeing the feral gleam come to Edge's eyes, "But she's understandably tired. It took a lot of energy. And mentally . . . well she's terrified of it happening again."
"I'll kill him!" Edge snarled, anger flooding his veins.
"Edge!" Christian snapped grabbing his irate brother by the shoulders, "Calm the fuck down!"
Edge glared at his brother but the European Champion did not back down, "We need to stay cool if we're going to get out of this, bro," Christian told him firmly, "Kayla needs you and you're no good to her if you're acting like a hothead!"
"Gangrel had no right to do that to her," Edge spat.
"No, and believe me I want to kick his ass as badly as you do for it," Christian replied, "But there's a time and a place and the time is not now."
Edge opened his mouth to reply but a sleepy voice cut him off. "Christian?" Kayla called from the bed looking around until her eyes found the Canadian. Her green eyes widened when she saw who else was there, "Edge?"
"Hey, Princess," Edge smiled lovingly as she scrambled from the bed and into his waiting arms.
Kayla wrapped her arms around him, allowing herself the sheer pleasure of being in his arms and inhaling his masculine scent. "I missed you," she whispered burying her face in his chest, in his strength.
"I missed you too," Edge told her softly. He tipped her chin up so that she was forced to meet his gaze, "Christian told me what Gangrel did."
Kayla frowned, "I don't want to talk about it," she told him shaking her head.
"Kayla, . . ." Edge began gently only to be cut off again by the petite redhead.
"How's Jericho?" Kayla asked needing to know that her friend was okay.
"Chris is fine, well a bit banged up but he's out of the hospital," Edge informed her heartened when he saw her smile in relief.
"Thank God," she said a bit of the weariness fading from her features.
"Kayla," Edge began again, "We really need to talk about what happened with Gangrel."
"No we don't," Kayla refused, "It happened, it's over, and I'm fine."
"Kayla, Christian and I have experienced it," Edge told her stroking her cheek, "I know it had to have scared you."
Kayla stared deep into the eyes of the man she loved and struggled to express her feelings, "I-I guess it did," she confessed pulling away and looking around the room wishing for a window. "He was in my head, telling me what to think." Kayla turned back to look at the two brothers, "But that wasn't the worst part of it." Kayla paused and took a deep breath, "When he touched my mind . . . part of me like it. I felt the power he has. It was intoxicating."
Christian and Edge understood only too well what she meant. The younger brother spoke softly, "Believe me, we understand. Gangrel can be . . . very convincing when he wants to be. You just can't loose sight of what he really is."
"I know," Kayla's voice took on a more confident tone, "I promise that I won't forget."
Edge smiled and pulled her to him. "We know," he pressed his lips to hers and it felt like it had been forever since they had last kissed. For the sake of their love they'd get through this.
CHAPTER 8 "I'll kill him!"
Edge walked through the streets of New York City knowing he'd get no sleep that night. He thought of his brother and Kayla and how if Gangrel had hurt them he'd pay for it in blood. The blond Canadian sighed. Edge would know soon enough how Christian and Kayla were.
Edge let his mind wander. Flames flashed in his mind's eye as he recalled the Brood's chilling entrances and the pure power of it all. Being around Gangrel was like a drug. The vampire emitted a dark power, which he had allowed Edge and Christian to tap into. The cost though had been great. Gangrel had taken their family name from them and instead of being Edge and Christian Cage they were simply Edge and Christian. Mysterious, charismatic, and irresistible, the Brood had been a force to be feared.
Then Gangrel had led them into the Ministry of Darkness. Christian had taken a lot of abuse from the Undertaker and it had torn Gangrel and Edge apart to be forced to stand by and watch. Finally, the Brood had managed to break from the Ministry but the damage had been done.
Each of them changed. Gangrel became more violent, his beatings more frequent. Christian became even more silent if that was possible, and he himself, well he had begun to rebel with a vengeance. Edge had lost count of how many times Gangrel had left him laying in a pool of blood, had beaten him to rid him of his insolence.
Somehow Edge had found his way to his apartment and unlocking his door climbed the stairs and flung himself onto his couch. Edge lay on that couch through the night simply remembering. Throughout the next day he ignored the phone each time it rang knowing that it was his friends and they would only try to talk him out of what he had to do.
The Intercontinental Champion did not eat that day but rose at seven o'clock that night and looking out the window saw the black Mercedes that would take him to Gangrel. Edge grabbed his duster and sunglasses and strode out the door and over to the car. The back door opened and taking a deep breath climbed in.
The Canadian was immediately blindfolded and his hands were tied behind his back. Edge forced himself not to struggle knowing that he would only get himself knocked unconscious. Gangrel was cautious he would not want any of his captives to know where his lair was located.
The ride was silent and must have taken well over an hour, but finally the car pulled to a stop and Edge heard the driver's door open and close and several moments later his own door opened. A firm hand gripped his arm and pulled him out of car. Gangrel was near he could feel it.
Edge felt the hand on his arm pull him away from the car guiding him up a flight of steps. He heard the sounds of a door being opened and was pushed inside. Another set of hands grabbed his other arm and he was roughly hustled off through whatever building he occupied. Taken by surprise Edge stumbled when his two captors stopped nearly jerking him off his feet.
Edge was forced to his knees and silence reigned for several long seconds. "You may remove the blindfold,"
Edge froze at the sound of the voice and a moment later the blindfold was removed and Edge could see Gangrel stand several feet in front of him smiling.
"I knew you'd come, Edge." Gangrel said, taking a sip from his chalice.
"You didn't give me much choice," Edge ground out angrily.
Gangrel shrugged amiably and gesture to his guards, "Release him, I don't think he's going anywhere."
The two men cut his arms free and Edge climbed to his feet rubbing his wrists. "Where are they, Gangrel?" Edge demanded, "Where are Christian and Kayla?"
Gangrel sighed, "I can see that you won't be put at ease until you see them. Come, follow me, I will take you to them."
Edge followed Gangrel through the halls ignoring the guards that walked only a few feet behind him. Gangrel stopped and opened a door gesturing for Edge to step inside. The Enigma entered and saw Kayla asleep on a bed Christian sitting besides her keeping a protective watch.
"Christian," Edge called softly watching his brother turn to meet his gaze.
Christian stood and walked to where his brother stood only to stop and stare pointedly at Gangrel.
The vampire apparently got the idea because he stepped back from the door. "I'll leave you to your reunion and allow Edge to get settled. I'll come for you later so we all may talk,"
Christian ignored Gangrel only stared into his older brother's eyes until the door closed, "Edge," Christian said softly, "You shouldn't have come, but I'm glad you're here," Christian embraced his brother for a long moment before stepping back.
Edge squeezed his brother's shoulder, "I'm just glad to see that you're okay," he turned his green eyes to his sleeping girlfriend, "Is she okay?"
Christian turned to regard the sleeping redhead, "Well, physically she's more or less uninjured," he began carefully, "But . . ."
"But what?" Edge demanded uneasily looking again towards where Kayla lay resting.
"Gangrel attempted mind control on her last night," Christian confessed, "Now, she managed to fight it off," he added hastily seeing the feral gleam come to Edge's eyes, "But she's understandably tired. It took a lot of energy. And mentally . . . well she's terrified of it happening again."
"I'll kill him!" Edge snarled, anger flooding his veins.
"Edge!" Christian snapped grabbing his irate brother by the shoulders, "Calm the fuck down!"
Edge glared at his brother but the European Champion did not back down, "We need to stay cool if we're going to get out of this, bro," Christian told him firmly, "Kayla needs you and you're no good to her if you're acting like a hothead!"
"Gangrel had no right to do that to her," Edge spat.
"No, and believe me I want to kick his ass as badly as you do for it," Christian replied, "But there's a time and a place and the time is not now."
Edge opened his mouth to reply but a sleepy voice cut him off. "Christian?" Kayla called from the bed looking around until her eyes found the Canadian. Her green eyes widened when she saw who else was there, "Edge?"
"Hey, Princess," Edge smiled lovingly as she scrambled from the bed and into his waiting arms.
Kayla wrapped her arms around him, allowing herself the sheer pleasure of being in his arms and inhaling his masculine scent. "I missed you," she whispered burying her face in his chest, in his strength.
"I missed you too," Edge told her softly. He tipped her chin up so that she was forced to meet his gaze, "Christian told me what Gangrel did."
Kayla frowned, "I don't want to talk about it," she told him shaking her head.
"Kayla, . . ." Edge began gently only to be cut off again by the petite redhead.
"How's Jericho?" Kayla asked needing to know that her friend was okay.
"Chris is fine, well a bit banged up but he's out of the hospital," Edge informed her heartened when he saw her smile in relief.
"Thank God," she said a bit of the weariness fading from her features.
"Kayla," Edge began again, "We really need to talk about what happened with Gangrel."
"No we don't," Kayla refused, "It happened, it's over, and I'm fine."
"Kayla, Christian and I have experienced it," Edge told her stroking her cheek, "I know it had to have scared you."
Kayla stared deep into the eyes of the man she loved and struggled to express her feelings, "I-I guess it did," she confessed pulling away and looking around the room wishing for a window. "He was in my head, telling me what to think." Kayla turned back to look at the two brothers, "But that wasn't the worst part of it." Kayla paused and took a deep breath, "When he touched my mind . . . part of me like it. I felt the power he has. It was intoxicating."
Christian and Edge understood only too well what she meant. The younger brother spoke softly, "Believe me, we understand. Gangrel can be . . . very convincing when he wants to be. You just can't loose sight of what he really is."
"I know," Kayla's voice took on a more confident tone, "I promise that I won't forget."
Edge smiled and pulled her to him. "We know," he pressed his lips to hers and it felt like it had been forever since they had last kissed. For the sake of their love they'd get through this.
Edge let his mind wander. Flames flashed in his mind's eye as he recalled the Brood's chilling entrances and the pure power of it all. Being around Gangrel was like a drug. The vampire emitted a dark power, which he had allowed Edge and Christian to tap into. The cost though had been great. Gangrel had taken their family name from them and instead of being Edge and Christian Cage they were simply Edge and Christian. Mysterious, charismatic, and irresistible, the Brood had been a force to be feared.
Then Gangrel had led them into the Ministry of Darkness. Christian had taken a lot of abuse from the Undertaker and it had torn Gangrel and Edge apart to be forced to stand by and watch. Finally, the Brood had managed to break from the Ministry but the damage had been done.
Each of them changed. Gangrel became more violent, his beatings more frequent. Christian became even more silent if that was possible, and he himself, well he had begun to rebel with a vengeance. Edge had lost count of how many times Gangrel had left him laying in a pool of blood, had beaten him to rid him of his insolence.
Somehow Edge had found his way to his apartment and unlocking his door climbed the stairs and flung himself onto his couch. Edge lay on that couch through the night simply remembering. Throughout the next day he ignored the phone each time it rang knowing that it was his friends and they would only try to talk him out of what he had to do.
The Intercontinental Champion did not eat that day but rose at seven o'clock that night and looking out the window saw the black Mercedes that would take him to Gangrel. Edge grabbed his duster and sunglasses and strode out the door and over to the car. The back door opened and taking a deep breath climbed in.
The Canadian was immediately blindfolded and his hands were tied behind his back. Edge forced himself not to struggle knowing that he would only get himself knocked unconscious. Gangrel was cautious he would not want any of his captives to know where his lair was located.
The ride was silent and must have taken well over an hour, but finally the car pulled to a stop and Edge heard the driver's door open and close and several moments later his own door opened. A firm hand gripped his arm and pulled him out of car. Gangrel was near he could feel it.
Edge felt the hand on his arm pull him away from the car guiding him up a flight of steps. He heard the sounds of a door being opened and was pushed inside. Another set of hands grabbed his other arm and he was roughly hustled off through whatever building he occupied. Taken by surprise Edge stumbled when his two captors stopped nearly jerking him off his feet.
Edge was forced to his knees and silence reigned for several long seconds. "You may remove the blindfold,"
Edge froze at the sound of the voice and a moment later the blindfold was removed and Edge could see Gangrel stand several feet in front of him smiling.
"I knew you'd come, Edge." Gangrel said, taking a sip from his chalice.
"You didn't give me much choice," Edge ground out angrily.
Gangrel shrugged amiably and gesture to his guards, "Release him, I don't think he's going anywhere."
The two men cut his arms free and Edge climbed to his feet rubbing his wrists. "Where are they, Gangrel?" Edge demanded, "Where are Christian and Kayla?"
Gangrel sighed, "I can see that you won't be put at ease until you see them. Come, follow me, I will take you to them."
Edge followed Gangrel through the halls ignoring the guards that walked only a few feet behind him. Gangrel stopped and opened a door gesturing for Edge to step inside. The Enigma entered and saw Kayla asleep on a bed Christian sitting besides her keeping a protective watch.
"Christian," Edge called softly watching his brother turn to meet his gaze.
Christian stood and walked to where his brother stood only to stop and stare pointedly at Gangrel.
The vampire apparently got the idea because he stepped back from the door. "I'll leave you to your reunion and allow Edge to get settled. I'll come for you later so we all may talk,"
Christian ignored Gangrel only stared into his older brother's eyes until the door closed, "Edge," Christian said softly, "You shouldn't have come, but I'm glad you're here," Christian embraced his brother for a long moment before stepping back.
Edge squeezed his brother's shoulder, "I'm just glad to see that you're okay," he turned his green eyes to his sleeping girlfriend, "Is she okay?"
Christian turned to regard the sleeping redhead, "Well, physically she's more or less uninjured," he began carefully, "But . . ."
"But what?" Edge demanded uneasily looking again towards where Kayla lay resting.
"Gangrel attempted mind control on her last night," Christian confessed, "Now, she managed to fight it off," he added hastily seeing the feral gleam come to Edge's eyes, "But she's understandably tired. It took a lot of energy. And mentally . . . well she's terrified of it happening again."
"I'll kill him!" Edge snarled, anger flooding his veins.
"Edge!" Christian snapped grabbing his irate brother by the shoulders, "Calm the fuck down!"
Edge glared at his brother but the European Champion did not back down, "We need to stay cool if we're going to get out of this, bro," Christian told him firmly, "Kayla needs you and you're no good to her if you're acting like a hothead!"
"Gangrel had no right to do that to her," Edge spat.
"No, and believe me I want to kick his ass as badly as you do for it," Christian replied, "But there's a time and a place and the time is not now."
Edge opened his mouth to reply but a sleepy voice cut him off. "Christian?" Kayla called from the bed looking around until her eyes found the Canadian. Her green eyes widened when she saw who else was there, "Edge?"
"Hey, Princess," Edge smiled lovingly as she scrambled from the bed and into his waiting arms.
Kayla wrapped her arms around him, allowing herself the sheer pleasure of being in his arms and inhaling his masculine scent. "I missed you," she whispered burying her face in his chest, in his strength.
"I missed you too," Edge told her softly. He tipped her chin up so that she was forced to meet his gaze, "Christian told me what Gangrel did."
Kayla frowned, "I don't want to talk about it," she told him shaking her head.
"Kayla, . . ." Edge began gently only to be cut off again by the petite redhead.
"How's Jericho?" Kayla asked needing to know that her friend was okay.
"Chris is fine, well a bit banged up but he's out of the hospital," Edge informed her heartened when he saw her smile in relief.
"Thank God," she said a bit of the weariness fading from her features.
"Kayla," Edge began again, "We really need to talk about what happened with Gangrel."
"No we don't," Kayla refused, "It happened, it's over, and I'm fine."
"Kayla, Christian and I have experienced it," Edge told her stroking her cheek, "I know it had to have scared you."
Kayla stared deep into the eyes of the man she loved and struggled to express her feelings, "I-I guess it did," she confessed pulling away and looking around the room wishing for a window. "He was in my head, telling me what to think." Kayla turned back to look at the two brothers, "But that wasn't the worst part of it." Kayla paused and took a deep breath, "When he touched my mind . . . part of me like it. I felt the power he has. It was intoxicating."
Christian and Edge understood only too well what she meant. The younger brother spoke softly, "Believe me, we understand. Gangrel can be . . . very convincing when he wants to be. You just can't loose sight of what he really is."
"I know," Kayla's voice took on a more confident tone, "I promise that I won't forget."
Edge smiled and pulled her to him. "We know," he pressed his lips to hers and it felt like it had been forever since they had last kissed. For the sake of their love they'd get through this.
CHAPTER 8 "I'll kill him!"
Edge walked through the streets of New York City knowing he'd get no sleep that night. He thought of his brother and Kayla and how if Gangrel had hurt them he'd pay for it in blood. The blond Canadian sighed. Edge would know soon enough how Christian and Kayla were.
Edge let his mind wander. Flames flashed in his mind's eye as he recalled the Brood's chilling entrances and the pure power of it all. Being around Gangrel was like a drug. The vampire emitted a dark power, which he had allowed Edge and Christian to tap into. The cost though had been great. Gangrel had taken their family name from them and instead of being Edge and Christian Cage they were simply Edge and Christian. Mysterious, charismatic, and irresistible, the Brood had been a force to be feared.
Then Gangrel had led them into the Ministry of Darkness. Christian had taken a lot of abuse from the Undertaker and it had torn Gangrel and Edge apart to be forced to stand by and watch. Finally, the Brood had managed to break from the Ministry but the damage had been done.
Each of them changed. Gangrel became more violent, his beatings more frequent. Christian became even more silent if that was possible, and he himself, well he had begun to rebel with a vengeance. Edge had lost count of how many times Gangrel had left him laying in a pool of blood, had beaten him to rid him of his insolence.
Somehow Edge had found his way to his apartment and unlocking his door climbed the stairs and flung himself onto his couch. Edge lay on that couch through the night simply remembering. Throughout the next day he ignored the phone each time it rang knowing that it was his friends and they would only try to talk him out of what he had to do.
The Intercontinental Champion did not eat that day but rose at seven o'clock that night and looking out the window saw the black Mercedes that would take him to Gangrel. Edge grabbed his duster and sunglasses and strode out the door and over to the car. The back door opened and taking a deep breath climbed in.
The Canadian was immediately blindfolded and his hands were tied behind his back. Edge forced himself not to struggle knowing that he would only get himself knocked unconscious. Gangrel was cautious he would not want any of his captives to know where his lair was located.
The ride was silent and must have taken well over an hour, but finally the car pulled to a stop and Edge heard the driver's door open and close and several moments later his own door opened. A firm hand gripped his arm and pulled him out of car. Gangrel was near he could feel it.
Edge felt the hand on his arm pull him away from the car guiding him up a flight of steps. He heard the sounds of a door being opened and was pushed inside. Another set of hands grabbed his other arm and he was roughly hustled off through whatever building he occupied. Taken by surprise Edge stumbled when his two captors stopped nearly jerking him off his feet.
Edge was forced to his knees and silence reigned for several long seconds. "You may remove the blindfold,"
Edge froze at the sound of the voice and a moment later the blindfold was removed and Edge could see Gangrel stand several feet in front of him smiling.
"I knew you'd come, Edge." Gangrel said, taking a sip from his chalice.
"You didn't give me much choice," Edge ground out angrily.
Gangrel shrugged amiably and gesture to his guards, "Release him, I don't think he's going anywhere."
The two men cut his arms free and Edge climbed to his feet rubbing his wrists. "Where are they, Gangrel?" Edge demanded, "Where are Christian and Kayla?"
Gangrel sighed, "I can see that you won't be put at ease until you see them. Come, follow me, I will take you to them."
Edge followed Gangrel through the halls ignoring the guards that walked only a few feet behind him. Gangrel stopped and opened a door gesturing for Edge to step inside. The Enigma entered and saw Kayla asleep on a bed Christian sitting besides her keeping a protective watch.
"Christian," Edge called softly watching his brother turn to meet his gaze.
Christian stood and walked to where his brother stood only to stop and stare pointedly at Gangrel.
The vampire apparently got the idea because he stepped back from the door. "I'll leave you to your reunion and allow Edge to get settled. I'll come for you later so we all may talk,"
Christian ignored Gangrel only stared into his older brother's eyes until the door closed, "Edge," Christian said softly, "You shouldn't have come, but I'm glad you're here," Christian embraced his brother for a long moment before stepping back.
Edge squeezed his brother's shoulder, "I'm just glad to see that you're okay," he turned his green eyes to his sleeping girlfriend, "Is she okay?"
Christian turned to regard the sleeping redhead, "Well, physically she's more or less uninjured," he began carefully, "But . . ."
"But what?" Edge demanded uneasily looking again towards where Kayla lay resting.
"Gangrel attempted mind control on her last night," Christian confessed, "Now, she managed to fight it off," he added hastily seeing the feral gleam come to Edge's eyes, "But she's understandably tired. It took a lot of energy. And mentally . . . well she's terrified of it happening again."
"I'll kill him!" Edge snarled, anger flooding his veins.
"Edge!" Christian snapped grabbing his irate brother by the shoulders, "Calm the fuck down!"
Edge glared at his brother but the European Champion did not back down, "We need to stay cool if we're going to get out of this, bro," Christian told him firmly, "Kayla needs you and you're no good to her if you're acting like a hothead!"
"Gangrel had no right to do that to her," Edge spat.
"No, and believe me I want to kick his ass as badly as you do for it," Christian replied, "But there's a time and a place and the time is not now."
Edge opened his mouth to reply but a sleepy voice cut him off. "Christian?" Kayla called from the bed looking around until her eyes found the Canadian. Her green eyes widened when she saw who else was there, "Edge?"
"Hey, Princess," Edge smiled lovingly as she scrambled from the bed and into his waiting arms.
Kayla wrapped her arms around him, allowing herself the sheer pleasure of being in his arms and inhaling his masculine scent. "I missed you," she whispered burying her face in his chest, in his strength.
"I missed you too," Edge told her softly. He tipped her chin up so that she was forced to meet his gaze, "Christian told me what Gangrel did."
Kayla frowned, "I don't want to talk about it," she told him shaking her head.
"Kayla, . . ." Edge began gently only to be cut off again by the petite redhead.
"How's Jericho?" Kayla asked needing to know that her friend was okay.
"Chris is fine, well a bit banged up but he's out of the hospital," Edge informed her heartened when he saw her smile in relief.
"Thank God," she said a bit of the weariness fading from her features.
"Kayla," Edge began again, "We really need to talk about what happened with Gangrel."
"No we don't," Kayla refused, "It happened, it's over, and I'm fine."
"Kayla, Christian and I have experienced it," Edge told her stroking her cheek, "I know it had to have scared you."
Kayla stared deep into the eyes of the man she loved and struggled to express her feelings, "I-I guess it did," she confessed pulling away and looking around the room wishing for a window. "He was in my head, telling me what to think." Kayla turned back to look at the two brothers, "But that wasn't the worst part of it." Kayla paused and took a deep breath, "When he touched my mind . . . part of me like it. I felt the power he has. It was intoxicating."
Christian and Edge understood only too well what she meant. The younger brother spoke softly, "Believe me, we understand. Gangrel can be . . . very convincing when he wants to be. You just can't loose sight of what he really is."
"I know," Kayla's voice took on a more confident tone, "I promise that I won't forget."
Edge smiled and pulled her to him. "We know," he pressed his lips to hers and it felt like it had been forever since they had last kissed. For the sake of their love they'd get through this.
