~Sorry it took so long- just got back from holiday. Thanks for all the
feedback; it's very much appreciated. Short but relevant chapter this one.
I'll try to get the next up as soon as possible~
Guilt?
Surely that couldn't be the horrible feeling he had inside. The feeling of regret, anger and sorrow all piled in one, topped with the knowledge that he couldn't change the past.
No it couldn't be guilt. He'd never felt guilt in his entire life. Not even when he'd thrown his young nephew onto the streets with nothing but a few dollars in his pocket.
Regret maybe.
She could have broken her neck again. But he'd figured she'd be okay, after all, she had pulled through the first time hadn't she?
It wasn't that he didn't love his daughter- because he did, very much- but without his job, without the power, Eric Bischoff would have nothing. Would be nothing. Stephanie McMahon would be smiling then. She would have it all.
Revenge was on the cards. Eric would get her back- he only had a concussion, Smackdown was a couple of day's away and Judgement day was about 5 days away. He would be ready to fight back- he just needed to find some people to help him out.
The General Manager sat up in his hospital bed, pulling the pillow behind him into a more comfortable position. He sighed as he thought about the only visitor he'd had that evening.
Batista. The man had spouted some angry words to his uncle, about how upset he was about what he'd pulled and about how he would never let him harm Lita again. Though the most hurtful words came when Bischoff had tried to explain why he did what he did. Batista had shook his head and mouthed "You're a failure as a manager Eric, and you're even more a failure as father."
He'd never forget those words, and if there was one thing Eric hated more than anything, it was 'failing'.
With that last thought on his mind, Bischoff stood and left the room, to go and find his daughter.
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"I know why you're here," Lita looked up from her position in her hospital room bed. She hated hospitals, ever since she'd found out her mother had died in one -'there was nothing the doctors could do'- she hated doctors too.
"Then you know that these flowers aren't from me," the wrestler stated as he closed the door and passed her the snow-white lilies. Lita scrunched up her nose as the looked at them, brushing a finger across one of the petals.
"How cute," she sighed, obviously thinking they were anything but. "The perfect flowers for any funeral."
The man smirked. Although he didn't really know the girl very well at all, he could understand why a lot of people did. She had always seemed to be one of those people that loved and enjoyed life. That's why it was ironic that she had been given a bunch of flowers that symbolise death of all things.
"Preferably your father's funeral no doubt," he spoke and Lita glanced up at him slightly surprised. She kept forgetting that people knew about her family secret. Batista had only told her minute ago that the doctor had let it slip to half the roster, and as she was now only talking to her second visitor that evening, she had yet to face many others. Ignoring the wrestler's last comment, she pulled out a small white piece of paper with some words scrawled on in thick black ink:
'5 days, they will be judged'
The diva shuddered slightly, thinking that it was kind of morbid of him to send her the flowers with a note like that while she was still in hospital. But in way it was kind of comforting too.
"Look I know that he sent you to help me tonight-" Lita began.
"-And Kurt, Edge and Jeff too." He informed her, and Lita's eyes went wide with disbelief.
"You mean he told them about us?" she felt her heartbeat quicken just imaging the questions that Jeff and Edge would throw at her. She wasn't ready for that yet. It was bad enough that they knew about her father.
"No, only Angle knows. That's how he found out about Stephanie and Heyman's plans. He couldn't reach you so he sent me. Kurt found Jeff and told him there would be a new owner, but didn't tell him who it was or why he wanted to protect you. I guess Jeff told Edge." He shrugged and folded his arms, looking down at the young woman in front of him.
Lita shook her head and sighed. Things were getting too complicated and she couldn't wait till all the secrets were out in the open. Only 5 days to go. She reached down into the drawer beside her bed, wincing slightly when the movement put pressure onto her ribs. The wrestler moved forward to help her sit back up once she had found what she was looking for. He could have sworn he saw a flash of embarrassment on her face at his actions.
"Thanks Steve." She murmured, and Austin nodded briefly. He watched as she opened the small black box she held in her hands and removed from it the small gold object. "Everyone will find out soon enough, and then everything's going to change."
Lita couldn't help but smirk as she placed the wedding ring on her finger. "Things are really going to change."
Guilt?
Surely that couldn't be the horrible feeling he had inside. The feeling of regret, anger and sorrow all piled in one, topped with the knowledge that he couldn't change the past.
No it couldn't be guilt. He'd never felt guilt in his entire life. Not even when he'd thrown his young nephew onto the streets with nothing but a few dollars in his pocket.
Regret maybe.
She could have broken her neck again. But he'd figured she'd be okay, after all, she had pulled through the first time hadn't she?
It wasn't that he didn't love his daughter- because he did, very much- but without his job, without the power, Eric Bischoff would have nothing. Would be nothing. Stephanie McMahon would be smiling then. She would have it all.
Revenge was on the cards. Eric would get her back- he only had a concussion, Smackdown was a couple of day's away and Judgement day was about 5 days away. He would be ready to fight back- he just needed to find some people to help him out.
The General Manager sat up in his hospital bed, pulling the pillow behind him into a more comfortable position. He sighed as he thought about the only visitor he'd had that evening.
Batista. The man had spouted some angry words to his uncle, about how upset he was about what he'd pulled and about how he would never let him harm Lita again. Though the most hurtful words came when Bischoff had tried to explain why he did what he did. Batista had shook his head and mouthed "You're a failure as a manager Eric, and you're even more a failure as father."
He'd never forget those words, and if there was one thing Eric hated more than anything, it was 'failing'.
With that last thought on his mind, Bischoff stood and left the room, to go and find his daughter.
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"I know why you're here," Lita looked up from her position in her hospital room bed. She hated hospitals, ever since she'd found out her mother had died in one -'there was nothing the doctors could do'- she hated doctors too.
"Then you know that these flowers aren't from me," the wrestler stated as he closed the door and passed her the snow-white lilies. Lita scrunched up her nose as the looked at them, brushing a finger across one of the petals.
"How cute," she sighed, obviously thinking they were anything but. "The perfect flowers for any funeral."
The man smirked. Although he didn't really know the girl very well at all, he could understand why a lot of people did. She had always seemed to be one of those people that loved and enjoyed life. That's why it was ironic that she had been given a bunch of flowers that symbolise death of all things.
"Preferably your father's funeral no doubt," he spoke and Lita glanced up at him slightly surprised. She kept forgetting that people knew about her family secret. Batista had only told her minute ago that the doctor had let it slip to half the roster, and as she was now only talking to her second visitor that evening, she had yet to face many others. Ignoring the wrestler's last comment, she pulled out a small white piece of paper with some words scrawled on in thick black ink:
'5 days, they will be judged'
The diva shuddered slightly, thinking that it was kind of morbid of him to send her the flowers with a note like that while she was still in hospital. But in way it was kind of comforting too.
"Look I know that he sent you to help me tonight-" Lita began.
"-And Kurt, Edge and Jeff too." He informed her, and Lita's eyes went wide with disbelief.
"You mean he told them about us?" she felt her heartbeat quicken just imaging the questions that Jeff and Edge would throw at her. She wasn't ready for that yet. It was bad enough that they knew about her father.
"No, only Angle knows. That's how he found out about Stephanie and Heyman's plans. He couldn't reach you so he sent me. Kurt found Jeff and told him there would be a new owner, but didn't tell him who it was or why he wanted to protect you. I guess Jeff told Edge." He shrugged and folded his arms, looking down at the young woman in front of him.
Lita shook her head and sighed. Things were getting too complicated and she couldn't wait till all the secrets were out in the open. Only 5 days to go. She reached down into the drawer beside her bed, wincing slightly when the movement put pressure onto her ribs. The wrestler moved forward to help her sit back up once she had found what she was looking for. He could have sworn he saw a flash of embarrassment on her face at his actions.
"Thanks Steve." She murmured, and Austin nodded briefly. He watched as she opened the small black box she held in her hands and removed from it the small gold object. "Everyone will find out soon enough, and then everything's going to change."
Lita couldn't help but smirk as she placed the wedding ring on her finger. "Things are really going to change."