Chapter 03:
A/N: Thanks for all those who reviewed!!! Love you all!
InuVintage: Sorry, I already started this story out as Chris Jericho/Stephanie. Hope you still keep on reading though. Mwah!
Stacy pulled on a white, spaghetti-strapped, nightgown, which barely covered her thighs. With only a black thong under, she trotted towards the very inviting bed and tucked herself in. Closing her eyes, she fell fast asleep. How could she not? It was almost 2 in the morning.
Randy meanwhile, changed into a white shirt and a pair of black, jogging pants. He then tucked himself in bed before thinking of how Stacy was doing. Remembering what she had said to him and that she was just a room away, he nodded in contentment and fell asleep as well.
Trish twisted and squirmed in bed as she woke up with a forehead dripping of so much sweat. Somehow, she had a bad feeling...yet it was a bothering feeling she couldn't elucidate. She turned to Jeff who was peacefully asleep with a smile on his face. She smiled as well, thinking of how lucky she was to be with a man like Jeff Hardy. Snuggling in bed with him once again, she tried to close her eyes and go back to sleep. But now, it seemed impossible for the rain had poured harder and the thunder was getting boisterous by the second. She snuggled more into Jeff's chest, feeling the warmth of his body, only covered in a thin, white shirt.
With the movement she was making, Jeff awoke and looked down to find Trish snuggling him close. He smiled and wrapped an arm around her so as to let her know that he was just there.
As the pair tried to put themselves to sleep again, Trish heard a very faint cry of a woman in agony. It was very faint yet she clearly heard it.
"Jeff?" Trish whispered.
"Yeah?"
"Do you hear that?" Trish asked, raising her head up.
"Hear what?"
Trish fell silent for a while to listen to what she thought she heard. Jeff, too, joined the silence to try to listen to what Trish had heard. There it was again...a woman crying in tremendous agony.
"Who do you think could that be?" Trish whispered, beginning to panic a little.
This time, Jeff sat up, also quite startled with the noise they just heard.
David Batista woke up feeling very thirsty as he decided to leave the room just to retrieve a glass of water. Stepping out of his bed, he created a light sound of his movement, awakening a light-sleeping Hunter.
"Where are you going?" he mumbled.
"I'll just get a glass of water." Dave answered back in a soft tone so as not to wake up Ric Flair.
"Okay." Triple H mumbled again as Dave walked up to the door and opened it. Well...tried opening it anyway.
"Hunter?" he called out.
"Yeah?"
"Uhhh...the door won't open."
"What?!" he almost exclaimed, getting up from his bed as well and walking over to where Dave was. Moving out of the way, Dave let him try to open the door himself. "What the hell is going on here?!" Triple H bellowed.
"We're locked in?!" Dave joined in.
Both men tried their best to open the door ten more times before finally giving up. "What the hell..." Triple H muttered.
Tajiri woke up to a sudden gust of cold wind as he turned to find his friends, Rob and Sylvian, to still be sleeping in tranquility. Shrugging and ignoring it, he fell back down in bed.
"What the..." he heard Sylvian mutter as his head rose again to face the French man. "Tajiri...did you feel that?" he queried.
"The cold wind?" Tajiri asked.
"Yeah?"
"Yes, I did." Tajiri answered.
"Are the windows open?"
Tajiri turned to look at the very shut and sealed windows. "No, they're not."
Sylvian raised his eyebrow in bewilderment. "Then what was that?"
"I don't know."
Stacy twisted, squirmed, cried and whined in bed. Her body was filled with sweat as she was dreaming about something odd and dreadful. She was standing in the middle of the corridor where her room was. She seemed to be running towards Randy's room, in search of help. But the more she ran, the more it seemed impossible to reach his room. Every time her foot touched the ground, the corridor grew more and more elongated. She looked back behind her and found a hooded figure, slowly pacing towards her. The figure seemed to be so calmed and relaxed as he slowly yet surely approached her. She ran harder, screaming and calling for Randy as the hooded figure neared and neared. As it reached her, enveloping itself around her, she screamed out a loud scream.
Randy's whole body shot up. Somehow, something wasn't right. And the first thing that came into his mind was Stacy.
"Stacy!" he yelled, the moment he heard a loud scream from the other side. He ran and struggled to open his door but somehow, it didn't seem to budge. Trying to open it three more times, he gave up and kicked the door the hardest that he could as it opened. He ran towards Stacy's door and tried opening it but it appeared that it was locked. Or maybe she was trying to open it on the other side as well. Letting go of the doorknob, the door quickly opened as Stacy ran into him for the second time that night. "Stacy!" Randy called out once again as she threw her arms and wrapped her legs around him, beginning to cry. "What happened?" he asked, this time, in a more gentle tone as he supported her by hugging her back.
"I had a dream. It was horrible! And it happened here in this same house!" she cried on his shoulder.
Randy sighed. "Ssshhh...it's okay. I'm here. I'm here." He pacified as he brought her to his room and laid her on his bed. She still had her arms and legs wrapped around him tight though, making it hard for him as he ended up staying on top of her. "Stacy..." he whispered as Stacy slowly looked up at him. They stared at each other's eyes for a very long while before Randy lowered himself down and captured her lips in a kiss for the second time that night. As she responded to his kiss, he made it deeper, exploring every crevice of her mouth with his tongue. Stacy moaned, wrapping her arms around him tight while playing with his tousled, light brown hair. At that moment, she forgot everything that had bothered her. What only mattered was that she was kissing Randy Orton, the man she had feelings for, for a very long time now.
Randy went further down, kissing and sucking her neck as Stacy moaned once again before pulling him up to kiss him. As he was about to pull her nightgown off, he stopped. "Stacy...we can't do this. Not now." He said before kissing her lightly.
"You're right." She said, kissing him back.
He laid down beside her and wrapped an arm around, kissing her forehead. "Are you okay now?" he asked while rubbing her back.
"Yeah...I'm fine. The dream just seemed so...so real."
"Don't worry. It was just a dream. Go back to sleep."
"I'm not so sure I can."
"Yes, you can. I'm right here beside you. Don't worry." Randy replied, hugging her tighter.
Stacy sighed, obviously traumatized by the dream she just had.
"Come on, babe. Just try." Randy said, kissing her forehead.
"Master...it seemed as though she is in love with someone else. It is in her eyes that I see it."
"If I must compel her to love me, then compel her I must."
"But Master? What about her friends? Especially that young man, Randy Orton?"
"Ah...her friends I shall use to compel. Most especially that man whom she loves, young Randy Orton."
The first voice cackled hard. "Brilliant plan, Master. Brilliant." He chuckled.
Uh-oh...what's that supposed to mean? Until the next chapter! Don't forget to review or else it'll take me a LONG time to update. Mwahahahahaha! :)