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A/N: Well, here is yet another chapter. Hope that everyone enjoys it. Thanks to all of my reviewers, and please make sure to check out Someday.

I walked into the dressing room to find Jay and Trish making out, as usual. Maybe that is a reason why I am so sick of this storyline. I'm tired of having to share dressing rooms and hotel rooms with these two. I don't think I have ever heard such inhumane sounds produced during sex before in my entire lifetime. I shake my head as I continue to the back of the room. Jay stops kissing her for a moment.

"Hey Chris. We have a creative meeting after RAW, make sure you're there." He said, then resumed his kissing. I sighed. It always seemed to work out this way. Every time that I need blood, it is always on the night of a meeting.

Sometimes, I think that God does this on purpose, just to piss me off.

Maybe he's trying to get even for when I pissed him off.

Either way, I quickly suit up and vacate the room, since I'm sure that I'll hear enough of their animal-like groaning later on tonight. I begin to wander down the halls, as I always do when I like to think. Each arena is different in some way, fashion, or form. You can see how easily bored that I get, since I pick out little differences in each arena. This arena, however, is my favorite. I love to come here because of this one painting. None of the other arenas that I have been to have a painting in the back where the superstars are; I could stand in front of this painting for hours on end, just admiring it.

Probably because it is very symbolic for me.

A girl is kneeling on some ice, wearing one of those old-fashioned dresses from the 1500s. She's got her hands on the ice in front of her, and she's peering into the ice, while snow is falling all around her. Underneath the ice, in the water, there is a boy who is positioned much like the girl, who is trying to see what the black shadow above him is, and also, I would assume, trying to break through the ice.

I can see myself in the painting as the boy who is struggling for the air to breathe.

I lower my head and think of all of those that I have loved and lost over the years, as I often do in front of this particular picture. The memory that comes to mind now is one I have not thought of in quite a long time.

"Don't you lay a hand on her, or I will kill you!!" I screamed as he reached his hideous hand closer towards her face.

"She is very beautiful, Khalon, did you know that? She would make a lovely vampire, would she not?" Jaeger threatened her with the thought of a tainted immortality. Desdemona held Adina back as Jaeger stepped even closer towards Xaria. I wanted to rip his cold, unbeating heart from his chest and tear him to shreds so that he would not harm her. I had made a pact with him, and he had fallen back on his promise. My head began to ache terribly.

"What is happening to me?" I asked him. Adina, my wife, had no idea about the arrangement, and I had wanted to hide it from her as long as possible. I had been willing to sacrifice myself for our daughter's life, but it seemed like all of that was in vain. Jaeger smiled at me.

"Your transformation is coming along nicely." He said, and began to come towards me. I suddenly lunged towards him, in an effort to free myself and attack him, but it was no use. The metal that he had used for the chains was a special kind. I had known that from the start. A special kind designed to hold vampires.

"Father, tell me it is not true." Xaria asked me from across the room. Adina had the same look written across her face. I looked at each of them and lowered my head.

"It is true." I barely whispered. I wished that I could explain myself to her, but I knew in that moment that I would never be forgiven for what I had done to her. Jaeger let that hideous, sinister smile creep across his face again.

"You are condemned to hell now, you realize this, yes?" he asked me. I nodded miserably. He stared at me for a moment longer, then turned to face my wife. Desdemona shoved her in his direction, and he caught her before she had a chance to fall. He grabbed her throat and turned to where they were both facing me.

"You are the greatest warrior in all of the land, Khalon. It is nice to know that you are now on the side of the vampires." Jaeger said before bearing my wife's throat to himself. "I shall enjoy this drink much more than any others." He announced. He sank his teeth deep into her flesh and began to drink her dry. My blood began to boil, and I began to scream.

"Chris!" Amy screamed, and I jumped at the sound of my name being called. I was breathing extremely hard, as if I had just gotten done running a marathon. I stared at her blankly for a few moments, trying to figure out exactly where I was. I didn't realize that I was shaking until she put a hand on my arm to steady it.

"Are you alright? It's almost time to go out there." She informed me. I swallowed and nodded.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine." I said, shrugging off her concern. Not in almost five thousand years have I thought of that night. Now, out of nowhere, the thought comes back to haunt me yet again. I tried to clear my mind of my innocent wife's face before the match, but found myself unable to do so.

I was unable to do so because thinking of her has made me draw an upsetting conclusion.

I wonder why I have been so blind to it before this, but now that I have thought about it, it is all very clear in my mind.

Amy Dumas, the woman who I pick on and taunt when she is in a fairly decent mood, bears an extremely striking resemblance to Adina, my wife from so long ago………………

"How could I have been so blind?" I muttered to myself, as I walked out from behind the curtain and tried to assume my character, in order to take care of the fans for the night.

Man do I hate bloodlust time.