Chapter 3- Struck again.

Taker had gone back to his hotel room after making sure Kane was ok, he didn't sleep easy that night and his wake up call would get worst. He was about to fall into a deep sleep when he heard someone come into his hotel room. "OH MY GOD TAKER!" screamed Batista.

Taker's eyes shot open. "What!" He demanded.

Dave held onto his chest in worry. "What that some sort of a sick joke Deadman! You scared the crap out of me!"

Taker was about to ask Batista what he was talking about when he saw on his bed sheets. Blood… Taker went to the bathroom and saw it smeared on his neck, just like Kane.

"What the hell" he whispered.

"You ok? Do you want me to take you to the hospital?" Batista asked.

"I'm cool… really… but damn, how did this happen?" Taker wondered. He wasted no time cleaning his neck; he changed and went back to Dave. "How the hell did you get into my hotel room anyway?" Taker demanded of him.

Batista explained that Kane let him in through the connecting doors. "I needed to ask you something"

Taker looked at him oddly. "Well? What did you want to ask?"

Dave looked rather embarrassed. "Oh…. I think I forgot" Taker rolled his eyes to the Smackdown champ; Batista took his leave as Taker went to Kane's room.

He found Kane staring in the mirror in the bathroom. Running his hands over his neck trying to feel for a wound or anything. Taker cleared his voice, Kane turned around to see him. "Hey Taker… is that blood on your shirt?" Kane asked as he pointed to the collar. Taker didn't realize he had worn white to bed and there were red smears all over it.

"Yeah…. I woke up this morning, Batista freaked out when he saw me in messed sheets. Kane, I think we're dealing with a vampire," Taker said in a serious tone.

Kane didn't laugh or argue with the facts. "I agree. Question is; how do we hunt a vampire? I know nothing about this sort of stuff," Kane asked.

Taker walked out of the bathroom trying to think when he saw on Kane's bed two single blades. They looked strong and very new, a note was found on them. 'To slay the threat to you' it said. The writing looked very old, almost ancient. Kane came from the bathroom to see Taker holding onto the blade.

"What are those?" Kane asked.

"They're weapons…. Where did you get theses?"

Kane looked to the Deadman oddly as he stared at the blade. Kane picked the other off the bed and looked to the handle, there was markings on it. Some looked farmiller. "I don't know… I have never seen these before in my life. But they look like hunting daggers"

Taker nodded as the placed the one in his hand into the pocket. Kane did the same. "We need to hand on to these, I think someone is trying to help us"

Taker was skeptical on that issue. "Kane no one could get into the room but us… or a vampire. Whoever was in here… was a vampire…. Yet why would they try and help us?" he asked.

Kane looked at the daggers, he tried to think things through yet gave up on the idea. "Hell if I know Take, but I say we keep these with us if we can. I mean there is a vampire in this locker room we need to be prepared… I guess"

Taker wasn't at all thrilled with the idea of carry around weapons, but he understood the danger that could lie ahead for him and Kane. He took one of them and placed it into this belt.

"Speak of this to no one… got it?" Taker demanded

Kane nodded. "Oh yeah, they would believe that we're being hunted by a vampire" Kane replied sarcastically.

Taker smirked and only nodded to him. Taker went back to his room and placed the dagger in his suitcase. "I will be stopped at the airport with this" he sighed aloud as he packed his things and zipped up the bag. Taker left the hotel room and decided to carpool with Orton and his father.

"Can you imagine what people would say if we were all in the same car?" Randy asked as his father drove.

"Yeah, can you imagine what McMahon would say?" Taker smirked back.

They arrived at the airport on time. Taker went one way to avoid Randy and his father. It was a strange event when Taker was going through the searching process; the dagger given to him was never detected. Even through the metal detector… nothing. Taker took his seat on the plane and pondered about the current situation he and Kane are in. "You ok?" came a voice. Taker turned to Michael Cole. "Seeing you in deep thought really means something. What's on your mind Deadman?" he asked of him.

Taker only shrugged to Cole. "You won't believe me if I told you." Taker replied calmly.

Cole had an 'oh really' look on his face. "Come on Mark, we can talk"

Taker smirked at the sound of Cole's voice calling him by his real name. "It's nothing really."

Michael only nodded to him; respecting the Deadman's privacy he kept a lid on it. Taker however really did want to tell him what was going on, but knew he would have been laughed at.

Once the plane landed, Taker went to the hotel and tried to call Kane. There was no pick up on his cell phone, perhaps he was still in the air on the plane himself. He began to unpack and pulled out the dagger. "Why didn't this rig the alarm?" he asked himself, Taker could feel something very strange about the weapon. It wasn't right. It wasn't normal either. Something was definitely up, what he wanted to know was how it's all going to go down.