Chapter 2: Beneath the Pale Moonlight

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Night opened her eyes and looked around. She was in a dark room, probably a small room, from what she could tell from her vague surroundings. She tried to move, but only managed to fall over because her wrists and ankles were tied to each other. Night eventually got her hands around to her lap and ripped off the duct tape that was covering her mouth.

The young woman untied her ankles and stretched her legs. She brought the rope to her mouth and felt it with her lips. It was a very small rope, but wrapped around her wrists many times. Night used her teeth to bite sections of the rope, successfully weakening it. She broke the rope and massaged her wrists.

Night reached into her pocket and retrieved her trusty lighter. It was green and Mikie had given it to her for her birthday. Luckily, she was a pyromaniac and took it everywhere with her. From the lighter's light, she could see that she was in some sort of a closet.

Night stood and walked over to the door. She reached for the doorknob, but didn't turn it. What was the odd chance that it would actually be unlocked? Should she turn it and feel like a fool if it was locked or should she not turn it and feel dumb if it was unlocked?

She slowly turned the doorknob and miraculously, it opened. She opened the door confused. Why in heaven's sake is the door unlocked?

Night cautiously peeked her head out and looked down the corridors. She was in the hall that John and she had previously walked down. She quietly closed the door and headed down to the common room. When she walked into the room, there was no one there and all was dark. Where is everyone?

Night checked her pockets again and came up with her cell phone. She flipped it open and checked the time. It was midnight. That could be a good reason why no one was around and why only the emergency lights were on. Night looked around; where was her kidnapper? Weren't kidnappers supposed to watch the kidnapped?

The young woman checked all the doors she came to, seeing if they were locked, which most of them were. The ones that were unlocked, no one was in them anyway. How am I supposed to get out of here? The outside doors were odd doors and locked both the outside and the inside. Night pounded on the doors.

"LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! I'LL DIE IN HERE! I'LL SUFFOCATE!" Night screamed and finally sank to the floor. Okay, let's think about this logically. How did I get stuck in here? Hmm… don't know. How am I supposed to get out? Also, don't know. I'M GOING TO DIE IN HERE! Night screamed as loud as she could. Maybe there was someone that could get her out.

"Um, excuse me, miss. Can I help you?"

Night stopped screaming. She looked up at the small old man, smiling down at her and leaning on his mop handle. He had wispy white hair and stubble coated his chin.

"Who are you?" she asked and huddled against the door. The old man smiled.

"Preston P. Coburn, at your service, ma'am," the man said and nodded his head. Night smiled. He seemed like a nice old man, like a grandpa or something.

"Um, can you help me get out of here?" Night asked hopefully. Preston scratched his chin thoughtfully. He sat there pondering for ten minutes it seemed before he finally nodded.

"Yeah, I can help you get out." He pulled a bundle of keys out of his pocket and put on in the lock of the door. He turned it and the lock clicked. Night smiled an ear-to-ear smile. She grabbed the handle and opened the door. She turned around.

"Thank you, Preston. I appreciate this so much. Is there anything I can do for you?" Night asked. Preston shook his head, his hair flying around his head.

"Nope, I'm just trying to help out a beautiful young lady." He smiled a gentle fathering smile. Night turned to leave when she was almost ran over by an incoming body. She flattened herself against the open door and hoped that she wasn't going to get crushed. The person grabbed Preston by his shoulders.

"Coburn, have you seen my gray shirt? The one with the buttons?" the being questioned. Night stared at the person trying to recognize who it was. An epiphany hit her like a speeding train. Matt Hardy!

"Matt! Matt!" Night ran over and hugged Matt. "You can help me! I need to find John. He can help me get a place to stay for the night." Night batted her eyes at Matt and then giggled.

"Please, Matt."

Matt looked at her confused for a few seconds before realization crept into his face.

"Oh yes, Night, wasn't it?" He asked. Night nodded enthusiastically, even though she was a little put out that he didn't remember her name.

"Yes, I can help you, but I have to find my shirt," Matt replied to her unasked question. Preston walked back to his cart, which was a few feet away. He pulled a gray shirt out of a dry cleaning bag and handed it to Matt. Matt smiled, took off his shirt and put on the gray one. He handed Night the previously worn shirt.

"Here, you can have this. I don't need it anymore," he said and started to walk away. Night looked down at herself and realized she didn't have Cena's gear on anymore. She pulled Matt's shirt over her head and smelled it. It smelled wonderful and it made her gloriously dizzy.

Matt led Night to his car and drove her to the hotel where the superstars were staying. Matt walked over to the girl at the counter.

"Excuse me, but could you tell me what room John Cena is staying in? This young lady needs to talk to him," he said, leaning on the counter and flirting with the girl on duty. She giggled when he flashed her a smile. Checking her computer, she replied, "Room 132E. That would be on the fifth floor on the left side."

Matt smiled at her again. "Thanks, babe," he said before winking and taking Night to the elevator. He pulled her in even though there were already ten people in there and they should have waited for another one. What in heck are all these people doing in this elevator at one in the morning? Wait, never mind, I don't want to know. Night had to snuggle up to Matt to fit in the elevator. He smelled like his shirt. Well, obviously… It made Night nauseated, but in a good way.

When they reached the fifth floor, most of the people had trickled out, but Night was still snuggled up to Matt. She was intoxicated with his scent. Matt pulled her down the hall to Cena's room. Matt knocked because Night seemed unable to stand by herself.

John came to the door and was about to yell at the people who had disturbed him. However, when he saw who stood at his door, his eyes immediately softened. Matt handed Night over to John. By this time, she had almost collapsed and Matt had to carry her, so he literally handed her over to John.

John carried her in and laid her on the couch. Matt followed him in. Night smiled goofily. Matt shook his head and smiled.

"Where did you find her?" John asked turning to Matt.

"She was wandering around in the arena when I came back for my shirt."

"Why is she like this?"

"I don't know, I just brought her straight here," Matt said, anger starting to permeate his voice. John stared at him. He finally shook his head.

"Did you want something to eat or drink? I just ordered Chinese."

Matt shook his head. "Nah, I have to be getting back; take care of her, John," he said as he walked out the door.

John came and sat by Night. He pulled a blanket up around her. Night smiled. Her head was beginning to clear.

"I'm going to get you some soup, okay?" he asked and got up to go get her some, not waiting for an answer. Night rested her eyes and john came back not a moment later, a giant mug of soup in his hands.

"Here, drink some of this. It might help." John handed her the mug and helped her tip it to her mouth. The soup was like liquid fire as it rushed down the back of her throat. The soup cleared Night's head and she drank some more. John sat on the edge of the couch and smoothed down the blanket. Night sat the mug on the tale.

"What kind of soup was that?" she asked John.

"Wonton."

"Oh, I'm going to have to try some more. That was good stuff."

"Did you want something to eat? I ordered more food than I can eat."

Night smiled. "Do you happen to have a chicken salad with those little noodles in it? Some ranch too?"

John nodded and got her the salad she requested. Night sat up and John put some pillows behind her.

"So tell me what happened to you?" John asked hesitantly. Night took a deep breath and launched into her story.

"Well, I was waiting for my cue when suddenly a cloth with chloroform was put over my face and I passed out. I woke up in a closet and met the nicest janitor named Preston. We chatted and then Matt came. I pleaded with Matt and he brought me here. I don't remember who did it. All I know is that whoever kidnapped me has a deep bass voice when they laugh."

John nodded throughout her story.

"Hmm… I don't know who it could be. I'll just have to keep better track of you now."

Night smiled. "I supposed you will, but right now I would like to get some sleep. I'm going to eat my dinner first."

Night ate her salad in silence and gave John her empty bowl. She snuggled down into the blanket and pulled it up around her head.

"I don't think so," John said and picked her up. He carried her to his bed (his room was a suite) and got out a large shirt for her to wear to bed. He left to go clean up their dinner food. Night changed into John's shirt and crawled under the covers.

John walked back in and took off his shirt. He had some long basketball shorts on, so he climbed onto the bed and curled up next to Night. Night smiled dreamily. What a wonderful end to a very weird day.

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A/N: Yeah, I suppose I need to explain a few things. First of all, I know some people are going to be confused, but yes, I wrote he climbed onto the bed like that on purpose. He is not under the covers like she is. Um… there was something else that I thought I had to explain, but I don't remember now. MUCHO THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED! YOU GUYS ARE MY HEROES! Heheh I love reviews…

Disclaimer: Again… I only own Night. Preston owns himself and so does Mikie… which I forgot to mention last chapter.