TITLE: Randy's Monologue
AUTHOR NAME: Marlena R. Snape
CATEGORY: Angst
SUB-CATEGORY: General
RATING: R for language, content, and adult nature.
DISTRIBUTION: Ask and you might receive.
GENRE: Wrestling (WWE), Supernatural Cross Over. WILD SHIT.
CAST: Randy Orton (As well as a few created characters to be introduced later), The stars of the WWE (RAW & Smackdown various) Mainly the McMahon's, John Cena, Adam Copeland, and a couple created characters. More to be explained later.

STORY OVERVIEW/SUMMARY: Everyone thinks it's easy to be a third generation superstar, accomplishing everything you ever dreamed of. Not so much for Randy Orton. Wrestling was always in his blood, no matter what he had planned to do in other walks of life. With his grandfather and father's legacy in the squared circle, it was only inevitable that one day, Randy would follow in their footsteps. Low and behold, the inevitable came to pass.

He made a quick rise to success after joining the force known as "Evolution", with Triple H, Ric Flair, and Batista. Many believed it was because Randy was under Triple H, but Randy believed different. It was in him to become a succession in the WWE - he had to do something.

But he subcame to a strange realization that things weren't as they seemed in the organization. It went farther back than his father, than his grandfather, into the very depths that the sports entertainment empire was built on. The McMahon Lineage. He found out the hard way about this, after being attacked in Boston by an un-named person. Thing. Randy was changing, and so was his times, but what did that say for the man who never would have been pegged as anything more than an arrogant upstart, with nothing to show for it?

DISCLAIMER: I don't own much, save for Anastasia Copeland. In this story, she's Adam Copeland's (Edge) twin sister. As well, as Marlena Storm - who is just a character of mine. (You'll see her purpose later) Trista Lynn Orton is credit to my best friend Candace. Angel Fury is credit to my close friend Angel. Nikita Rose is credit to me, as well, for the small portion she's in it. All of this story is obviously fiction. And of course, none of these people are REALLY in the whole dark realm, thing. Could you imagine? I'd be first in line for John Cena! XD! Side Note: The prologue of this story is for the McMahon Lineage. There's a lot of inside looks and so on, that you need to know. See, aren't I considerate? ;; Anyway… Enjoy the story. I know I'm going to enjoy writing it. How could I not:-D

Chapter Two: Bring Me To Life

Randy was in a state of denial.

Was there any other way to describe it? Randy had been bitten, and turned into a creature of dark -- was that logical? No. And Randy Keith Orton, was a VERY logical person. He believed everything had an expectation. The paleness to his natural copper tone, he assumed he was coming down sick, a bug of some sort. All of the symptoms of vampirism, he tied to the flu. If only it was that easy. To take a pill, a syrup, a shot, and it was gone? It wasn't so easy.

He found this out when he opened the blinds of his St. Louis, Missouri home the Wednesday morning after his attack. He hadn't been left alone since then by Adam Copeland (by advisement of Shane McMahon), and when he opened those blinds, Randy let out a shrill scream. Adam didn't jog, but RAN into the living room, to find Randy standing in the direct sun rays beating down into the bay window, and his flesh literally bubbling beneath the violent emission.

"What in the fuck are you doing!" Adam yelled at Randy, who was inundated in pain. Randy couldn't even speak, as Adam, risking his own skin, closed the drapes quickly, and sat Randy down. "Do you think you're Superman, dumbass?" Adam questioned, "You're not invincible anymore, bud."

"I-it's…just…sun…"

"Sun isn't your amigo anymore, comprende?" Adam said, his tone overly sarcastic, as he wrapped his hands around the burnt skin on Randy's arm. He was healing him, just this once. "If you do that shit again, I'm going to have Shane deal with you…"

"What in the hell does Shane have to do with any of this? I'm just sick, bro."

"Sick, yeah, in the fucking head." Adam said, borderline annoyed. "Man, you need to come to terms and fast. You're a god damned vampire. A blood sucker. Grr, argh, get it?"

"No."

"Man…" Adam was trying to be patient, but just shook his head. "Forget it. You're about as bright as a burnt out bulb right about now."

"Don't start with me, I'm not in the mood." Randy said, growling under his breath as he stared at Adam. "Just because you're a fucking whack job doesn't mean I am. I'm the only normal person in this room."

"Correction, asshat." Adam said, "You're not a person anymore! Ask Trista about everything, she'll-"

"What…about…Trista?"

Randy gave Adam a look, that could only be described as purely homicidal. Adam just raised his hands defensively and looked at Randy, shaking his head. He wasn't going to give anymore information at that moment. Randy would have to come to terms first, and if anyone could snap Randy out of his fantasy land, it was Trista Lynn Orton. She was the only person Randy ever listened to from time-to-time.

Adam made a phone call, while Randy sat in the living room - doing what Adam only described as 'brooding'. It was typical for a new vampire to do that, although as it were, that would be Randy's favorite long-term pastime. Adam called his sister Anastasia, who was in close cohorts with the McMahon's. She was Trista Orton's closest confidant and friend, at the moment.

"Trista is in London with Shane, Adam." Anastasia told him, "They're planning for a 'Eurasia Invasion' tour, or what-have-you. But what's the matter, Adam? Why do you need to get ahold of Trista? Is something the matter with Randy?"

"You could say that." Adam said with a sigh. "He doesn't believe he's a vampire, Ana. He's refusing to believe it. He's saying he's just, and I quote, 'sick'. We got into a spat, a little you know, conflict of words, and he cocked me an attitude. I hate attitude, Ana…"

"I know, Adam…" Anastasia shook her head a little, as she took a voluntary breath. "All I can say, is be patient. He'll come around, or well, he'll die. It's as simple, yet painful, as that."

"I'll slap him before it comes to that, Ana…"

"I know you will. But wait until Shane and Trista come back from London. I'm sure Trista or Shane can smack some sense into him, figuratively."

"Oh no, Shane will literally slap some sense into him…" Adam said, "I know how Shane operates by now, Anastasia… he doesn't want it to come to that, I assure you."

"No, I know. Randy doesn't understand, but sooner than later he will. I promise you that, Adam. I learned the hard way, and I have this -- feeling, that Randy is going to have it harder than I did…"

"I'm sure of it…"

"I'll let you go though," Adam said with a sigh. "I love you."

"I love you too, Adam."

The conversation, as short and sweet as it was, was important. Anastasia and Adam had this connection now, that when one was feeling something, the other would. It ran so deep, that it couldn't be explained by terms other than mystical. It was truly a marvel. That was why Anastasia called Adam, because she felt that he was stressing. Conversation always did her brother good.

But while conversation healed Adam's ailments, nothing was healing Randy's. He was in the living room, in a dark corner, just staring at the wall. He was trying to fathom what Adam had said to him, but nothing was making sense. He didn't want to believe that he could have changed THAT much, THAT quick. It was overnight, literally. He wanted to talk to someone, but Adam was making it very hard for him to comprehend.

Then again, at that moment, Randy didn't want to comprehend ANYTHING.

He just wanted to be left alone. He just wanted to try and understand this whole ordeal on his own. Would he be able to? He wasn't exactly the type of man to believe he was what nightmares were made of. He didn't want to believe he was what authors wrote about to scare their fans… to remind their fans what fear tasted like…

This was the end of the road for him.
If he couldn't live right, he didn't want to live at all.

It was the first time in his life that Randy ever thought so drastically to his own personal well-being. Randy was ready to give up everything, just because of this ordeal. He didn't want to be a vampire, a blood sucker, someone who had to kill other people to make a living himself. That was NOT his dealing! It was a McMahon's dealing, It was NOT an Orton one.

If only he knew his precious 'baby sister' was one of them. He still didn't know. It would kill him to find out that Trista was keeping that from him after all of this time. She really had no choice, after all, her loyalty now was to the McMahon's, as much as her family meant to her. More specifically, her loyalty was to Shane Brandon McMahon.

As it was, Trista and Shane returned to the United States later that week, and immediately had a message from Anastasia Copeland. In short? "Randy's in trouble…" That caught Trista's attention instantly. She loved her brother so much, and to know that he was in trouble? That scared her. When they arrived in St. Louis, where Randy was on 'sick leave' from the company until he adjusted to this massive 'change'; and also where Randy was all set to die and be forgotten. He hadn't eaten in days, he hadn't climbed out of bed in days, he looked like a living corpse.

He was pale, he looked sickly, it was horrible. Adam had left for a day to clear his head, but when he came back, the sight he saw was enough to scare any friend. Adam had even called in reinforcement from Randy's best friend in the company, John Cena. You see, even John Cena wasn't the most normal of cats in the company. While nobody would have suspected the handsome young man from West Newbury, Massachusetts of ANYTHING other than being 'drop dead gorgeous'… he was in fact, a vampire, as well. He was changed by Shane himself, as a way to branch out to 'the future of the industry'. According to McMahon, they needed someone like John in 'the family'… and to many's surprise within the family? Cena accepted unhesitatingly. He was more than willing to take on the task at hand.

Cena tried talking to Randy, to convince him things weren't so bad, but did Randy want to listen? Of course not. Randy was stubborn, after all. Perhaps the most stubborn of all of the Orton family. But Cena, was persistent. And he wasn't the kind of guy to give up on any task so easily. Randy was just another task to John, and if he couldn't make him listen, he'd crack him upside the head. That would smarten him up.

Or make him even more stupid…

One of the two, but either way -- a point would be made!

John had a long talk with Shane that night, having called Shane's private cell phone number that was given to specific members of 'the family'. John was one of the lucky ones to have it. Only he, Chris Irvine (Jericho, vampire), Adam, and his one female member of his 'entourage', Trish Stratigias, had the number. It was very personal, aside from his personal entourage, only his immediately family and wife had the number.

"John, I understand your concern. But everything is going to be all right, man. I never let anything happen to my family." Shane said, but John shook his head to himself. He didn't share Shane's optimism.

"No, Shane, I don't think you get it. He's dying. Literally, dying. He's not eating, he's stopped TRYING."

"Has it gotten that bad?"

"Yes, Shane. I wouldn't call you and tell you I need your help if he was just in denial. It's past denial. It's life and death here…"

"I'll be there tonight, John. Stay with him, and see if you can find a way to make him eat. Something…"

"I'll try it, but he ain't listenin' to anyone, boss man."

"He'll listen to me or I'll kill him myself…" Shane's tone was deadly serious, which had John cringing slightly.

"I know… but, just be easy. We need him alive and well, boss man."

"Don't need the people getting confused, right?" Shane let out a wholesome laugh. "It's my attempt at a joke, Cena. Loosen up, everything will be working out, I assure it."

"I trust you, Shane. You know that."

"Not to sound like a prick, Cena…but you'd better…"

Shane wasn't one to be left in question. He told Trista he'd be back later that night, and from there out -- Shane was on his way to either snap Orton back to reality, or there would be one less RAW superstar and one extra dedication show to the youngest WWE superstar to die of a freak accident…

Shane wasn't going to risk anything, not when he came this far - as selfish as that seemed to any onlooker outside of the family…

He was doing it for the family. His family.