Summary: Damian Priest holds a secret. A secret that not nobody knows the truth about. The WWE is full of vampires. AEW is full of Werewolves. When the two companies clash and his lifemate becomes a pawn, he must protect her with his life.

Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination.
Content/Trigger Warnings:

Note: I will be including some scenes from the May 30th 2022 episode of RAW in this chapter, but I'm not doing it exact. I don't have time to go and transcribe everything that was said exactly verbatim, so bear with me please LOL.

Also, this story will be mostly done in Y/N's POV, but once in a while like if she's unconscious or something like that there will be parts that are in Damian's POV.

Hopefully this will be enjoyed. It is a bit different from stuff I've normally written (the way it is written anyway), so bear with me please!

Chapter 1

Reader's POV:


My name is Y/N. And this will either be a really long story or a really short story. I'm not sure yet. It just depends on how long it takes me to tell it.

I own my own little boutique in L.A. and have been so blessed to have it. I love helping someone find "just the right dress" for a first date, or even things like a baby's outfit for its first portrait. Seeing the contented smiles on my customers' faces makes everything I've gone through to get to now, worth it.

As for hobbies, I love music and movies, and I'm a huge wrestling fan. I've watched since 2003 when I was about fifteen. Mom and dad hated it though because I came from a Christian family and our beliefs were that that was just too worldly to bother with. But for some reason, I couldn't help myself. I watched it in secret till I was eighteen and legally able to watch what I wanted. But please, don't think badly of my parents. They only wanted what was best for me, I know. But wrestling? It wasn't hurting anyone by watching it. Well, except for maybe the wrestlers that put on the matches. I imagine a chair shot never feels good.

Sadly, my parents passed away when I was twenty. They were killed in a car accident. It was needless to say… very traumatizing. And it took me years to get through my grief. I loved them so much. I've been completely on my own ever since because I had no other family.

Wrestling was what kept me sane, really. I never missed an episode of Monday Night RAW, or Smackdown, or even AEW Dynamite and AEW's other shows as well. I inhaled it basically. I went through a spell of watching TNA as well, but after a few years my favorites went on to bigger and better things, and I lost interest in the company.

That all being said, I was ecstatic when I'd gotten my WWE RAW tickets ordered online. It would be my first wrestling show ever and I was beyond excited. I was a workaholic so I'd never had time to go to a show. But I was taking a vacation, and now had the time to go. I'd picked the tickets up later that week and guarded them with my life.

And tonight was the night.

I could hardly contain my excitement as I brushed through my hair and began getting ready for the show. I pulled on my clothes–a pair of low-rise jeans and a red RAW t-shirt since I couldn't decide on a single wrestler's to wear. Then I began on my minimal makeup. Within an hour, I was completely ready and heading out to my Chevy Blazer so I could get to the Crypto dot com Arena.

Traffic was terrible, and I was running a bit late. Late enough to miss the opening dark match. Which didn't break my heart exactly. It would have been nice to see the entire show, but my favorites were seldom booked for a dark match anyway.

I finally reached the parking garage and parked my Chevy Blazer in its spot, and then climbed out and headed for the elevator. Once I hit the main floor I got out of the elevator and headed for the arena.

I could hear the throngs of people even before reaching the doors. But first, I wanted a soda before heading into the stadium, so I stopped off at the concession stand and bought a diet one.

Minutes later I was in the arena on the second row from the floor, seated next to a blond guy, who looked a little like Logan Paul, with a Brock Lesnar shirt on. Great, I thought, fighting off the urge to roll my eyes. One of those.

"Hey, you here to see Brock Lesnar too?" He asked, leering at me a bit too long.

"I think you'll be sorely disappointed," I replied blandly. "Lesnar is never where he should be."

"Ooo, sass…I like it," the guy tried pathetically to flirt. And there was something about him that gave me the creeps.

So I scootched away from him as far as my seat would allow. "Listen, I'm here to see wrestling," I tried to be polite so as not to piss him off and make myself a target, but I really wanted to see the matches.

The guy seemed to flush a bit, and I took that as a sign that I'd embarrassed him. Maybe he'll leave me alone now, I thought to myself.

Seated to my other side, was a little girl of about six years, I'd guess. She was adorable and wore a New Day t-shirt. I smiled at the mother sitting next to her and turned my gaze on the ring. Almost instantly, pyro began going off and the show was beginning. I sat my drink down at my feet and began cheering along with everyone else.

Becky Lynch's theme began then and she strutted down to the ring, climbing in between the ropes. She got a microphone from the time keeper and began addressing us and the viewers at home.

"Welcome to the big time! To Monday Night RAW," Becky said. "It's been a while since I've welcomed you all, but truth be told, I've not felt up to it without my title." Becky went on in her spiel about how she'd literally handed Asuka her title on a silver platter and that it was a mistake because now Asuka thought everything should be handed to her.

About that time Asuka came out and began calling Becky a "baby".

There was a couple of minutes of them both bickering and calling each other a baby before Bianca Bel Air came out next. She quickly began chewing them both up and spitting them out, so to speak.

Suddenly, the blond guy next to me–he'd left his seat for a few moments–came back and offered me a cup of beer.

"No, thank you. I don't drink alcohol." I told him.

"But I just bought it for you." He argued.

"I'm sorry but I didn't ask you to," I replied. "Drink it for yourself."

Oddly enough, he sat the drink down at his feet and all but ignored it. He was beginning to look pissed.

Great, I thought, for the second time that night.

I turned my attention back on the show and noticed that Bianca and Asuka were having a match while Becky watched from the commentary table. I couldn't hear what she was saying but I could tell she was most definitely talking smack about Bianca and Asuka. And was most likely talking about how she was going to win at the pay-per-view on Sunday.

I switched my gaze from commentary to the actual match and watched as Asuka and Bianca took turns having the upper hand. Finally, Bianca nailed the Kiss of Death on Asuka and rolled her up for the pin.

The crowd counted off the referee's taps to the canvas.

"1!…2!…3!"

Ding-Ding-Ding!

I watched as Becky made her way back into the ring and attacked Bianca from behind. She quickly hit her with an Exploder Suplex and dumped her out of the ring.

Well, that will make for an interesting match on Sunday, I thought to myself. I watched then as the arena went black.

Completely black.

Out came Edge on his throne and Damian Priest was by his side with Rhea Ripley on the other side of the large chair. The throne itself seemed to sort of glide toward the ramp and then down it a ways. The three climbed into the ring and awaited Liv Morgan for her's and Rhea's match.

Liv came out next, but she wasn't alone. She was quickly joined by both AJ Styles and Finn Bálor. I watched the three climb into the ring as well, to pander to us in the crowd.

Edge and Damian and AJ and Finn all four stepped out of the ring then so that Liv and Rhea could get on with their match.

It was strange then. I reached down to take a big few gulps of my diet soda–I was thirsty all of a sudden–when numerous people began jumping the barricade and storming the ring.

They were wearing AEW hoodies.

Sounds of confusion waved through the crowd at first and then people began to realize what was happening.

AEW was invading.

I watched as hoods came down and the AEW wrestlers were revealed.

Jericho ran at AJ and began beating on him. Nyla Rose grappled with Rhea and Liv together. It seemed that the storylines were forgotten. Edge, Damian and Rhea had allied with Finn, AJ and Liv. They were watching each other's backs. It was now officially WWE versus AEW.

"YEAH!"

Everyone was screaming around me going nuts because some forbidden door had been revealed.

"Yeah BABY!" The blond guy next to me used the distraction as an excuse to flirt with me again. "It's finally happening!" He grabbed me up and proceeded to grope me.

To this, my reply was to slap him. "Let go of me, scumbag!"

That may or may not have been my wisest move. He grabbed me by the hair then and growled in my face. "I've just about had it with your rudeness. I was nice to you. I bought you a beer, and now you slap me?"

Suddenly, a security guard dressed in a black polo shirt hurried up to us. "Folks, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. You just put your hands on each other and I have to enforce our rules. So you both need to come with me."

"You're kidding, right?" I asked. "He was groping me!"

"I'm not kidding. You should have flagged down a guard instead of taking matters into your own hands," He said over all the noise.

"He was holding on to me, how could I have-"

"Maam, I don't have time to argue. As you can see I'm actually needed down there." He motioned with his head to the ring where AEW and WWE were still fighting. Other wrestlers had come out of the locker rooms to join in the fight and even up the odds.

"You're actually going to kick me out of the arena, when I did nothing wrong?"

"Follow me. We're done here."

The guard motioned for you both to get in front of him and start heading up the steps to the exit.

"I can't believe because of you I'm getting kicked out of a WWE event," I growled at the guy as I began to stomp my way up the steps. Tears of anger burned my eyes. I was mortified, but I was also upset that I'd miss this event. Not to mention, I had no idea how this whole ordeal with AEW was going to work out.

"Maybe if you weren't such a-"

"Quiet. Both of you. I want you both to shut up…"

Strangely enough, everything seemed to move in slow motion from there. I grasped hold of the banister to keep from falling into anyone as I walked up the stairs. I shook my head trying to clear it but that didn't work. My head was becoming cloudy and it occurred to me that I had possibly been drugged.

The creep. He had the opportunity to drug my drink when the lights had all gone out. I was so stupid for drinking from that cup!

I had enough gumption to pretend everything was fine so the guy wouldn't suspect anything. If he knew I was feeling the effects of the drug I'd be a sitting duck. However, there was only so "fine" I could portray.

We headed out of the arena and through the lobby to the elevator. Within minutes we'd reached the garage.

"Now, get in your car and go home. You're lucky I didn't call the police for a domestic dispute."

In my muddled state, I realized that the guard thought we were a fighting couple. "Uh… no…" I slurred out, despite my best attempts to speak normally. "I… We're not…"

The guard had already disappeared onto the elevator and the doors closed before I could utter anything else. I turned and saw the look of malice mixed with lust on the blond creep's face.

"Looks like it's just you and me, babe," he murmured.

I could tell the way he was looking at me, he knew I was high on whatever drug he'd given me.

"Leave me alone," I said, weakly, and turned to run to my car.

And proceeded to fall on my face.

"Oopsie Daisy," he singsonged, and pulled me up by my hair. "Glad that useless guard left. Now we can get to know each other better."

"Let go of me," I cried, fighting to stay coherent. I reached up and tried to free my hair from his grasp. When that didn't work, I decided to try a headbutt. It connected with his mouth and I felt a tooth dig into the skin near my hairline. Wet warmth instantly began dripping down my temple.

He released me in order to hold his mouth and I took that opportunity to flee. I hurried for my car the best I could, the adrenaline flow clearing my head just enough to realize I needed to put my all into getting away.

"Help me," I tried to scream but my voice wouldn't work properly. Most likely whatever was in the drug was affecting my breathing and my ability to verbalize loudly. "Help!" I tried again, as my Blazer came into view. I reached it and immediately dug into my jeans pocket for my keys.

However, I must've not been moving as quickly as I thought I was because in the next instant, a pair of hands latched onto my shoulders and flung me around to face my bloody-mouthed assailant.

"Now… You're gonna pay!" He growled in my face. He grabbed my keys from me and opened up the hatchback, shoved me down into the cargo space and straddled my hips.

Before I could respond, he reached down with his hands and ripped my t-shirt open all the way down the front of it.

"Stop it!" I cried, grabbing for his wrists to hold him off. But he simply slapped me across the face. The force of the slap sent my head reeling to the side. Fire bloomed up my cheek.

I reached up and raked my nails down his face, fragments and small chunks of skin collected underneath my fingernails and I took satisfaction in that as he howled in pain. If I ended up dead his DNA would be on me and he'd hopefully be caught so he couldn't do this to another woman.

"YOU'RE SO DEAD!" He drew his fist back and punched me in the jaw. I sobbed as pain flared up in my face.

Dazed, I momentarily went limp against the floor of my car. I felt him begin working on the button of my jeans then and I managed to begin struggling again.

"Why do you keep fighting me," He demanded. "You were practically asking for this the whole time!"

Looking back on the ordeal, I realized he couldn't have meant I literally asked for it, because nothing could be further from the truth. But at that moment, my head wasn't working right and all I could do was sob out a pathetic, weak "No".

Suddenly, the creep was dragged off me by a blur of a force. I weakly raised up to find a man, beating on the blond man and cursing him for "treating a woman that way". The beating was so rapid and severe that the creep didn't even manage to lift a finger. It wasn't a fair fight, to be honest, but I didn't care.

Another moment later, my assailant was lying limp on the concrete.

I shakily managed to stand to my feet, and turned toward my car, my hand sliding over the floor in search of my keys. I needed to get out of there. Fast.

"Your keys…" a very bass-pitched voice spoke from behind me. "If they're what you're searching for–are here." I heard the jingling of said keys and turned around to face who I hoped had just saved my life.

I looked up at my rescuer, and took an initial step back.

I knew who he was.

Damian Priest. The wrestler. Standing right in front of me. He was still dressed in his all black vest and pants. His long black hair was in a disarray either from the fight here or in the ring, I wasn't sure which. Maybe both.

I gasped and took another step back, colliding with the back of my Blazer.

"Don't be afraid," he uttered, his already onyx-colored eyes going darker. "I won't hurt you." He held my keys out to me, "Here… But, please. You're in no condition to drive. Let me get you home where you'll be safe."

"I…" My lip trembled, and I bit it to make it stop. I looked down at my attacker. He hadn't moved. "Is he dead?"

His lips twitched slightly as if fighting off a smile. He glanced down at the man for only a second and then turned his gaze back on me as if I was the only thing that mattered at that point. "No, but I imagine he'll wish he was when he wakes up."

The shock of my attack and the effects of the drug was still weighing heavily on me. "I'm afraid," I managed to slur out.

"You don't have to be afraid of me, cariña. I promise." His hand stayed out, reaching toward me, my keys still within his fingers.

Could I trust him?

I reached out slowly. Took his hand and my keys simultaneously.

And the second I touched his skin, what felt like a powerful bolt of lightning went through me, and everything went black…

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Damian's POV:


Once the AEW wrestler's were cleared out of the ring and banned from the arena, the show went on as if nothing had happened. Rhea had her match with Liv, and Edge and I watched to make sure everything went as planned.

Only it didn't.

Still ruffled from the AEW attack, I"m sure, Rhea got pinned after several minutes and after eating an ObLIVion. Frustrated, Edge, and Rhea went back to the locker rooms to get their things and head back to the hotel. Mine were already left in my room so I began making my way to the lobby so I could hit the elevator.

Before I'd even pushed the call button, I heard the sound of a distressed female coming from the garage. I also…smelled blood.

"Screw the elevator," I mumbled, and ran for the stairs. I hurried down three flights of steps when the smell of blood grew even stronger. I knew I was on the right level. I ran through the garage and followed the sounds of soft cries and an unmistakable slap. A second later, I heard, "YOU'RE SO DEAD!" and then "Why do you keep fighting me? You were practically asking for this the whole time!"

Hearing enough, I followed the sound of the male voice till I found a man straddling a woman in the back of an SUV. Instantly, I charged at him and yanked him off her.

There was no contest, I had the man unconscious with the first punch, but I gave him several more hits just for the sake of my own satisfaction. Expletives flew from my mouth as I beat him. "You don't treat women that way!" I growled. He fell limp to the concrete when I finished with him.

I heard a flurry of movement behind me and turned to see the woman scurrying about looking for something. My eyes fell on her keys in her attacker's hand and I snatched them up. "Your keys… If they're what you're searching for–are here." I spoke as softly as possible so as not to frighten her worse. She jolted and faced me. She was stunning despite the blood running down the side of her face. I guess I'd failed at not scaring her. She took a step back and held onto her car to stay upright. Something was off. I could smell a drug on her. Something told me it wasn't a drug she'd willingly taken either.

"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you." I said. I held her keys out to her. "Here… But please, you're in no condition to drive. Let me get you home where you'll be safe."

"I…" Her chin trembled, and I could see she was having trouble deciding whether she could trust me or not. Her gaze shifted down to her attacker. "Is he dead?"

I tried not to smile as I too glanced down at the lowlife. "No, but I imagine he'll wish he was when he wakes up."

"I'm afraid," she slurred out.

She looked as if she was ready to drop. I had to get her to safety. Soon.

"You don't have to be afraid of me, cariña. I promise." I kept my hand out hoping against hope that the beautiful young woman would believe me, and take my hand.

She slowly reached out and took her keys and touched my fingers at the same time.

What happened next, neither of us was expecting.

Fire went through me and sent me to my knees. I couldn't help but notice the woman went unconscious and fell toward the concrete. Somehow overcoming the powersurge, I lunged forward and caught her, turning so I was the one to hit the pavement. I cradled her head to protect it and laid against the concrete for a moment.

I've found my lifemate, I thought. The "powersurge"–as we vampires had come to call it–was proof of that. And I didn't even know her name.

I turned my attention back to her. "Cariña? Sweetheart?" I jostled her gently trying to rouse her.

Her eyes were closed and she'd gone pale. She was out cold.

The shock of what she'd gone through paired with the effects of the powersurge had taken their toll on her.

Raising up into a sitting position, I gently laid her aside till I could climb to my feet and lift her up. I cradled her against my chest and carried her limp frame to my rental where I gently deposited her onto the backseat. Then I was climbing into the driver's seat and speeding to my hotel. I didn't know where else to take her. And all I knew was that I was not letting her out of my sight. I'd gone a hundred years…. Thinking that I was a lone wolf, so to speak. Well no more.

Any desires I'd had for other women were gone. The need for a one-night-stand–sometimes with multiple women–was gone.

I had my lifemate now. Whether she liked it or not.

She was mine.