Chapter 47

"What the fuck happened to him?" Glenn demanded, when he walked out a few minutes later. "He's vomiting…blood."

"WHAT?!"

"Move it." Taker ordered, not that anyone would likely realize it was him. When Randy had entered the house, he had felt something coming in with him and it had even HIM somewhat rattled. He pushed Glenn aside and gently but firmly moved Brooklynn out of his way.

"Don't… t-touch… me!" Randy choked out, more blood pouring through his lips.

"Should I call an ambulance?"

Had modern medicine finally caught up? Highly doubtful. "That woman was warded." Taker ignored Randy's protests and placed a hand on the back of the younger man's neck, his eyes going pure black.

Oh you mother fucker, how long?! They kind of needed Bastet right now, and NOT for putting this asshole back in his box. Bay… you need bay leaves, nettle… in the kitchen, cupboard over the stove. She knows where it is.

"Bay leaves, the nettle… iron pot and a knife, sharp."

Get Glenn to go run the hose… do this outside.

"Glenn, go outside, get the hose going, we're going to need blankets." Blood and all, Taker lifted Randy, feeling the bloody vomit going down his back.

You suck at healing. Let me out.

You suck at curse breaking. Taker countered with a snort.

I'm not fuckin' around Taker, if he dies, Brooklynn will lose her mind!

That was true. Merge.

...temporary.

Deal.

Brooklynn FLEW downstairs to the kitchen, grabbing what Mark/Taker requested immediately with shaking hands. Nobody else had arrived from the circle yet, it was just them. Oh god, what if Claira and Seth pulled up in front of the house and saw Randy vomiting blood?!

"BACKYARD!" She shrieked, following the trail of blood and rushed outside to hand over all the ingredients to… "Taker…"

"Wha…" Randy couldn't fully get that word out as he began spewing blood again.

"Save him!" Jennifer was warded against magical beings, so that meant… "Fuck… FUCK!"

It WAS Seth they were after; it had to be!

Brooklynn gripped her hair in her fingers, watching Taker work fast and felt Glenn come up behind her with the hose in hand, handing it over without a word. "God Randy, I'm so sorry…" Tears were streaming down her cheeks now.

Once again, he had been put in harm's way because of her!

"If you can't be useful, go away, wife." He wasn't Taker or Mark, just some weird combination. Mark was his birth name, that would work. Smelling her tears did not help matters and he shot her a look over his shoulder, scowling. "Glenn, hold the iron pot beneath his wrist." This was going to hurt Randy, quite a bit.

Doing as he was bid, Glenn moved where he was gestured, propping Randy's arm over the large iron pot.

Gripping the knife, he didn't think twice about slashing Randy's wrist, upwards actually, so he slashed from wrist to elbow, making sure to open the vein as well. Muttering under his breath, he slowed the bleeding. "Need those herbs now, Brooklynn!"

Pulling herself together, Brooklynn sucked in a shaky breath and began sprinkling the bay leaves over the deep wound while Mark/Taker began pushing them inside. Randy was screaming bloody murder and Glenn had to use his strength to hold him down. While that was happening, Glenn's feelings were piercing through Randy because of his power. Brooklynn went on the other side to try to calm him down, stroking his hair and tried her best not to let the guilt consume her completely. Not yet, not until she knew Randy would survive the hexing. That's exactly what this was – a hex. A powerful, dark magic hex that made him vomit his own blood to the point of near death.

"For fuck's sake…" He couldn't knock Randy out; he had to be alive and in pain, his heart pounding furiously because it would push the poison out faster, but… "This is going to hurt."

Sighing, Mark/Taker pushed his palm flat against Randy's chest, pushing his power into the other man, bidding it to do his will. Randy lay there, unable to move, but everything still going, including the furiously beating heart. And no more screaming. Bonus. He worked the herbs into that exposed vein diligently, monitoring the blood loss.

"He's stopped vomiting…"

"Yeah…"

"Good, start hosing him, me and the yard off…" Before the neighbors seen. Peering into Randy's face, his eyes narrowed. "Almost over, Randy." He reassured him and then pulled a face because this was going to be gross.

"That's… not right…" Glenn went to get the hose, trying to get the image of Mark/Taker's excessively long tongue running up that sliced open arm and vein, leaving smoke in its wake and cauterized flesh.

Even Brooklynn had to look away, remembering Taker doing that to her when he drew her blood the previous night. She looked down at her hand, remembering the pierce of the knife and shook herself mentally to focus on Randy. He lost a tremendous amount of blood, a couple pints at least from the vomiting combined with what her husband just did. She stepped back as Glenn hosed them both down, soaking them from head to toe and wrapped her arms around herself. Thankfully, the gate was wooden and couldn't be seen through, only over, and it was high enough to ensure their privacy. Mark had insisted on it.

"Does he need to go to the hospital?" She asked quietly, seeing how pale Randy was. He looked ghostly white and she was waiting for him to become a ghost to crossover at any second.

"And what are we going to tell them?"

"Besides, right now, if too many people touch him, he's going to go into shock." Mark/Taker pointed out, considering it and knew at a hospital Randy would be in his own personal version of hell. His power wasn't limited to his hands anymore but everywhere. "Glenn…"

Glenn did not like the look on Mark/Taker's face. It was… well, it wasn't really bad, just thoughtful, but the tone. "…yes?"

"We need a blood bank."

An hour later, Brooklynn looked up as the door opened and in walked her husband and Glenn with a cooler full of blood. "Do I even WANNA know what you did to acquire that?"

"No."

"Wait, how do you know what blood type he is?"

"We don't…" Randy was out cold and couldn't tell them anything right now.

"Don't you think that might be important to know before you inject him with blood bags?"

"We got O blood bags, it shouldn't matter."

Brooklynn groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose and could only pray this worked or else Randy could die. She looked up at Mark/Taker, frowning at the shrug he sent back at her. "I wish Melina was here, she would be able to help with this since I don't have a clue how to inject a needle into someone's arm…"

"I can do it…" Glenn hoped.

"Sure." Type O blood was universal; it was one of the reasons it was one of the most wanted blood types. That and certain African American blood types for those with sickle cell diseases. Blood types were a pain in the ass.

"Oh, I suppose YOU know how to do it."

"I know the principal, it's why we grabbed the transfusion kit from their stock room." Glamour had gotten them in there, they had looked like volunteers. Looked like EMTs transporting it out of there once they had what they needed. "You need to start… with this," Mark/Taker began pulling things out of the bag, showing off needles with a long tube. "And don't throw up."

"Listen, asshole, I wasn't the one throwing up and I DIDN'T throw up throughout this entire process. So, go suck an egg, Taker."

Brooklynn had no idea Mark and Taker had merged, her eyes lowering while chewing her bottom lip. "I need to talk to you for a minute."

She stood up from her place beside Randy, deciding to give Glenn some time alone to do the transfusion or whatever. Mark/Taker followed her into the kitchen since Glenn was doing this in the living room. She turned to face him, folding her arms in front of her chest and tried not to think about what was going on with Randy right now.

"Mark knows, doesn't he?" It wasn't a question, her hands sliding in the back pockets of her shorts and watched him nod somewhat curtly. "I need to talk to him and explain things before the others get here." More importantly, before Claira and Seth got back from their outing.

"I really hate to break it to you, Lynn darlin', but at the moment, it's not Mark or Taker so much as Us. We merged, it's temporary." He informed her, somewhat amused by the look on her face. "Mark, I, found out earlier when Taker took over and, for the sake of you not having a meltdown if Randy died, we merged to bring both our… perspectives and abilities to the table."

"You…merged…" Brooklynn said those words slowly, trying to wrap her mind around that newfound information and looked into his forest green eyes.

They weren't smoldered, which was the only reason they changed that color…at least with Mark. Her heart was pounding furiously against her chest as she reached a hand out to touch his chest and then grabbed his hand, wondering how it felt to him…them. They merged…they were one…and Brooklynn found herself mesmerized by it, wondering why they hadn't done this sooner. Why couldn't they STAY merged like this? It would solve so many problems, both would live and she would have the best of both worlds.

"I…don't know what to say…except how do you feel being merged like this?"

Mark shrugged. "I don't know, it doesn't bother me. We've done it before, in the past… but it never lasts." They had done it usually for some relatively morally shady purpose and it never lasted longer than a few hours. This was the first time they had done it in nearly 20 years… he had no idea if the old few hour-thing would hold true. One eyebrow raised and a very wicked smirk spread across his lips. "Want to fuck, Lynn? You can have both our dicks at the same time." That was hilarious, especially considering she had been fucking them both. Did that count as cheating? Same body, different minds?

Her cheeks burned crimson at his blunt nature and, Brooklynn had to admit, she enjoyed hearing Lynn come out of Mark's mouth for a change. "Now is NOT the time for that and you know it." She lowered her voice, gesturing to what was going on in their living room and gasped when he yanked her flush against his body, her amber eyes slowly turning molten gold. "I want you both, there's no denying it, but we have to make sure Randy is going to make it first." Priorities, get your head out of the gutter, Brooklynn, she mentally chastised herself, her hands resting against his chest. "Stay merged, at least until I can experience both of you at the same time."

"It doesn't work like that, darlin', I don't have control of it." His nose brushed along her jawline, a hand moving down to palm her backside. "And Randy will be out cold for a while…"

They were in the kitchen and, the only way to their bedroom was through the living room, where Glenn and Randy were. Snorting, he hoisted her up over his shoulder and headed for the doorway off to the side, that connected to the garage. One place she had never been fucked but damned if she didn't need to be.

"This could be your only shot at having us both balls deep in that delicious cunt of yours, Lynn," He set her down on top of his workbench, drawing her legs around his waist. "And you're going to fuckin' love every second of it, I promise you that."

Her hands moved of their own accord to the front of his jeans, unfastening his belt to pull it through the loops in one fluid yank. How could she pass up this opportunity? Mark and Taker were merged, as one, and this would be the first time she'd ever been with both at the same time. The hunger inside of her burned, her eyes drinking him in as she unfastened his jeans before slipping her hands under his shirt.

"Fuck me, Mark."

It was his birth name and she refused to use Undertaker at this moment since they were merged. They'd never had sex in the garage because this was Mark's turf, where he had all of his toys and, in a way, his man cave away from all the estrogen in his life. Pushing his shirt up over his head, Brooklynn dropped it to the floor and pressed soft kisses along his chest, gliding her nails down his sides. His hand gripped the back of her neck, her hair, forcing her to meet his eyes and his mouth plundered hers hungrily, passionately and brutally, her legs tightening around his waist.

One of the things both of Them agreed on was this and they both had a fantasy involving bending her over a motorcycle. Tonight wasn't the night for that. "Lean back, darlin'." He ordered, after removing her clothing, moving away from her, hands dropping to the front of his jeans as he watched her.

His eyes darkened as he took her in, leaning back against the pegboard, her hands gripping the wooden counter… all her delicious body on full display. He undid his jeans, but didn't push them down. Instead, Mark bent over her, forcing her back, his hand gliding up her inner thigh until his fingers brushed against her wet sex.

"Mmmm…"

Her thigh trembled under his touch, her own eyes nothing more than pools of molten gold and her breathing had turned somewhat ragged. His fingers touched what felt like silk. Ever since Taker had returned, Brooklynn had begun grooming herself, not wanting a messy bush below the belt.

"Mmm Mark…" She moaned out, feeling his fingers stroke her up and down slowly, deliberately, but not pushing past the slick folds. Spreading her thighs apart wider, her mouth went dry at the same he looked at her, the heat in his eyes sending a forest fire raging throughout her naked body. "If I'm naked, you need to be too, my husband…" Brooklynn slid a single nail down the middle of his chest, not stopping until it reached his jeans, her eyes never leaving his.

"No, I don't think so, Lynn darlin'." He drawled wickedly, a hint of a thundering baritone just under that drawl. "I think I like it better this way." His shirt, fine, didn't need it. At her pout, he pulled her forward, spreading her wide and flush against him. "Feel that, hmm? You're soaking the front of my jeans…"

It was a safe bet the texture, the contrast, felt strange. Mark slipped his hand back down, sliding it between their bodies and resumed stroking her up and down, circling her clit, eyes studying her face thoughtfully. Her lips were parted, cheeks flushed… He slid two fingers inside of her, both seeing her mouth open in a gasp and hearing it.

Calling her Lynn and darlin' in the same sentence sent another rush of heat through her, loving the sound of it. "Fuck, I love you…"

She wanted him to say it again, to keep saying it and gripped his forearms, lulling her head back against the pegboard as he continued teasing her pussy with his fingers. He pulled the digits back, licking them clean and then proceeded to drop to his knees in front of her, pulling her to where her backside was on the edge of the bench. Her elbows planted on the bench to keep steady and buried her fingers in his hair with one hand, feeling his lips and tongue teasing her inner thighs.

"Oh god, Mark…"

"Just god is fine, darlin'." He snorted, nipping and sucking her inner thighs, taking a turn on each one.

His mouth attacked the creases between thigh and hip, back down her inner thighs, everywhere but her dripping sex. Though he did let a finger go back to rubbing up and down her slit. He could feel her hips moving, angling, as if trying to get him to fuck her in some capacity, which he would. When he was damn good and ready. Kissing his way up, he twirled his tongue around one rosy, pert nipple, his head moving to the other breast, giving it the same attention.

She watched his mouth twirl around her nipple, her fingers once again in his hair and her chest pushed out, surrendering to him completely. Them. There was no them, they were one and it was brilliant. She pulled him away from her chest and brought his mouth down on hers, done with the teasing.

"Fuck me or I'll take care of my own orgasm. Prove to me I'll love every second of being fucked by both of you together."

It was a flat-out challenge, her eyes mirroring it and slid her tongue along his lips, tracing them. He lifted her to plant her on the floor and whipped her around to where her abdomen bit into the edge of the table. Just the sound of his zipper going down was enough to make her wetter than all the oceans of the world combined and felt his hand connect with her right cheek and then left cheek.

"Mmm, harder…do it again…"

"Randy's waking up!"

"Oh for fuck's sake…" Mark cursed, pressing his forehead against her back and grit his teeth. "Fuck him… he's alive…"

It wasn't like he would want to rehash what they had done to him. Any information he had wasn't exactly going to do anyone any good until the rest of the circle showed up. Mark buried himself into her receptive body before she could change her mind. Fuck Randy Orton and his stupid timing.