A/N: Okay, for the sake of this story and my sanity...Shane McMahon is the GM of RAW. Why? You ask. Well, all will be explained towards the end of this chapter. Yes, this chapter heavily involves Type O Negative and Peter Steele for the simple fact that I wanted to pay a little tribute in thanks to Pete for inspiring the last chapter lol Please review and let me know what you think!
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The next morning Illyria sat in the bathroom of their hotel room, head in her hands as she tried to calm her trembling body. What the hell caused me to dream something like that? She thought, taking a long drag off one of Jim's cigarettes and she coughed a little. "Fucking things, I should've never quit." Illyria muttered, knocking the ashes off into the toilet.
"Baby?" Jim whispered and she looked up to see him standing in the doorway of the bathroom. "What the hell? I haven't seen you fucking smoke in years."
"Yeah, well, when you have a dream like I just did I imagine you'll pick up old habits you quit too." She snapped then immediately regretted it. "Dammit Jim, I'm sorry. I just had this really fucked up dream and I'm really shaken up about it."
"Was it like the last one?" He asked and she laughed a little.
"No, that would actually be a welcome dream after this one. Could you call Beulah and ask her to come down here? I really think I should talk to her about this one." Illyria went to take another drag off the cigarette but Jim took it from her and gave her a long, passionate kiss.
"One of us smoking is enough, you don't need to start that shit up again baby." Jim stated and walked out of the bathroom.
Illyria could faintly hear him talking on the phone as she sank to the floor and slipped her headphones on, allowing Peter Steele's voice to fill her ears and calm her nerves. "Our lust increased feeds desire as we combust, yeah we on fire. I feel you shake so deep inside, Oh scream my name and hold me tight...I'll do anything to make you cum." She sang along with him, feeling a calming peace come over her but someone clearing their throat drew her out of it and she looked up to see Jim standing there with a smile on his face.
"What in the hell are you listening to?"
"Type O Negative, more accurately Peter Steele singing 'Be My Druidess'." Illyria replied, handing him the headphones. "Here, listen." She restarted the song and left him alone to listen when she heard someone knock on the door.
"You needed to talk to me?" Beulah asked, stepping inside the room.
"Yeah..." She trailed off, taking a deep breath when she heard the shower running and sighed. "I had a dream about me and...and Terry."
"Terry...Brunk?"
"Yes."
"What kind of dream?" Beulah questioned and her mouth dropped when Illyria began to blush. "Are you saying you had the kind of dream I think you're saying?"
"Yeah and I don't know why! I feel awful for having a dream like that about someone else who isn't Jim, especially when I was lying in bed with Jim at the time."
"Are you going to tell him?"
"Who?"
"Jim." Beulah said and Illyria shook her head.
"How the hell do I go about telling him that? 'Oh by the way Jim I had a sex dream about my best friend.'?"
"You can't help who you dream about Lyria."
"Yeah I know that but...Terry? Why the hell did I dream something like that about him of all people?" Illyria asked, falling back on the bed.
"I know this may not be the right thing to ask or the right time to ask it but...how was it?"
"Amazing, not like with Jim but it was still amazing. He had this sort of gentleness, you know?"
"Yeah I can see that." Beulah giggled but her laughter abruptly stopped and Illyria lifted her head off the bed to look at her strangely.
"What?" Beulah said nothing, just pointed towards the bathroom door and Illyria sighed before slowly turning her head and seeing Jim standing there. "Shit. Jim I..."
"I heard everything Lyria and Beulah's right, you can't fucking help who you dream about but we do need to talk about the song right before the one you had me listen to." He stated, smiling and Illyria giggled.
"You mean 'Love You To Death'?"
"Yeah that's the one. Where the hell did you ever discover these guys?"
"I honestly don't remember, I heard one of their songs one night called 'Bloody Kisses' and I fell in love with Pete's voice so I did some research and found out why he sounds like he does."
"Who are you guys talking about?" Beulah asked, confused.
"Baby put that cd in and put it on...number seven I think it is." Illyria said and watched as Jim moved towards her cd player. "The guy who sings in this group, his name is Peter Steele and he's got the deepest voice I have ever heard on anyone. I found out the reason for that is because he's about 6'6" and he's just massive. Hang on, I've got a magazine with him in it but I can't let Jim see it." Illyria giggled, walking over to her bag and pulling out the 1995 edition of Playgirl with Peter on the front. "This is him but take a look inside."
Beulah laughed and began leafing through the magazine but her head shot up when she heard him sing the first few lines of 'My Girlfriend's Girlfriend'. "That's him?"
"Yeah, he actually has to make his voice higher in their songs because it's so damn deep but I did find them doing a cover of 'Feel Like Making Love' where he let his voice loose the way it's supposed to sound."
"Good god, he's huge!" Beulah exclaimed, eyes wide and Illyria fell off the bed laughing.
"Which way do you mean?"
"Every way...good lord, no wonder you like him."
"Should I be feeling jealous?" Jim laughed, helping Illyria up off the floor.
"Nah baby, he's a fantasy...you on the other hand are the real man that I want."
"Where do you want this?" Beulah asked, closing up the magazine.
"There's a ziploc bag over there, just put it in that and I'll put it away la..." She was cut off by the phone in their hotel room ringing and watched Jim as he went to answer it, noticing immediately how his eyes went wide.
"Lyria, baby, it's for you." Jim said, holding out the phone to her.
"Who is it?" Illyria questioned, getting up off the bed and taking the phone from him.
"Shane McMahon."
Illyria's mouth dropped and she looked at him with wide, questioning eyes. "Uhm...hello?"
"Miss Szatowski? This is Shane McMahon..."
"Yes Mr. McMahon, my fiancee informed me of that. What can I do for you?" Illyria asked and he chuckled.
"Please call me Shane, Mr. McMahon is my father. Anyway...the reason that I'm calling you is I have been watching you over the past few weeks on ECW and I'm prepared to offer you a job here on RAW." Shane explained and Illyria rolled her eyes.
"Shane I do appreciate the offer and while I do have a few friends over on RAW, I will not leave ECW. My brother is here as well as most of my friends not to mention the most important person in my life who also happens to be my fiancee so I'm going to have to respectfully decline your offer."
"I see. Well, you do realize that you can be traded here any time I wish to trade you right?" His voice was full of a cocky arrogance that made Illyria's blood boil.
"Obviously you haven't read my contract Mr. McMahon because before I even signed on the dotted line I made sure it was put in there that only I can make the decision whether I want to leave ECW and go to another brand or not. I knew something like this would happen and I took that precaution because I am not willing to leave my family or the man I plan on marrying in the near future. I'm sorry Shane but you're not only wasting your time but you're wasting my time I could be spending with Jim as well...goodbye." With that said she hung up the phone before giving him a chance to say anything else.
"What the hell was that all about?" Jim asked and Illyria growled.
"Pompous, egotistical, arrogant son of a bitch!" She exclaimed and Beulah laughed.
"Okay, what did he do?"
"He wanted me to join RAW just like Dave said would be happening soon and when I told him that I wouldn't do it because of everyone here he had the balls to say and I quote 'You do realize that you can be traded here any time I wish to trade you right?' Son of a bitch! It felt so damn good to tell him about that clause in my contract."
Jim walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and he could feel her whole body shaking with anger. "Baby come on, you gotta calm the fuck down...don't let him get to you."
"You know how to calm me down Jim so do it." Illyria snapped and he laughed.
"Do I need to leave the room for this?" Beulah giggled.
"Nah, it's nothing like that." Jim replied before crashing his lips against Illyria's and kissing her roughly. He instantly felt her body calming down and melting against his which made him chuckle a little. "Better?"
"Much, let's go get Tom and get the hell out of here...I'm ready to get away for a while."
"Sounds good to me baby, let's go." Jim agreed and the three of them walked out of the hotel room.