There is a saying that home is where the heart is. While Trish did not have a feeling of warm fuzziness when she pulled in front of the Wood, it was a strange feeling to be home again. She felt weird for even thinking the thoughts but she actually missed her old hangout and work place. She missed being hit on left and right by the college students. She missed sneaking off in the women's bathroom with Mickie to hash out boyfriend stories.
She missed how things were. Not necessarily how things were when she moved to Los Angeles, but how things were back in Livonia. She missed coming home and seeing that her mother just finished baking her favorite apple pie. She missed hearing the ruckus noise of her little brother and his garage band, hashing out cover tunes. She missed hearing her father and his college buddies reminiscing about old times and debating what one of them still "got it." She missed her family terribly and only wondered how they were enjoying their new life in Heaven.
As Trish parked her Harley and took off her helmet, she sighed deeply, reminiscing on what her life has become and where she is now. A year ago, she would've never thought she would be a mother vampire to an heiress. She never thought she would be considered royalty in the vampirical world. Amazing, she thought, just simply amazing.
She shook her brunette hair and finger-combed it as the other Family members pulled up beside her. They turned off their bikes and waited for direction. "If it gets crazy in there, you know what to do." Taker instructed as the Family gathered around him.
"Just say the word, and we'll finish him off." Rock added.
Trish nodded and took a deep breath. "I got it."
Dave approached his girlfriend. "Are you sure? I'll break his neck for you."
"Ooh, and I can tear off an arm!" Melina smiled.
"And I can cut out his eyes!" Nitro nodded happily.
"Pssh…" London shook his head. "You guys always take the fun parts first."
Trish smiled. "No, I got it. I need to do this one on my own."
"Okay." Dave kissed her forehead. "We'll be out here waiting for you."
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As Trish walked through the doors of the Wood, she was glad to see that it had not changed one bit. The dueling piano shows were still the biggest draw. People were lined up at the bar, trying to get drunk as humanly possibly. The bartenders and servers still wore the same skin-tight attire upon Randy's request.
"Is that my Trisha?" Mickie James squealed upon seeing her former co-worker.
Trish turned around and gave Mickie a hug. "Oh my God! It's so good to see you!"
"It's good to see you, too! Look at you, Ms. Pantene Hair Salon!" Mickie said as she admired Trish's hair color. "What have you been up to?"
Getting knocked up by a vampire, having a baby that's considered to be an heir, and having superhuman strength. Oh yeah, I drink blood, too. What about you? "Oh, nothing much. You still work here out of want or need?"
"Hah!" Mickie laughed loudly. "Bitch, I own this motherfucker! Yeah, when Orton got his ass handed to him, he was out of commission for weeks and the other owner wanted a third party to help run things around here. I was at the right place and the right time. Girl, it fucking kills that asshole knowing that he can't threaten to fire my ass anymore and that my opinion carries weight!"
"Good for you!" Trish smiled. "So, Orton got beat up, huh?"
Mickie shook her head. "He wouldn't say who. But I bet you anything it was by a boyfriend of one the girls he fucked over. I would feel sorry for his limp-dick ass but the motherfucker had it coming."
Trish smiled brightly. She knew there was no way in hell Randy would admit that of all things that had happened to him, it was because a girl beat him up. "Well, you reap what you sow."
"And that dumb-ass should be lucky he's still alive." Mickie laughed until her attention was interrupted. "Speaking of the limp-dick devil…."
From the moment she felt him sneak up behind her, Trish had a feeling of digestedness throughout her body. It was then Trish knew what Taker meant when he said some of her powers would work in ways she wouldn't be fond of. Trish turned around to see Randy stand over her. "Orton."
"Stratus." He coldly greeted. "Can I see you in my office?"
"You mean, my office, right?" Mickie corrected.
Randy shot a look at Mickie. "Can I use your office, Mickie?"
"Yeah, whatever. Just don't spread the herpes you have all over my desk." She then gave Trish another hug. "If you're not thoroughly disgusted by the little meeting, feel free to join me back out here."
"I might take you up on that offer." Trish smiled.
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With all of the things that Trish did miss about her old job, she did not miss one sure thing and that was the leering eyes of Randy Orton. "Yes, Orton?"
"What in the hell do you want, Stratus?" He snapped. "If you're begging for your old job back, you can go to hell."
"And this is why you brought me back here? So I can go to hell? Bucket full of genius you are." She grinned.
"Cute, real cute." Randy reached into the desk drawer and threw a piece of paper at Trish. "I hope you find that cute."
Trish stared down at the papers. Amongst other false claims, Randy was suing both her and Dave for aggressive battery and assault. "I've been served?" Trish looked down at the subpoena.
"Yeah. Mental anguish and distress after you and your gorilla-looking boyfriend caused my impotency."
Trish wanted to smile. She really wanted to laugh. A guy who boasted how hard, long, and strong he could go was having difficulties getting it up for another conquest. And since it had been a year Trish had last seen Randy, she could only wonder how many prescriptions of Viagra, Levitra and many other erectile dysfunction medications he has gone through. "I'm sorry to hear that." She replied.
"I bet you are." Randy rolled his eyes. "So why the fuck are you back here, anyways? Being a streetwalker wasn't paying you enough?"
"I'm back," Trish took off her leather jacket to reveal a barely-there halter top. "So we can talk."
Randy stared down at Trish's chest. Her breasts were perfect, not too big; not too small. And they had "Please suck us, Randy" written all over them. "About?"
Trish got up and shimmied out of her jeans. She then walked over to Randy and put her hand on his crotch area. "You're absolutely right, Orton. I'm not shit without you. And I finally came to my senses."
Randy was speechless as he felt an erection for the first time in a long while. Trish was merely touching his body and he was ready to explode. "I'm sure we can come to an arrangement of sorts, can't we, Randy?" Trish smiled. "I'm willing to do whatever it takes to resolve any problems." She then straddled him and began to unbuckle his slacks. She pulled out his shaft and began stroking it. "Anything." She whispered as she nibbled on his right earlobe.
Randy found himself trying to breathe as Trish continued to stroke him. He was definitely becoming harder by the second and it was only a matter of time before he shot everywhere. But he also had no intentions of dropping the lawsuit and was going to use Trish to his advantage as often as possible. "Suck me off." He demanded.
Trish smiled. "You got it." Her fangs appeared and she sunk them into Randy's neck.
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"So who's better…?" Hunter said between moans. "Me or your precious Lover?"
Stephanie eased herself up and down on Hunter's shaft. She closed her eyes and threw her head back. Her hands were wrapped around his neck and he guided her up and down. "Trish." She replied.
"I know you're trying to be nice and all, Steph." Hunter grunted as he moved her. "But you can be honest with me."
"I am." She whispered. "She could teach you and Lover a thing or two."
The Brood walked upon a live sex show when they entered the Palace. Watching for a few minutes, Edge decided to interrupt his mentor and the Queen Mother. "Um hmm…" He cleared his throat.
Stephanie kept riding Hunter. If there was one thing that Stephanie hated the most, it was not being able to climax because she was interrupted. "What is it, Edge?" She said flatly.
Edge was hoping the Brood's sudden visit would distract Stephanie and Hunter. Instead, the pair continued as if they didn't exist. "We…we…we're here."
"For?" Stephanie replied.
"The kid." Edge replied. "We're ready to have her again."
"Oh no." Stephanie shook her head. "You're not getting her. She's mine."
Edge walked up to where Stephanie and Hunter were. He sat beside them on the king-sized bed, while they continued to make love. "No, no, no, no, Steph. You see…" Edge put his arm on her shoulder but quickly withdrew it once he saw her face. "We had a deal, remember?"
"No, we didn't." She corrected.
Edge slightly opened his mouth and made an expression in disbelief. "Uh, yes we did."
Now Stephanie knew she wasn't going to be able to climax because of what was about to transpire. If she had it her way, she would kill Edge without breaking a sweat and still get off at the same time. Instead, she would save that for later when he would really piss her off. Stephanie stopped riding Hunter and looked down at him. "Do you want to handle this or shall I?"
Hunter motioned for Stephanie to get off him. He then rubbed his chin and stared up at the ceiling, contemplating his thoughts. He wasn't concerned about being naked or the fact he still had an erection. "Exactly what were you geniuses thinking when you kidnapped the kid?"
"We'll lure the Family, destroy them and get the blonde chick." Carlito smiled.
"Uh-huh." Hunter nodded. "And all of you thought this through?"
"To the tee!" Edge smirked.
"Uh-huh." Hunter rubbed his goatee. "Except one little thing with that. You see, the blonde chick is now a vampire."
The Brood looked amongst themselves in stunned silence. Never once did they consider Trish would turn and they all knew the consequences of that action would be. "What?"
"So not only did you piss off Holy Mother over there." He pointed towards Stephanie. "But now you have a mother vamp who is gunning for you." He then shook his head. "Wow, I really don't know how you do it sometimes, Edge."
"When was she turned?" Lilian asked.
"A while ago." Hunter stated with all intention of being vague. "You should've been there. Nothing like some hot girl-on-girl action."
"You weren't there and you're forgetting Lover was there as well." Stephanie corrected.
"Like I said nothing like some hot girl-on-girl action." Hunter smiled.
"Whatever." Edge smirked. "I'm not scared of Batista or his posse of wannabees. If they want their precious baby, they need to come get her. In fact, I challenge them right here, right now. They want the baby, they can bring whatever they can to get her."
"Challenge accepted." Dave replied.