Tarot Tells All

CHAPTER 2

Dave Batista walked into the large WWE headquarters located in Stamford, CT. He had been called here today with other wrestlers for a photo shoot for the next issue of WWE Magazine. He had brought his trunks and belt for the shoot, he was going to be on the cover, showcasing his third Heavyweight title win beating Booker T after he cheated the belt from Dave two months ago. But the Animal prevailed at last week's match and regain the belt, leaving Booker T in a pile of blood soaked bones. Never piss off the Animal.

The magazine just didn't showcase wrestlers from Smackdown, it also features wrestlers and Divas from all three factions, RAW and ECW included. Dave knew that fellow Brand Chris Benoit would be here as well as ECW's Bobby Lashly, the three had become good friends before Lashly moved to the Extremist's domain.

Dressed in fine clothes, Dave walked through the halls and into the elevator, where it would take him to the fourth floor where the shoots were being preformed. As he entered the front room decorated with comfortable chairs and couches with a table and refreshments, he noticed Chris and Bobby sitting down waiting for their turns to come up, as well as RAW's Tag team champions DX and Shelton Benjamin. He moved and greeted his companions and sat down beside to join their conversation.

"How was your trip Dave?" Bobby asked.

"Just another flight, how fast are they moving?"

"Ha!" Chris laughed, "They didn't start yet! The photographer didn't make it in and all the other ones are out on assignments."

"Great, I don't want to be stuck here all day, We've been on the road a week now, I just want to get home and sleep." Dave yawned as the doors opened slightly, they looked up at the two new additions to the superstars that were waiting to get their own pictures done.

Dave began a little jittery as he starred at the odd couple, he should be used to things like this, living with a witch and having her dead boyfriend hang out at the house all the time now. They were dressed like they had just walked out of the movie, Interview with a Vampire, Kay made him watch it at least twice a year. The man dressed in black and red sat down at the far end where a large dark blue high chair was placed, his seductive woman, her long black hair, blue eyes and long teeth caught Dave's attention even more.

It wasn't the fact that her breasts were much too large for that black lace corset that was trying to hold the flesh in, or the fact that the short ruffle skirt was too short to hid her long legs. She was looking at him, a little curiosity in both parts, her blue eyes caught his. Even though she seemed to be stuck in a Dracula remake, she was good looking for a freak.

Dave leaned over to his two friends, "Who are they?"

"That's Kevin Thorn and his vamp slut Ariel. They're from ECW." Replied Ashley, "Ariel can read the future with her cards, and I really think that they believe that they're vampires…"

Was it that they believed that they were vampires, Dave had to think, or was it that everyone around them thought that? Dave had seen his share of unnatural feats, especially from Kayla, He wondered if Vampires do exist, and how are they dealt in today's world.

The three heard giggles and snickering coming from HHH and Shawn Michaels, Dave looked on and could tell the two members of De-Generation X were making little jokes about the blood lust couple.

"Hey…Vamperella," Shawn called out as Hunter tried very hard not to laugh, "the auditions for the Ministry isn't today, try you luck next Halloween!"

Both boys from DX busted out laughing as Kevin tried to get up from his seat, but Ariel that sat on his lap calmed her angered warrior with a few strokes of her hand and a word in his ear.

Dave leaned back as he watched them, there was something off about them, he didn't like the way they moved…it reminded him too much of the Undertaker. Were they just people playing a part? Or were they from the same world as the Deadman was from? Dave's thought came back to the task at hand when one of the assistance came out and asked if she could get anyone anything to ease their wait.

"Excuse me, miss?' Dave touched the girl's hand, she smiled eagerly at the Champion.

"Can you tell me when we can expect to leave?" Dave asked.

"I'm really sorry, Mr Batista, but it seems that Shane McMahon can't get a hold of any photographers at the moment, and the deadline is tonight to get them into print." She replied.

"Where is Shane?" Dave asked.

"He's in his office, trying to find someone."

"Thanks," Dave got back onto his feet and moved his gym bag closer to Lashly, "Want to watch this for me? I'm going to talk to Shane."

"See if you can get us out of here before we're stuck for the night?" Asked Bobby.

"I think I can…" Dave grinned as he walked out of the green room and down the hall.

Shane's office was on the top floor, next to his daddy's, Vince McMahon. Vince only lets his undisciplined boy to run minor things here, everyone knows that his daughter, Stephanie McMahon was more adapt at thinking like her father. She was going to inherit the WWE empire, and poor Shane had a hard time to deal with it, after all, he was the first born and the only son of the Chairman. He was a little upset about being passed over to his little sister.

Dave grinned as he got off the elevator and stopped in front of the door to Shane's office. He knocked a few times, he could hear yelling from with in.

"Come in!" Dave opened the door and spotted the young man sitting on his desk, dressed in a pin strip suit but the neck tie was on the floor, thrown there in frustration. He had one hand on the desk and another was holding the phone to his ear.

"I'm busy, Dave." Shane growled.

"I'm just here to offer a helping, I don't like to see anything go wrong here. It's my place of work too." Dave replied.

"What? Can you work a camera?" Shane replied sarcastically.

"No, but I can get someone who is and has worked for you before."

"I've called everyone on the list, there's no one else available. Dad's going to kill me if I fuck this up."

"Can I see your list, please?" Shane handed Dave the folder, he grinned as he saw that Kay's name wasn't there.

"I can get you someone here in half an hour at the most, but you owe me one." Dave kept his grin.

"What do you want?" Shane was hesitant.

"Don't worry about now, I'll get you a photographer, just don't hit on her." Dave replied.

Shane McMahon was well known for his sexual antics with the female staff at WWE, it seemed that his wandering hands are the only thing that was descended from his father. But unlike Shane, he didn't know when to stop. Even though the guy was a creep, he was still second in charge and Dave could use him in the future. It was nice to have a few cards up your sleeve.

"I'll see you down there." Dave pulled out his cell phone from his jacket pocket and waved a little good buy at the Manager, Shane shook his head.

AS the Animal made his way back to the elevator, he began dialling her number, she did say that she liked doing it, and after, they could go out to eat…and she could get him home before nightfall…using that magic thing of hers. He liked to travel fast, and Kay could get him anywhere in a flash of light. Sometimes it paid to have a witch for a sister.

To be continued.