Dawn Of The New Brood
This is my 1st wrestling fanfiction I've ever done. I've watched it for well over 9 years, personally loved the older stuff so I'm writing into more of those areas. I wanted to write something different from what I usually write for a change, try something new. Plus I loved The Brood, as most people I have my favourites and their one of mine. This is around 2001-2002 area, after Edge and Christian split up and the alliance had been tackled down. But with Christian still having his long hair : ) I don't own the people, just created the plot and what's in it, not what really happened in story lines.
A mysterious blood bath happens after one of Christians matches, he didn't do it but who did...? Return of The Brood? What's really happening and who's returned and why? And... Why are some people going missing?
Christian continued to try and jolt his head away from Jeff Hardy's hand, not wishing to be touched by this psychotic freak. He did find it strange though, for two men trying to kidnap him they were acting quite gentle on him. Plus Jeff's touch... Why was he acting so affectionate towards him? Well... That's at least what he calls it!
"Get off me!" Christian yelled and prepared to scream for help by opening his mouth wide.
Before Christian could start screaming for help Matt lifted one of his arms off and covered his mouth. "Not a smart move, Little One." He hissed darkly into Christian's ear.
Christian's eyes widened when he heard the 'Little One' comment. No one ever called him that except for... Gangrel. But that couldn't be! He hadn't seen Gangrel in ages, plus... Why would Gangrel want to hurt him? Christian thought he'd gotten over the incident of him leaving The Brood group, he wasn't usually one to hold grudges.
"Don't see why you'd want to fight us." Jeff extremely pouted, still gently stroking his fingers through Christian's long blonde hair. "We don't want to hurt you. Quite the opposite actually, what will happen will change your life forever, in a good way. You will never be alone again and you will feel the best you've ever felt in your whole life."
Christian's eyes narrowed, not believing a word that was coming out of the younger brothers mouth. With that he suddenly slammed his teeth onto Matt's hand. Matt let out a large yelp and loosened his grip on Christian and Christian managed to wriggle himself out of his remaining grasp. Matt grabbed hold of his hand with his other hand and looked the angriest he had been in years, almost making even Jeff jump. Christian lunged forward and knocked Jeff off balance for a moment as Christian ran past.
"Hey!" Jeff complained, as he stumbled a little but quickly regained balance. He turned to see Christian darting down the corridors.
"Don't just stand there!" Matt spat at Jeff, still holding his throbbing hand. "He's getting away!"
Jeff nodded and started running extremely fast down the corridors, with Matt quickly behind him. Sadly catching up with Christian quite quickly, catching him totally up just outside the lift down.
Christian felt himself get tackled from behind and was brought down to the floor with a thud. His mind spinning, all he wanted was to get away but noticed that they were extremely quick. He lifted his head a little to see that it was Jeff that had caught up with him and was now partially on top of him. He soon felt the weight lift off of him but as soon as he felt that he felt himself being tugged up off the ground by his clothing. He got pulled into another hold from behind but this time it was Jeff Hardy.
"I like playing games, Christian, but not right now. We have limited timing." Jeff almost whined in a childish voice.
Christian grumbled to himself, looking slightly to the side to see the lift that could've got him to safety. Cursing at himself for not making the extra few yards to the lift, he could've made it to the car then...
"Ho... How did you two run after me so fast?" Christian finally asked, seeing that now Matt had caught up, not looking the least bit happy. Christian didn't get it... He was in shape! Those two shouldn't have caught up with him so easily.
Matt held up the hand that Christian had just bitten, not a scratch could be seen... Christian's eyes widened when he saw it. He'd bitten him so hard that it would've left tooth marks, heavy bruising coming out...etc... on any normal person... Matt didn't seem to even feel pain in it anymore... What was up?
"Weird, isn't it?" Matt said calmly, glaring right into Christian's eyes. "For your little human mind anyway, huh? How we suddenly got so strong... How fast we can run... How... I can all of a sudden have things heal. Not have a scratch on me recently, even after brutal matches. Well... This might be the reason..."
Matt's head went down for a second and he slowly started to re-lifted it, at first he just glared. His head facing to downwards from the light to totally see his face, it made his already darkened expression even darker and scarier. "Want to see?" He asked softly.
"Want to see what?" Christian stuttered, unable to keep his cool any longer. His fear and worries beginning to surface through onto his face, making it very clear to see visually.
"You shouldn't be scared." Jeff whispered into Christian's ear. "He won't hurt you. Everyone else, yes, but you, no. You're out of bounds, not allowed to be a target."
Christian just gave Jeff a widened glance for a second, not understanding what Jeff meant but his words didn't comfort him any more.
Matt tilted his head up just a little more and the lighting caught something quite large and white in his mouth. Christian had to double take before he figured out what it was... Very large set of fangs! He gave Christian an extra big dark smirk before closing his mouth, lips just covering the fangs.
"Ok... Look guys... I'm really not in the mood for jokes..." Christian started in a nervous voice.
"Jokes? I don't remember saying that we were joking." Matt shot back.
"Doesn't things start fitting into place? Think about it." Jeff asked softly.
Christian doesn't give a verbal reply, his mind spinning as he realised that this all might not be a joke. Both Matt and Jeff looked deadly serious. Plus with all the recent things that had happened, this would explain quite a lot of questions.
Christian jumped out of his skin when he turned his head slightly and saw Jeff holding his mouth open a little, showing some larger teeth than normal but not totally out like Matt's. Jeff quickly shutting it again.
"Getting the picture?" Matt asked simply, eyes digging into Christian.
"Yo... You're... Vampires!? Both of you!?" Christian exclaimed, hardly believing even the words coming out of his own mouth. "You two must be joking! There's no such things as vampires! Quit playing with me!"
"Well! Jeff, looks like our little blonde friend here still doesn't believe us." Matt comically raised his eyebrows.
"Looks like he needs more convincing." Jeff smirked at his own comment.
Christian frowned and tried darting his head and neck a little further away from Jeff, not wanting to be bitten or anything again. "Just because you tried biting me really bad yesterday doesn't make you a vampire Jeff!" Christian stated. "Anyone could go and get those fake vampire teeth. Gangrel had a pair, their called implants! But that doesn't make them real!"
Both Matt and Jeff looked at each other and burst out laughing, obviously having an inside joke on something.
"You're so funny Christian!" Jeff replied, still laughing at the comment. "Did he really say that to you?"
"If those our so real then why didn't you sink them into me yesterday then?" Christian challenged, turning slightly to glare at Jeff who was still holding onto him tightly from behind.
"Ugh! Hello! I've already said!" Jeff sighed extremely, trying to get his message across. "You're off limits. I was just having a bit of fun with you, being affectionate, which you took the wrong way."
"And which one of you made that rule up, you or the darkened soul over there?" Christian mocked and then pulled a deadly serious face. "And that was not a bit of fun! It hurt actually..."
"Neither actually." Jeff answered the first question with a frown but then suddenly pushed Christian's long blonde hair out of the way to observe the area he'd touched yesterday. "I'm sorry about that." Jeff cooed when he saw what he'd created on the side of Christian's neck up close. "It's usually pleasurable to us and of course we heal automatically..."
"Just drop the fake vampire thing!" Christian demanded with a frown, not wanting to believe that any of it's real.
"Hmm... So you still really don't believe it?" Matt sighed, wishing Christian would stop being so difficult.
Jeff on the other hand ignored the comment and stayed glued to staring at Christian's neck area. Christian could hear the familiar hissing, like before. It gave him the creeps even more! What was that? A vampires trade mark? Suddenly without warning he leaned his face in and pressed his lips into Christian's neck. Christian felt Jeff's lips really dig in, as if searching for something in his neck, and a smile forming on his lips. The hissing slowly turned into more of a happy purring sound.
"Oi!" Christian yelled in shock and tried to move his head away from Jeff but Jeff stopped it with a firm hand on the top of the neck. "I had enough of this yesterday! I don't want any more of your damn hickey's!"
"Relax." Matt replied simply, not having a problem with what was going on in front of him. "He's not going to bite you this time."
"Then why is he on my neck?" Christian yelled in demand, wanting answers.
"Well... He loves the feeling of your blood running through the veins in your neck, as you should know it's our favourite body area." Matt explained roughly, obviously not bothering to go into too much detail. "He's actually being very sweet."
"Enough! Ok? I've heard enough about blood, vampires and whatever else. And make him quit the hissing and purring sounds! It's creepy!" Christian snapped.
Just as Christian finished his sentence they started to hear footsteps coming towards them. Christian didn't know whether to be horrified or happy about that. It could be his best friend, Chris Jericho, coming through the corridors after him to get to the parking lot. Or it could not be him... Either way, he was worried. The person could either help him out or could seriously get injured from these two nut jobs...
"Looks like I've a volunteer then!" Matt clapped to himself, acting excited, well as excited as current Matt really goes.
"Huh?" Christian questioned, trying to ignore Jeff.
"You don't want to believe us. I'll prove it to you, Little One." Matt answered, a very dark expression creeping onto his face.
"Oh... No... You don't have too..." Christian replied nervously, trying to persuade Matt off the idea. He really didn't want another person involved and getting seriously hurt by them.
Matt just ignored the comment and moved a little to gingerly look down the hallway to see who was coming. "Perfect..." Matt whispered happily when he saw who was coming up the hall.
The person soon reached the area of where Christian was being held captive by the two brothers.
"Christian!" Exclaimed the person Christian knew. "What the hell are you two doing with him?"
"Lance Storm... Glad you could make it at the 'right' time." Matt smirked, getting closer to the guy.
"What's happening here?" Lance questioned with a massive frown on his face. He looked at Christian with worry, not trusting whatever Jeff was doing on Christian's neck and having a tight hold on him.
"Oh... We were just about to demonstrate something to our lovely blonde friend here." Matt replied simply, smirk still clearly fixed.
"Lance. Just get out of here..." Christian tried to warn his friend but got cut off with a groan when Jeff started to lick the veins in his neck.
"Christian... I didn't know you swung that way." Lance raised his eyebrow.
"I don't!" Christian yelled back. "I want him to get off me!"
"That's all I need to hear..." Lance replied and started walking over to where Jeff was holding Christian captive.
Sadly Lance didn't get very far when he felt himself being hit from behind and fell onto his knees, painfully. When he fell to his knee's it revealed Matt had hit him from behind, of course. Matt then grabbed a loose piece of fabric hanging off Lance's shirt and very roughly dragged him to his feet.
"Leave him alone, Matt!" Christian shouted angrily at Matt. "He's done nothing wrong!"
"I don't like the way he looks at you." Matt smirked, not making a lick of sense. "I think he's the perfect person to show you a demonstration."
"Don't you dare!" Christian continued to shout but it fell on deaf ears. "And, like I said. He's done nothing wrong. Just being my friend and tag partner at times."
"What the fuck's wrong with you, Hardy!?" Lance yelled, confused on why this was going on.
Lance didn't get a answer, just felt himself being pulled back into a hold, like Christian, from behind. Christian's eye's widened as he watched Matt's mouth open and saw Matt's set of fangs extend right before his very eyes, coming out of their holders. He also saw Matt's eyes starting to flash red, like he'd seen in Edge's eyes yesterday... Plus his hands... They were starting to look more claw like than human. Next thing he knew he saw Matt's teeth suddenly sinking into Lance Storm's neck viciously, to say he wasn't biting nicely was an understatement!
Lance's mouth opened but no words came out. To Christian this scene was almost taken straight out of a horror movie! It couldn't be real... Lance's eye's then slammed shut and he was squishing them tight in pain.
"Matt! Stop it!" Christian yelled and tried desperately to fight himself out of Jeff's grasp but found no success in his tries.
Christian then felt the more he tried to fight Jeff off the more Jeff tightened his grip and suddenly started sucking at Christian's wounded neck. Christian couldn't help it for a second when he felt his eye's close almost in relaxation, he hated being in this situation and what was happening, but it was helping the pain in his neck. He felt it almost relaxing the stressed out muscles in his neck from where Jeff had bitten him yesterday.
When Christian opened his eyes again he saw a trail of loose blood dropping down Lance Storms neck as Matt continued with what look like sucking. He saw more trails of blood dripping down from Matt's happy mouth. Christian tried to struggle again to help his friend but once again didn't manage to get Jeff off him. Jeff had to be one of the strongest men he'd ever met, and he'd met tons of them in his profession!
It was to late anyway... Lance Storm went limp and Matt then withdrew his blood soaked mouth from Lance and gave Christian a bloody smirk. He threw what was left of Lance Storm to the ground like a ragged doll and obviously showed no respect to the person he'd just killed.
"Believe us now, Christian?" Matt asked slyly, now looking directly at Christian. He started to lick the remaining blood off around his mouth.
"How could you?" Christian gasped, shocked at the revelation of what both Hardyz had been saying was correct.
"I was being nice!" Matt shot back and smirked slyly at Christian. "Not any real scratch on him! Just one bite mark! Unlike Jeff Jarrett..."
"You didn't..." Christian gasped when he put two and two together and realised what was basically being said to him. "You two?..."
Matt nodded with his smirk still fixed. "Stupid cops... They think the claw and bite marks came from an animal or something!"
"I can't believe you did that!" Christian continued to gasp in disbelief. He'd been so worried all this time about the murderers coming back and such, when they were really around him all this time! "You ate him..."
"Yep, soz. Guys gotta eat. And you heard my brother that night, he was hungry. I was hardly going to let my baby brother starve, now was I?" Matt then playfully mock batted his eyelids, pretending to act all innocent when he couldn't be more the opposite. "That's what big brother's are for, right? He's not far enough to get his own food... And... Jeff Jarrett was just there... And we hated him... You hated him... We even got into having fun doing it... Seemed an all win situation and I still think that."
"Are you nuts!?" Christian screamed, aiming at both of them but Jeff still seemed to caught up to be paying much attention. "Sure I hated him but I wouldn't want him dead! Let alone the way you two did it! Plus, you left it in my hotel room! Let me go nuts and paranoid over that!"
"Nice touch, huh?" Matt smirked, more proud of himself than anything. Christian just glared at him in disbelief, this current Matt definitely didn't have any sense and morals on what he does. Didn't even seem to give anything much a second thought, and he was the calm, thoughtful and more serious one out of the two brothers!
"You two... You've been causing the everything around me... Haven't you? Making it go cold and feeling like I was being watched? Creeping me out in general!" Christian accused with a firm frown fixed.
"That weren't all us!" Matt defended. "Only sometimes... And we don't really do the cold thing."
"Great. There's more?" Christian replied in a sarcastic tone of voice. "Don't tell me, you have werewolves involved on this too!"
"Don't mock us." Matt growled firmly as he walked over to Christian and Jeff.
Christian almost cowered, Matt looked really scary and creepy when he got mad. "Look... If you want to kill me just get it over and done with. Just make it quick and painless."
Jeff lifted his head off Christian's neck and smiled at the work he'd just done. He soon quickly joined in with Matt to laugh at Christian's comment, yet again.
"So, you believe us now? Right?" Jeff asked eagerly.
Christian just blew out a heavy sigh and nodded, how could he not believe what he'd just saw? He just saw Matt drink Lance Storm's blood, therefore killing Lance in the process.
"Good." Matt replied, looking finally satisfied that Christian now believed what they were saying. "And how many times do we have to say it? We have no intention of hurting you... You're off limits. Lucky thing. Most people would kill for that option! There's something better in store for you..."
"Look at the neck now." Jeff smiled happily.
"Good job." Matt complimented when he saw what Jeff had done. He thought his brother was doing that, that was the reason why he wasn't bothered with what Jeff was doing earlier.
"Oh! What have you done to it now? I don't feel anything..." Christian gasped, dreading what the younger Hardy had done to his neck now.
"I got rid of the marking for you by releasing the stress in your muscles and veins." Jeff replied happily, clearly pleased with what he'd done. "It was the least I could do... I forgot it can be painfully..."
Both the brothers stood there for a moment, eyes blaring into Christian, waiting for him to say or do something. Christian didn't reply though, his mind almost going into panic and shock mode. If they didn't plot to kill him then what was their plans? And what had happened to them to make them this way? Was it really just them two? Christian tried shoving those thoughts out of his head for now, they weren't going to help him any right now. He soon realised that time must be running out for him to escape, he needed to do something and soon... He just needed to get outside and to the car... And pray to hell Jericho doesn't see them and get involved. Soon he'd be left with no friends at all!
Jeff leaned into Christian's ear to speak. "It's time to come home, Christian." He whispered into Christian ear in a very haunting sound of voice, Matt nodded his head in agreement to that.
Christian didn't know what the comment meant exactly but knew it couldn't be very good on his part. Home? Well he wasn't going back to Canada right now! What else could they mean?
Regardless... The way Jeff had said it was very chilling. Christian felt a shiver go down his spine from hearing it. He didn't want to go anywhere with them! God knows what would become of him!
"Oh Matt!" Jeff burst happily. "I can't wait! I'll be very good and look after him and everything."
"That's not just your job you know." Matt replied bluntly. "Christian will be all of our responsibilities. Besides, he and she will make sure of everything."
Christian just gave Jeff a quirky glare. What was he, some kind of pet or something? To him it just sounded like it was only going to get worse for him. Escape plan, now! Christian figured he just needed to get to the lift. If he got there then he could get to the car and try and sort something out and think all about this later.
Matt and Jeff just seemed to drift off into conversation with themselves, talking about stuff Christian didn't quite understand. Not that he was paying much attention anyway, getting away from them was 1st priority. He can rethink things and piece things together later, when he was safe.
Christian suddenly swung a loose leg forward and hit Matt directly in the crotch. Matt immediately doubled over in pain and his eyes squinted shut showing just how painful it was. Before Jeff could really think or do anything in reaction to what Christian had just done, Christian swung the same leg backwards and hit Jeff in the crotch as well.
Not the most brilliant plan? Well, no. But Christian was desperate, desperate times call for desperate measures, no matter how much of a cheap shot it is.
Plus who could complain with results? Jeff virtually mirrored his older brothers reaction and doubled over, releasing his grasp over Christian. Christian took the chance and forced himself out of the rest of Jeff's hold with ease.
He immediately darted to the side and quickly pressed the button for the lift. Christian kept on tapping on it, wishing it would hurry up. Finally, after what seemed like forever for Christian, the doors finally dinged and opened for him. He darted in without a second thought and pressed the button for the ground floor but as he turned and saw the doors closing again he saw both brothers already recovering and heading towards the lift. Neither looking the least bit happy. Matt being the worst... Dude had recently got a serious temper attitude. Plus the glaring he gave...
Christian blew a huge sigh of relief as the doors closed way before either of them reached the lift.
He sagged a little when his thoughts finally sunk back in his head, Lance... What was he going to do? Were the brothers going to be stalking him now? Did he report them or what? But then again... Who in their right mind would believe that he'd gotten attacked by brother vampires? And oh yea, they also worked in the company!? A million questions just came into his mind... And he couldn't answer any of them... Not right now...
THUD!!
Christian jumped out of his skin when he felt the lift suddenly jump a little and heard thumps happening above his head. Christian slowly lifted his head a little to look at the ceiling, breathing heavy. What was that? Nothing looked wrong or anything...
All of a sudden Christian heard scratching noises, head still looking above him, terrified. They wouldn't! Oh what was he saying!? Yes, they would! That kind of drop and action wouldn't kill them or even most likely do a dent. Sure enough he started to see what looked like claws coming through the heavy metal of the lifts ceiling.
Christian's eyes widened in horror when the holes were big enough and had two very disturbed parts of faces glaring down at him. Christian almost felt himself stop breathing, he never felt so scared out of his life! He wasn't fighting anyone or anything normal.
"I'm really not in the mood for playing games, Little One." Matt hissed in a darkened voice, eyes blaring into Christian, who was now cowering in the corner looking up at them.
"Who's playing?" Christian shot back, trying not to let his fear show.
"Why can't you just come with us? Like a good brother." Jeff whined.
"Just leave me alone!" Christian yelled back at them. He darted his head to where it was saying the floor number, almost to the ground floor... Come on!
"Soz, just can't do that." Matt mocked, now getting his arm through a hole and trying to take a swing for Christian. Missing Christian by miles, of course. He left out a infuriated growl of annoyance with it.
"What the hell is your problem?" Christian yelled back with a frown, covering the fear. "Just... Leave me alone! I haven't done anything really to you!"
"Tough! Orders are orders. And unfortunately for you, me and my brother here agree and like the orders." Matt smirked.
Jeff didn't bother to make a comment or anything, just continued to scratch into the metal, making the holes even bigger. With the claws that he had, he was making it look like he was cutting through butter. With the holes getting bigger Matt started leaning in more and trying to make a grab at Christian but was still missing.
Christian kept ducking and switching attention between the two on the ceiling and the floor dial above the doors. Christian blew out the loudest ever sigh of relief when the elevator finally dinged and the doors opened, revealing the ground floor. At the end of the corridor Christian could clearly see the doors that led to the parking lot outside. Also that he must've been with the brothers for some time now because it was dawn and the sun rising.
Christian dived out of the elevator and started to dart down to the way out. He could hear both of his captors yelling after him but he did his best to ignore the voices and keep going. They could catch up with him at anytime, he couldn't allow that! Or his life might just be over.
After a certain amount of moments he happily reached the door and was glad to see the bright sun coming out. He flew open the door and started making his way out, until he felt himself get tackled from behind, like earlier. Half of him was out of the door and the other was still in the building and he felt a force trying to pull the rest of him back in. Christian was surprised that the door itself hadn't slammed on him and looked up to see Matt was holding the door open, stopping it from hitting him in half. Even so, he struggled the best he could but try as he might he couldn't get himself to stand up because of Jeff's weight and force. Christian dug his nails into the flooring and struggled to move his body forward bit by bit more through the door entrance, even though he was getting even more dead tired and didn't know how long he could hold on. But every time he felt himself managing to go through the door a bit more he felt Jeff's grip tighten on his legs and kept dragging him back, it was like an never ending tug of war and he wasn't getting far!
Christian felt himself starting to slip bit by bit, he was getting to tired to hang on and fight them. Plus Jeff was clearly stronger and was quickly now getting the upper hand over Christian. Christian desperately wanted his hands to keep holding on but felt them now just giving up on him. Just as he felt them letting go and him being totally dragged back into the darkened building a pair of hands slammed down on his own and pulled Christian out of the door. Jeff being determined didn't let go but saw that he hands slid down Christians legs till they were at his ankles.
Christian looked up to see who was helping him. "Jericho?" He said in amazement.
Chris Jericho didn't verbally reply, just continued to pull Christian out and basically nearly pulled him to his feet. Matt Hardy hissed angrily but didn't come out any further to touch him or anything or else he would've been hit by the sun, which was obviously still a weakness. Jericho quickly took note of that, meaning that neither would most likely follow them, he just needed to finish pulling Christian out of the shaded building. Not that was hard because he only had to get Christian's feet out. He pulled on Christian one final massive time and got him totally in the light.
"Shit!" Jeff cussed loudly when one hand got burnt by the sunlight. He didn't manage to let go of Christian in time. Jeff retracted himself further into the shade a little and grabbed his hand like he'd just been scolded with boiling water. Matt just hissed in a massive annoyance, making it clear he wasn't happy. He then proceeded to take his anger out on the door when he just suddenly slammed it closed hard, making even the bit of glass rattle.
"How did you..." Christian started to question as Jericho quickly dragged him away from the building.
"We'll chat later, just get in the car." Jericho replied bluntly.
Both of them glanced back a little and saw Matt giving them a death glare through the glass part of the door. He soon turned away and started to check on his baby brother, who was now obviously injured and in pain...
Wew, looks like Christian had a lucky break that time. And finally found out some answers but what next?...