CHAPTER 2

Glenn was having the time of his life. Every time his opponents, the Acolytes charged him, he merely used the palms of his hands to push them back, always sending them into the ropes. The aroma of their frustration was heady, almost making him giddy.

Bradshaw and Farooq kept coming though, sweat beading on their bodies as they kept trying to somehow take him down.

Glenn just laughed, his voice causing both men to halt and cover their ears, pain clearly written on their faces.

He loved this.

***

"Mark! You're back!"

Mark and Isis halted as a young man with wild purple hair ran up to them, excitement shining in his eyes.

"Dude, Kane is here and he's like… totally kicking ass out in the ring," Jeff continued, hardly pausing to take a breath. "They've been in the ring for over twenty minutes, Vince is afraid to send someone out to break it up."

"I'll deal with him."

Jeff started to say something but was distracted. "Who's this?" He asked, reaching out for Isis' hand. "I'm…"

Mark grabbed Jeff by his shirt, raising him off the floor so they were eye level. "Don't even think about it." He cautioned in a deadly tone.

Jeff nodded meekly.

Mark set him back down, offering a disarming smile. "Now go on and let Vince know I'm here."

Isis waited until Jeff had disappeared before saying, "We really need to work on your people skills darlin'."

***

Glenn looked up when the arena went black, staring around before his eyes narrowed; spotting Mark and Isis at the top of the stage. He picked the Acolytes up, one in each hand, and bodily tossed them from the ring before returning to the center, motioning the two on the stage down.

Mark and Isis calmly walked down the ramp, both fighting back wincing when the lights flooded the arena once more.

Isis was tempted to take his hand but didn't want it to be perceived as a sign of weakness so instead she kept her stare calmly fixed on Glenn, hoping he didn't decide to take their presence as a threat.

Glenn just cocked his head, staring at them though under the mask he was grinning broadly.

Mark cautiously got into the ring; extending his hands palms up. "We're not here to fight Glenn." He said slowly.

Isis slipped through the ropes, standing between the two, forming a sort of odd triangle. "Glenn, what are ya doin'? You know this isn't for you anymore."

Glenn stared at her, stifling a laugh. "Why not Isis? Just because we're vampires?" He snorted. "That can be hid."

"Look at what you did tonight," Mark said patiently. "You made fools out of Bradshaw and Farooq, everyone is wondering what's going on with you."

"That's mortal worries, not mine."

"If they worry, they'll investigate, then it becomes our problem."

"C'mon Glenn, let's just go home and talk about all this." Isis reached for his hand.

Glenn stared down at her hand enveloped in his. He jerked Isis to him, trapping her against him, their bodies pressed snugly together.

Mark took a step forward, his face becoming more and more demonic with each surge of anger that built in him.

Isis stared up at Glenn. "What is it you want?" She asked finally, trying to humor him.

"Really Isis, as if you didn't know…"

***

Jeff watched from backstage, his eyes glued on the monitors. He was curious about the woman with Mark. Was she his sister, daughter, wife or girlfriend? Maybe she was just a friend who had tagged along to see the show.

He watched the drama in the ring unfold, spotting the look on Mark's face and recoiling instinctively, as if Mark could snatch him up through the monitor.

Something told him none of this was an act.

***

"I don't know Glenn, so how bout you tell me?"

"Don't play games with me Isis." Glenn cautioned, his eyes flashing angrily.

Mark stepped forward. "Glenn, let's talk about this off camera." He said through gritted teeth. When he seen Glenn stroke Isis' face he bit his lower lip so hard it bled.

"Let's talk about it now." Glenn grabbed his mask and ripped it away from his face.

The lights went out.

Screams erupted from the crowd, all wanting to get a glimpse of what lay behind the mask.

"Son of a bitch!" Glenn cursed.

Isis screamed when he sunk his fangs into her throat, trying to ignore the pleasure that rippled through her.

Mark was on him instantly, ripping Glenn away from Isis.

Isis dropped to the mat, fighting back the wave of disappointment that she felt.

"You need to learn how to share." Glenn snarled, his hands locked with Mark as they struggled against each other. "There's two of us and one of her, I think there's enough Isis to go around don't you?"

Mark growled, extending his own fangs under the cover of darkness.

"Here, I'm man enough to share," Glenn broke the hold and wrapped his arms around Mark, drawing him close and pressing his mouth against Mark's.

Mark repelled at having another man's tongue in his mouth, even if the taste of Isis' blood did drive him insane with lust.

Glenn moaned in Mark's mouth, swirling their tongues together, his eyes locked with Mark's.

Mark shoved Glenn back, breathing heavily, his vision beginning to tint crimson as rage began taking over his every fiber.

Glenn tossed his head back, laughing.

Isis grabbed Mark's arm when he went to lunge. "Not here!" She hissed, raising a hand to shield her eyes as the lights once more came on.

Mark nodded, looking over only to find Glenn gone.

***

"Dude, what was that all about?" Jeff demanded as soon as Isis and Mark reached the backstage area, apparently forgetting that not too long ago he had been dangling from Mark's grasp by his shirt.

Mark stared down at Jeff, still trying to control his anger.

Isis quirked an eyebrow, knowing how her significant other was feeling. "Just some story lines." She said quietly, staring at Jeff. "Nothin' to be too worried about, see Glenn come this way?"

"Nope." Jeff rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. "He just disappeared." His face grew serious. "If it was just story lines, then why'd he try taking off his mask?"

Isis shrugged, looking up at Mark for an answer.

Mark was studying Jeff intently. "You know who cut off the power when that happened?"

"Yeah," Jeff suddenly looked pleased with himself. "I did, last I knew, that wasn't supposed to happen. Besides, none of that looked scripted too me."

Isis couldn't help but chuckle, thinking Jeff was a lot smarter than she had originally gave him credit for.

Mark looked like he was contemplating something but apparently decided to shrug it off because all he said was: "Thanks."

Jeff winked. "No problem Dead Man." He smiled at Isis, stepping out of Mark's reach. "Pleasure meeting you sugar."

Mark started bristling.

Isis put her hands on his chest, stopping him from going after the brash young man. "Leave him be darlin', he's just a kid."

"He's your age." Mark stated coolly.

"So? Incase you've forgotten, he won't be forever."

Mark opened his mouth to reply but froze, staring down the hallway.

Isis turned around curiously, wondering why Jeff was standing at the very end of the hall, staring at them. She gasped when he grinned, the lights glinting off his very sharp teeth.