CHAPTER 3

Mark stared out the window, his hands clasped behind his back, the room behind him dark except for when the lightening from the storm lit it up. Isis was out feeding, something she generally preferred to do alone. He hadn't wanted to let her go by herself but knew she was uncomfortable drinking from her prey with him watching. He could only hope she was safe.

Mark sighed deeply, drawing the curtains and retreating to the bedroom, hating the fact that they were staying in a hotel. The security was an issue for him but traveling was the only way they could keep with the company. He was banking on Glenn returning for Smackdown and wanted to be ready for him.

They could have always located another place to stay but neither he nor Isis were prepared to sleep in crypts or abandoned buildings, they were to used to their luxury of a nice bed to do that.

Mark settled on the couch, resting his head at one end and propping his feet on the other, closing his eyes. The other thing weighing on his mind right now was Jeff Hardy.

Jeff seemed to know more than he was willing to let on, that much was obvious. Then there was the canine thing bothering him. He and Isis had both clearly seen the fangs in Jeff's mouth, the only question were they very realistic fakes or the actual fangs?

If they were genuine, then Jeff was a vampire. That led to a whole slew of questions. Who had made Jeff? Did he know about Mark, Glenn and Isis? What were his intentions?

Mark groaned, rubbing his temples, feeling the beginning of a migraine coming on.

***

Isis stared down at the young woman before her, feeling a twinge of regret at feeding off her. She didn't know why, she had watched as this girl lured in unsuspecting men and murdered them just to rob them. When the woman stirred, moaning feebly and opening her eyes, Isis swooped down, finishing the job.

Her thirst sated for a few nights, Isis began walking back towards the hotel. She could have ran and been there in a few minutes or even taken a cab but she was enjoying the storm, enjoying the rain that poured down on her, washing the blood off her face and hands.

"Isis."

The whisper caught her off guard. Isis spun around, her eyes narrowing in on Jeff who was standing not more than two feet away from her, looking adorable with his hands in his pockets and completely soaked through.

Isis licked her lips nervously, actually he looked downright delicious.

Jeff hesitantly approached her, green eyes fastened on hers.

"What do you want?" She demanded. "No, better yet, who the hell are you?"

"I'm what you are." He said quietly. "A vampire."

Isis wasn't sure what to say.

Jeff extended his arm to her. "Let's go somewhere dry and talk, please?"

She hesitated, unsure whether or not to trust him, definitely not trusting her reactions towards him.

"Please… Isis?" Jeff took a step towards her.

Slowly Isis took his arm, allowing him to lead her out of the alley and onto the sidewalk.

Soon they were inside a café, sitting in a corner booth with plates of food before them.

"I miss eating." Jeff said wistfully, staring down at his blueberry pancakes. "The food smells delicious but if I even taste it I get sick."

Isis merely stared at him, half wondering what this was all about, the other half wondering if his lips tasted like blueberry pancakes. She shook her head, trying to clear those thoughts from her mind, focusing instead on Mark.

Jeff was studying her intently. "Isis, are you all right?"

"Hmm? Oh, yes, I'm fine. So what's this all about Jeff? Who made you?"

"Glenn." Jeff said quietly.

Isis frowned, not sure if she heard him correctly. "What? Did you say Glenn made you into a vampire?"

Jeff nodded, stabbing his pancakes viciously. "Yes, he showed up at a show a couple months ago when we were in New York. One second we were talking and the next thing I knew he was sucking on my neck." Jeff blushed. "It felt so… good Isis, do you know what I mean?"

She nodded.

"For at least an hour he'd drink from me, stop and let me get sorted then drink from me all over again." Jeff dropped his fork, the clink it made on the plate sounding unnaturally loud. "He left me in a locker room and left. Things started changing for me, my body started changing and I couldn't bear the light, I couldn't eat or drink." His voice grew lower and lower. "Then one night I was at home in Cameron, Matt had sent me home I got so sick, and someone tried breaking into the house. The guy made it as far as my bedroom and I just… I just attacked him, I ripped his throat out and fed on him."

The sorrow and regret in his voice made Isis take pity on him, she reached across the table to grab his hand, squeezing it gently.

"I haven't seen Glenn since until tonight," Jeff whispered. "He made me and left me to fend for myself."

Isis was already giving that some thought, she came a conclusion but decided to share it with Mark, maybe she was wrong. She tensed, the hairs on the back of her neck bristling when she smelled a familiar odor.

Jeff was sitting as far back as his seat would allow him, his eyes wide with apprehension and fear.

"How sweet, my son and my…" Glenn sat down besides Isis, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "My future wife."

Isis nearly choked on her own tongue.

"What?" Jeff managed.

"If she'll have me of course," Glenn amended, staring down at the still in shock Isis. "A single father needs a wife, don't you agree?"

"I'm not your son!"

Glenn's blue eyes turned black with anger, though his smile remained as charming as ever. "Jeff, you're my immortal child, I brought you into our world, gave birth to you if you will."

Isis frowned, pushing Glenn off her. "Without giving him a fair chance Glenn! You stole his life from his, the same way yours was taken from you." She took a breath, scowling when he tried to interrupt her. "And what's this about me being your wife?"

"I want you to marry me." He said bluntly.

"I think you need to get your damn head examined."

"Isis, think about it, we're both vampires. We'll live forever, why not together? Do you really want to be alone for eternity?"

"Incase you've forgotten Glenn, I'm with Mark."

Glenn stood up, placing both hands on the table and bending down so his face was inches from hers. "Not for long angel," He kissed her lips. "Not for long."

***

Mark frowned when Isis practically dived into the hotel room, Jeff right behind her. "What's going on?" He demanded, getting off the couch.

Isis stared at him for a moment, looking completely out of it before shaking her head. "We just ran into Glenn, that son bitch is nuttier than my Grams was."

Jeff nodded, slinging rain water everywhere. "He's freaking psycho man!"

"What is he doing here?" Mark gestured at Jeff, though otherwise ignoring the young man.

"He's a vampire Mark!" Isis exclaimed. "Glenn turned him!"

Mark stood there in stunned silence. The vampire part didn't really surprise him. Though he knew it shouldn't have, what knocked him for the proverbial loop was the fact that Glenn was the one to make him.

"And that ain't all," Isis continued, beginning to pace, rubbing her face agitatedly. "That arrogant, demented bastard wants me to marry him!"

"WHAT?"

Jeff cowered as Mark rose to his full height, eyes flashing dangerously, fangs sliding out.

"Calm down darlin'," Isis soothed, looking over at him. "You're scaring the kid."

"He wants you to marry him? I'm going to rip his heart out with my own bare hands." Mark growled, pulling her to him protectively.

Isis nestled her face against his bare chest, her hand right where his heart should have been beating. "We need to figure out what's going on in that head of his, not worrying about something that ain't gonna happen."

He nodded, closing his eyes, calming himself. Finally he looked at Jeff. "You can stop pissing yourself now."

"I haven't had to piss in quite some time now thanks." Jeff replied sarcastically.

"Welcome to the club little man."

Isis led Mark back to the couch, sitting besides him and pulling his arm around her. "My guess is Glenn was just tryin' to see if he could make another one."

"So why'd he'd pick me?" Jeff asked, dropping onto the carpet in front of them, one leg propped up, resting his chin on his knee and toying with a blue lock of hair.

"You got me there." Isis admitted. "Maybe you were the first person he saw and… I dunno."

"Why this marriage kick? What all did he say?" Mark stared back and forth between the two.

Jeff and Isis recounted every detail of their meeting with Glenn, right down to his body language and facial expressions, both aware that Mark knew him better than most.

"I don't know what's up with him," Mark admitted finally. "The only thing we can do it seems is wait and see what he does."

Isis groaned, hiding her face in his side. "That could be anytime, anywhere…"

Jeff stared at Mark, looking like he was trying to figure something out in his head. "What if… what if he makes more of us? Then what?"

Mark and Isis both looked at him, then at each other, eyes wide.

"Oh shit…"