CHAPTER 5

Glenn watched the street from his perch on a building roof. He could see anyone entering or exiting the arena from it's main entrance as well as it's side doors. He crouched on a ledge, the wind whipping his curly hair back along with the black trench coat he wore.

He smiled, his eyes crinkling when he spotted three people walking towards the arena, trying to appear casual.

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"This is creepy." Jeff muttered, turning up the collar of his denim jacket as Mark led them around to one of the side doors.

"You'll be fine," Isis whispered. "There's three of us and only one of him, don't worry so much."

"Quiet." Mark snapped, opening the door and stepping inside.

The arena was pitch black, which didn't bother them since they could see just fine anyway. Mark led the way to where the ring had been the previous night, now nothing but a giant empty place amid the seats.

"Glenn?" He called out.

Isis shivered, wrapping her arms around herself. "Glenn, c'mon, this ain't funny anymore!"

"When was it meant to be funny?" came Glenn's voice.

"C'mon, just get out here where we can see you."

"If my lady requests…"

They looked up to see Glenn dropping from the rafters. He landed on his feet, not jarred at all from the long drop.

Mark stepped protectively in front of Isis, his stance threatening. "What's this all about?"

Glenn was staring at Jeff. "Nice to see you son."

"I'm not your son." Jeff said coldly.

Glenn smiled, unperturbed. "You see Mark, I've been doing some thinking over the past couple months, about us and our little predicament. You want to hide what we are, live like… I don't know, outcasts? That'd be the word, right sweetheart?" He glanced at Isis.

"I ain't your sweetheart."

"Anyway," Glenn waved her words aside. "Isis and I were both made by powerful vampires, Damia and Gabriel. You however, are just our offspring, if you catch my drift."

"What's your point?"

"My point is: Isis and I have been living by your rule, hunt here, don't hunt there and the like. Why? Because technically you're our elder and we're deferring to your 'wisdom.'" Glenn smirked, beginning to pace as he built up steam. "Really, Isis and I are the strong ones and you're out inferior. Instead of us listening to you, you should be listening to us. But of course, you're Mark Callaway! You don't listen to anybody but yourself."

Isis was frowning. "Glenn, this is all about who's in charge?"

"Not exactly though that's one of my peeves."

"Mind telling us what the hell you're wantin' then?"

"Of course, but how about a little dinner first? No point in all of us standing around here starving right? Unless of course," Glenn stopped his pacing to stare pointedly at Mark. "You crammed one of your delicious bottles of ice cold blood down both their throats."

Jeff cleared his throat, trying hard not to find that funny. He straightened up when Isis turned around fixing him with a deadly glare.

"I see." Glenn covered his mouth with his hand, making his politeness a mockery. "Jaden, darling, how about you come out here?"

The three turned to find a woman walking towards them, the expression on her face clearly saying she had no clue what was going on. She offered a small smile.

Glenn extended his hand to her. "This is Jaden." He said pleasantly. "Jaden, meet Mark 'the Undertaker' Callaway, Isis and Jeff Hardy."

Jaden nodded to them. "Hello." Her voice sounded very tiny.

"Don't do this man," Jeff said, finally speaking up. "She's an innocent."

"Do what?" Glenn asked, wrapping his arms around Jaden's waist, pulling her back against him. "We're just all going to have dinner, right darling?"

"Yeah, sure." Jaden said, staring at Jeff trying to figure out what was going on. She wiggled a bit. "Glenn, could you loosen your grip a bit please? You're kind of choking me."

He relaxed his hold on her, blue eyes turning to ice. "So… how about that meal?"

"Glenn, don't!" Mark shouted, taking a step closer.

"What the hell is going on?" Jaden demanded, trying to turn to face Glenn.

Glenn smirked at Mark before tearing into Jaden's throat, blood spurting everywhere.

Isis screamed as the poor woman struggled, crying and clawing at Glenn's hands, panicking as only mortals can when they know they're about to die.

Mark lunged for Glenn, shoving him away from Jaden.

Isis and Jeff hurried forward, catching Jaden before she hit the cement floor.

"Shit, oh shit!" Jeff exclaimed, pressing his hands against the still spurting wound. "What're we gonna do Isis?"

"I don't know!" Isis stared down at the young woman, feeling a great deal of pity. She knew Jaden hadn't asked for this, hadn't even known what was going on. "We can't just let her die." She said finally, aware that Mark and Glenn were battling only feet from them.

"We don't have the time to get her to a hospital!"

"I know that!" Isis yelled, her voice magnified by ten.

Jaden's eyes were searching their faces, the color rapidly draining from her face. "Help." She managed to choke out.

"Oh no, I can't do it." Isis said, recoiling. "Last one I made turned nutty, Jeff."

Jeff frowned. "I don't know if I can."

"Jaden," Isis carefully set her up into a reclining position, one hand behind her back for support. "You know we're vampires right?"

Jaden nodded weakly, her eyelids beginning to flutter.

"You can either die now or Jeff," Isis nodded to Jeff. "He can make you into a vampire like us. Do you want to die now?"

"No." Jaden mouthed.

Isis smiled tenderly, hiding the apprehension she felt. "All right."

Jeff licked his lips nervously, leaning down.

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Glenn laughed, leaping back to avoid a rake from Mark's sharp fingernails. "Face it old man, immortality didn't grant you the agility and speed of youth."

Mark gritted his teeth, lunging again. This time he caught Glenn by the throat, digging his nails in while he pulled his enemy close.

Glenn's surprise showed on his face. When he realized he was about to be seriously injured, possibly even killed, he did the only thing he could think of. He bit his tongue and spit a wad of blood right in Mark's eyes.

Mark let go, reeling back, a bit shocked that it stung. When he had cleared his eyes, he cautiously opened them, expecting more of the stinging sensation. Blinking a couple times, he looked around to find Glenn had disappeared. "Son of a bitch!"

Mark turned to make sure Isis and Jeff were all right, frowning when he seen them crouching over the woman Glenn had attacked. "Guys, if she's dead, we need to leave." He said quietly, understanding they were upset but at the same time thinking how they hadn't know her.

Isis looked up at him, her eyes widening innocently.

"Um… Mark…" Jeff coughed, straightening up. He quickly pulled a bandana out of his back pocket and wrapped it around his wrist.

Mark arched an eyebrow curiously, his mouth dropping when Jaden sat upright.

"Say hello to Jaden." Isis said nervously.

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