Chapter 4- the morning comes.

The Undertaker woke the next day with a horrible feeling in his gut. Slowly, rising out of bed he went to the bathroom for a quick wash. He was too groggy at first to realize something was wrong, until the hot water splashed onto his face. He snapped out of the odd trance and noticed odd lumps on his head. Two of them just from the corner of his scalp had bumps, as his face looked red. "What the hell, the water wasn't that hot" he muttered.

Just then he heard a horrified scream coming from the room next to him. Kane always got his room next to Taker so they could talk when they wanted to as well as figure out the next day's events. Taker rushed out of the door and into the room of his friend where even he was horrified to the sight. The bed Kane slept in was covered in blood! "My God… KANE!" He screamed.

"I'm in the bathroom!" called his friend. Taker tried to get in yet couldn't the door was locked.

"What the hell man, I got to get you to a hospital! Who attacked you? Where are you hurt!?" Taker screamed through the door.

Just then Kane began to cry. "I'm not hurt!" he called. "Mark… I did something horrible"

This couldn't be happening. Taker knew that Kane was a gentle giant, what made him think he did something wrong… but the blood smothered in the bed did speak volumes. Something did occur in this room, and only he knew. "Glen…"

"Mark, close all the windows, make sure none of the sunlight can get in… please?"

Taker did as he asked, he closed off all the windows and blocked out the sunlight, and he gave the all clear to Kane to come out. He heard the door unlock and slowly open, Kane emerged from the bathroom, covered in blood from his chin to his torso. Taker stared at him wondering if it was all a joke, or… was it the curse the damn woman spoke of? "I… hurt people last night… four of them…" he whispered.

Kane went on to say that he heard a woman scream from below his hotel room, he leaped out of it and went to see for himself. Three men and a woman were in the shadows, the men were about to rape the poor woman when something snapped in him. "I took one… by the back of his neck… and… tore into his throat" Kane began to choke up as he couldn't stop himself. "I… drank their blood…"

"Shit" Taker hissed.

"What? Taker do you know what's going on? I nearly killed those people! Hell I drank blood from the woman they were attacking, I was no better than those perverted bastards!" Kane snapped.

It was then when Taker noticed the jagged fangs in the mouth of Kane, his eyes too altered in the darkness as his hand was burnt from the morning sun. That must have been what woke Kane from his slumber. The sunlight. Kane kept questioning the Undertaker as to what he knew, but recalled what he said yesterday about being cursed by a woman. "She really meant it… didn't she?" he whispered to him. "She really did curse you!"

"And those I care about" he whispered. "I got to see if the others are ok!"

Taker began rushing through the halls like a mad man. He banged on every door waking those inside of it. Triple H and Stephanie were fine but when he came to Batista's room, there was no answer. "Dave? DAVE!" he screamed.

Slowly the door opened as Dave Batista stared out at the Undertaker. His eyes were half open as he tried to keep himself awake. "What?" he asked groggily.

Peering past the big man, Taker saw the wood splints in the room as the bathroom door was nearly torn of it's hinges, it didn't help the fact that Batista answered the door naked!

Taker pushed past him as he looked over the room. The place was shambles as the beds had been torn to bits! Inside the bathroom, Taker saw a passed out MVP. Ripping the rest of the door off its hinges. Porter jumped and screamed as he begged Dave to stay back. "Porter it's me! What the hell happened?"

Porter looked to the Undertaker, as Dave began to awake, he questioned as to what happened to the room and why he was in the nude. "You turned into a fucking monster!" MVP announced. "You were trying to kill me!"

"What?" Batista asked. "What makes you think I did all of this!"

"You maybe a deep sleeper, but there was no way in hell you could have slept though this shit," Taker snapped at him. "God damn it"

Batista managed to get dressed before following Taker back to Kane's room. It wasn't a pretty sight to return to. Kane had wrenched the blood from the sheets and tried to drink it, everyone who came with Taker saw it and knew what was going on was no joke. "Take… what the hell is going ok?" Batista asked.

"It's a curse, and we got to find whoever casted it to remove it. If not… this is just the start of our troubles!"