Chapter 5- The curse worms through.

"Let me get this straight, Kane's a vampire. Batista's a werewolf… and… what the hell happened to you in the past few hours!" questioned Triple H. The WWE took over the bottom of the hotel it was a meeting of the locker room that only got worst as the morning continued on. Taker's skin had turned oddly hard with a gloss to it, not to mention the lumps on his head have since become horns. "I swear Deadman, you're turning into that thinking demon on your arm"

"Damn that bitch," muttered Taker. "It's the curse! Question is, every bit of me is turning demonic, but the part that the necklace that I am wearing, it's still my normal skin!"

The news was about to get worst. Kane was reading up on the paper and the accident he read that occurred just the other day. When looking over the article, he looked to the Deadman. Kane recalled the woman's smell on his body, and that scent had blown in the breeze last night. But the smell was entrenched in blood. "Deadman, did the woman say she is the only one who could remove the curse?" Kane asked.

"Yeah… why?"

Kane showed him the newspaper. On the cover it displayed a picture of a woman… who threw herself off a bridge. "Oh shit" he muttered. "That was her!"

"Wait, what does that mean? Are we cured? If the caster is gone…" asked Batista.

"Dave, do Taker and I LOOK cured to you?" demanded Kane. Batista fell silent. "What the hell do we do now? I can't live off of other people's blood!"

"Wait… you're really drinking it!?" demanded Randy Orton.

Kane opened the paper and threw it at him. The article was about the four people Kane fed from the night before. "Shit… you killed three of them…"

"WHAT!" Tearing the paper out from Orton's hand, Kane read through the article and found Orton was right, the three men who tried to rape the woman was dead. Yet the woman was in serious condition. "Shit!"

"Ok, settle down… we can get through this, we got to find us a gypsy" Triple H announced. "Did that sound as weird to you as it did to me?"

"At the moment, I don't care if it's a fairy princess! We got to get this undone or else more of you are going to change. I'm a demon damn it!" Taker snapped back.

Edge however looked to be thinking. "That pendent… is Wiccan right?"

"So?"

"Would a Wiccan work? You said you got friends that are Wiccans right?" Questioned Edge.

Taker did, yet didn't know if they were well prepared in the craft. At the moment he had nothing to lose and everything to gain. Taker began to make some calls to friends and asked for their help. But the moment he gave them details as to what was going on, they laughed at him and claimed it was impossible. Yet when Taker began to yell at them and state how serious he was, they stopped laughing. If anything, they were terrified and hung up the phone. "They either don't believe me or they are too scared to do anything. I cannot go out in public like this and Kane can't go into the sun. What the hell do we do?"

"Well we can at least tend to Batista. I got an idea." Announced Orton as he went to his bag and pulled out a chain necklace. Dave flinched to the sight of it and grew very uncomfortable.

"Batista, settle down it's only silver!" Orton called. Just as Randy was about to put it around his neck, did the necklace slip out of his hands. The room paused as they stared to Randy. He looked just as confused as they were as he reached out and tried to pick up the chain. But his hands… went through the floor. "What the fuck!" shouted Orton.

Taker approached Orton. His hand went right through the young superstar! "What's going on?" muttered Triple H as he watched his hand also pass through Randy. "It's like he's a ghost!"

Looking down at his arm, Taker saw his tattoo of 'another lost soul' was gone, just as the thinking demon vanished. Orton became a ghost.

Looking at the Deadman's arm Hunter realized that some of them were turning into his tattoos. As some were dealt with something more deadly. "She said those close to me would suffer the most… Kane's one of my best friends…"

"So she turned me into a blood sucking bastard huh? Shit man, but we got to beat it, there has to be a way. Let's find a gypsy person or a Wiccan… WHOEVER." An ill look came over Kane. "I'm getting hungry again," he whispered.

Everyone knew there was little time, Triple H announced for them to leave Kane with him and Orton to stick around. Everyone else had to go out and see if they can find anyone who could help them. "Take anyone with an open mind, and for the love of God, hurry" Hunter begged.

Everyone went their separate ways, however Stephanie stopped the Undertaker before he went out to join the others. "I think you need a woman's touch to cover your bright red skin Deadman," she said.

Much to the reluctance of the Deadman, he agreed.