A/N: My god, I'm so happy to read the responses from Sonib89 and Inspiredbydoubt. You don't know how much it means to me, as well those who favourited or follow the story, a bunch of thank you to you guys for it truly makes me happy seeing that just at the start of my story people are enjoying it thus far.

And with that being said here is chapter 2. Pretty lengthy if I should admit myself. Please don't forget to review me your thoughts on the chapters for they are greatly appreciated. I don't own anything that corresponds with the WWE.

Chapter 2: The Enemy, A Big Bad Wolf.

And to think the possibilities of finding peace and tranquility while going around with Seth was actually going to exist – when in reality here in the tour bus lies a rather disappointed Vivienne whom stared at the three boys chatter in their circle. Meanwhile she was laying on the couch, trying to read a book, something she doesn't normally do. Even with headphones plugged in and her iPod on shuffle, she could still listen to their barbaric nonsense. It only made her blood boil. Its Monday and they are heading towards Philly to prepare Raw.

Although it's simply been just a day with the titled stable known as The Shield – she has favourites, and of course, an enemy. Seth, of course an automatic favourite seeing as it's her brother, Roman another favourite as though he doesn't speak much to Vivienne as he does with Dean or Seth – he tends to be a chilled guy. However, Dean Ambrose is the devil himself with the pitchfork that pokes her non-stop. Obviously; he's the enemy, the opposing force which disrupts all possibilities of finding inner peace while being on tour.

Vivienne snapped her headphones off her ears seeing as they didn't suffice in any sort of way and then tossed her book to the side. Suddenly, the driver of the bus took a stop. "Vivienne, thank god you finally took off your headphones, and at good time too!" Seth beamed as he walked towards her direction with his hands behind his head. Vivienne, with little care looked at her brother wondering what the hell could he ever mean by good time too.

"And what exactly is that supposed to mean..?"

"Driver had to make stop to pump some gas into the truck, so me and Roman here are going in the station and grab some grub for us to enjoy before arriving to the arena. You want anything?" See, now these are things I like to hear.

A grin formed on the lips of Vivienne as she only nodded her head, praising any force out there that she's finally going to get some junk food. Seeing because these guys try their best to eat as healthy as possible to remain fit – the bus has nothing she can really dig her fingers in.

"Yeah, I think you still have an idea of what I like so surprise me." Roman stood next to Seth whom only gave her a slight nod.

"Alright then, we'll be back, and just try not getting reckless you two." Roman stated as he patted Seth's shoulder, signaling they should go. Vivienne sat up and turned her head to see Ambrose staring at her with that smug look on his face. And already he's up to no good is he?

Ambrose stood up from his seat and plopped himself on the couch next to Vivienne which caused her to simply, and disapprovingly moaned. "You're probably thanking Satan himself for every second you get to bother me don't you?"

"I have no time to give praises Princess. I'm just glad we've finally gotten some time for ourselves. We haven't spoken since last night. I think I grew to miss you and your uptight attitude."

"Ambrose, you see, this is the damn reason I can't get along with you. You can't even get my damn name right."

"Oh, since when are we enemies," Dean, cheeky as ever slouched on the seat, his lips parted as though the statement said by Vivienne hurt his feelings. "I'm hurt Princess, and here I thought we had something going on. Could've been the bests of friends, what do you think?" At saying that, Dean hooked his arms with those of Vivienne's. Vivienne tried her best to pry his grip away from her, however, muscular he is, and all attempts were in vain.

His touch sparked against her skin. Her spine sprawled with goosebumps, however inwardly she felt flustered, and almost warm. It was a paradoxical feeling, sensational, but contradictory. "Come on, let go of me!"

Dean laughed, that laugh of his that always felt belittling, mocking, and heeded a warning. However, his grip against her arm only got tighter and Vivienne began to squirm. "Don't tell me it hurts now?" Sadistic, but teasing.

Vivienne sucked her teeth as she didn't stop herself from trying to pull away from Ambrose. "No such thing as pain Ambrose, I feed off it." Ambrose at only hearing her response stuck his tongue out, and licked the bottom of his lip as he broke away the grip, not failing to give her a wink. Ambrose felt his insides tingle with excitement, as here it was, that crude, organic, true Vivienne. A sadist, and a masochist. The dynamic was ardent, forceful, intense. "You don't know how that makes me feel.. Princess." His voice low, and husky found its way through her ears. And knew those words will remain in her mind, for a long time. Taunting, and in circles like ring around the rosey.

Vivienne shoved Ambrose off the couch as he was standing up. He only began to laugh, as right there and then Seth and Roman came back in the room. Vivienne folded her arms, and doing so only remembered the feeling of Ambrose's skin against her own. Disgusting. She couldn't even tell if she was trying to convince herself so.

Seth dropped the bags, along with Roman onto the small table in front of the couch as then Seth handed Vivienne two bottles of Samuel Adams, a large bag of nacho cheese Doritos, and a bar of Hershey's Cookies and Cream. Vivienne squealed, like a child almost as her brother sat next to her. She placed her head onto his shoulder. "You know me so well."

Dean only looked at Seth and Vivienne, but mainly at Vivienne. The way she beams at being with Seth, and how her smiles never seemed force like they do when interacting with others. She shows her perfect pearly whites, and her laugh doesn't even sound acrimonious.

All he can do was grin, for though other behaviours that she displays all depend on a simple guise. However, that's why he bothers her, that's why he finds pleasure getting irritated, pleasure in her distaste. She was a time bomb, she's a problem, and that's her in the raw. The true, visceral Vivienne.

Dean walked towards his bunk bed where he plopped himself and closed his eyes and fell asleep even with the bickering of Seth, Vivienne and Roman.

Alone. Vivienne recalled hours ago being in a bus full of three idiots who couldn't shut up for a mild second, and now she found herself in The Shield's locker room, alone. Although almost shocking how in a matter of a day, she's felt as though she's been trapped in for so long, surrounded by the same people, and she's not bored. However, the urge to go back home, to go back and be herself, without restrictions still taunts her. It's the apple in her so called garden one would said.

She didn't even pay attention to the Raw event. Instead, she just shook her head, as she stood up from her chair and walked out of the locker room and was backstage. The crew bustling as ever, however few superstars around. People whom she know their names, but have no idea of her own. But have some sort of idea, seeing as its no denying that she's related to Rollins, however she's just a very feminine version of her brother. As they are only a year apart, they look like twins.

Noticed by whom she least wanted to be noticed, the Show-Off Dolph Ziggler approached her, curiosity obvious through his eyes. "I don't suppose you work around here now do you?" Ziggler asked as he folded his arms, walking by side Vivienne whom rolled her eyes.

"What gave that away?" Ziggler laughed, already knowing what he was about to deal with.

"And you wouldn't happen to be related to Rollin's now would you?" Vivienne glanced towards Dolph as she chuckled herself. Being asked obvious questions, with stupid answers happened to be one of her greatest pet peeves.

"Not at all Ziggler." Her sarcasm perceptible, however that only fed his interest in the female. Vivienne halted as so did Dolph. Come on, stop being such an ass, and try being social for once. Vivienne, biting her tongue would extend her hand towards Dolph. "Vivienne." Atta girl, you got this. She mentally tried her best to convince herself.

"Nick, but you can call me by stage name if you want to as well."

"Great, I actually really like Dolph way more," And she wasn't even lying. Though she enjoys Dolph much as a performer, she dreaded the idea of ever meeting him for she never knew how he was going to be. But so far, he didn't seem like such a pain in the ass.

"Great match at TLC by the way, it was amazing seeing Brooklyn cheering for you more than Cena." Good job Vivienne, you can do this. Once again she wasn't lying. Dolph smiled, as he rubbed the back of his head. "I was pretty surprised, if I do say so myself. Didn't know how to react." And here was a more humble side of Dolph, whom on television appears to be nothing more than self-absorbed asshole if anything.

But who's Vivienne to judge?

By now both are sitting down by the snack machine. "So I'm assuming you're the girl that was granted permission to hang around with us for a while. Hunter actually came backstage today and told staff and those of the roster that you'll be around. Rollins and Reigns spoke kindly about you, Ambrose didn't say a thing." Tch, figures.

"Me and him don't exactly get along." Vivienne confessed. Dolph, who was sitting next to Vivienne on the loveseat backstage lightly tapped her lap. "He's not exactly an in the norms kind of guy anyways. Don't worry about it; I'm sure you'll fit in just fine." Reassurance. Something she's not accustomed hearing from someone else unless it's her brother, or someone trying to convince her some sort of drug is alright to use.

"You know, all you Superstars are sure as hell deceiving. You kind of come off like an asshole on television, and here you are, probably one of the few people I'll probably tolerate."

"Well isn't that a relief, here I thought you'll probably chew my head off."

"Is that the kind things Reigns and my brother spoke of?" Ziggler laughed, and Vivienne followed.

This isn't a guise? Right?

Who am I lying to?

I can't be honest, even to myself.

"Kind of bummed out you didn't pay attention to Raw today Vivienne. Me, Ambrose and your brother kicked ass, you know until Ryback showed up and all. Even Ric Flair got a hit. Along with Team Hell No..." Reigns voice wandered off. He was the only one awake with Vivienne. Ambrose and her brother Seth were fast asleep in their beds. Insomniac nights making their visits to Vivienne. The tour bus was in movement, ready to head to the next destination for the live Smackdown. Though The Shield won't be making an appearance, Superstars are still required to show up in case of last minute changes.

"I'm sorry Roman, I was actually trying to socialize for once in my damn life, and I think I did an okay job." Roman's eyes piqued up in interest. In the bunk beds, Ambrose laid wide awake, hands behind his head, and though the voices of Vivienne were far, he can still clearly hear much of what they spoke of.

"Really now? With someone from the roster?"

"Yeah, Ziggler isn't so bad of a guy like he comes off to be on television. Gotta say I was surprised." Vivienne felt some sort of happiness speaking to Reigns at the moment, especially since he's willing to spare some words with her.

"I mean, its normal seeing as a lot of us come out to be a certain way on television and we are the complete opposite. Take us for example. The feared Shield, ya know? And I'll like to think I'm a pretty nice guy, right?" Vivienne laughed as she only nodded her head, she folded her legs that were propped up against the wall of the tour bus window. Her toes did circular motions against the glass.

"I mean you and my brother yeah, but sheesh Ambrose even off the script is the same guy."

"Cut him some slack Vivienne, I'm sure you'll get use to him in no time."

"I don't like the guy, at all. My gut churns at the thought of him."

"Pretty harsh words don't you think?"

"I personally don't give a shit, its facts." Ambrose, slightly shuffled his position on the bed, as he propped his knees up. His eyes closed, intently listening. His stomach dropped, however, silently he chuckled.

"Since day one you guys always go at it. It was weird that tonight you didn't speak a word to one another."

"Bless whatever is out there. A break ya know?" Roman stretched, and emitted a yawn. "I think I'll be heading to bunk now, good night Vivienne. You should catch some sleep."

"Night Roman."

With Roman heading into the bunk bed area. Vivienne, with much luck kept her beer in the cooler by side the couch. Extending her arm, much to her laziness, and stretching her body she grabbed the bottle and with pure strength squeezed the cap off.

She pressed the bottle against her lips. Closing her eyes knowing that this chug could only serve as the solution to make her fall asleep.

"You just don't love yourself one bit, do you Vivienne?" She asked herself outloud.

Not at all.

She took a swig of the bottle.

Ambrose only heard the clangs of bottle in the night, and that's what kept him awake. Along with the almost muted sobs. Vivienne, who didn't eat well today, felt herself slightly woozy from what went being two bottles of Sam Adams, to making a six-pack by stealing from her brother's selection. She stared down at her hands, slightly soaked in her sweat and tears, she wiped her nose with the sleeve of her hoodie.

"You should stop that bullshit crying Princess." Vivienne, didn't respond, the voice sounded almost distant, faded, and the only reason she could make out who it was is because of the word Princess and the certain husk to his voice. However it was almost as though those words were needed. As her eyes slowly closed, she managed to take note of him. She couldn't respond, instead her vision went black, fell asleep.

Ambrose, stared down at the mess before him with rather austere look upon his face as he only took the covers that were on the floor and spread them onto her frame. With ease and carefulness to not wake up Vivienne, he tucked her in. Vivienne groaned in her sleep, slighttly budging her frame. Dean stepped back; he pushed back his brown locks, for the first time in his life feeling stuck as to what he can do. Instead, he sat on the seat across from the sofa.

Vivienne, the most vulnerable she's ever looked and thats her being drunk, and asleep. He stared at her resting figure for a mild second, before he slouched in his seat, and closed his eyes. Falling asleep as well. For no bottles kept him up, nor did the sobs.

"Well would you look at that, you guys aren't even needed today for Smackdown." Vivienne pointed at the three whom through text message received their notification stating that they won't be performing. Wasn't much of a surprise at all seeing as they normally appear on Raw to begin with.

Seth only rubbed the back of his head, whereas Roman shrugged his shoulders. Dean on the other hand went back into his hotel room. The three were in the hallways of the Marriott Hotel wondering what are they going to do next. "I mean, we can watch Smackdown?" Seth suggested, however Roman and Vivienne with synchronization shook their heads.

However, Vivienne began to stretch as she felt her stomach rumble. "Bro, lets go get something to eat, I'm starving." Seth only chuckled as Roman only shooed the two of them away and he entered his room. Rollins shook his head. "Thinking about it now, I deserve a break after what happened not only Sunday night, but last night as well. My head has been killing me ever since I banged it up against that table."

"It was a pretty nasty fall. They can't stop replaying it over and over on television. Kind of hurts to watch."

"Awh Viv, you care!" Seth wrapped his arms around his sister's shoulder as he then nudge her by the side with his elbows. Vivienne shrugged his arms off her and pushed him off, slightly laughing. "Please, don't get carried away now." Joking of course – she's always cared for Seth – even if she greatly distanced herself from him. And even when he got signed for the WWE, that just took him away all the more. It was easier catching his matches for Ring of Honor, but around the time he was signed to WWE – so began her path towards self-destruction.

"I'll come by your room around the night time. Me I'm going to wander around and see whats up here."

"Maybe you'll bump into Ziggler. Heard you met him yesterday."

"Surprisingly a really cool guy."

"Its what everyone says when they meet him off the screen, its pretty funny. Anyways, I'll see you around Vivienne, don't forget what you said, come visit me. And bring me some food too." And with that Rollin's went into his room. Vivienne stared at the empty hallways of the fourth floor in the hotel.

Emptiness.

An inevitable factor, within herself, and passage, or so Vivienne perceives it such way.

Ambrose found himself without a single thing to do, and on a normal basis he'll go off and do what he does best – bother one of his team mates but today they seemed to be in their own zone, and he lacked much urge to actually do something.

However, the stomach was calling, and so he found himself in the lunchroom of the hotel. Surprisingly decent. His ears perked at hearing familiar voices within the vicinity. His eyes scoped the area, and took note of whom it was. Princess, and Dolph Ziggler.

Ambrose without much of his own control sucked his teeth at the sight, as he continued onto his way. Ziggler took note of Dean whom walked right by the table in which him and Vivienne sat. Vivienne, stared at the back of his head, which was covered by a hoodie. If she had heat ray vision, she could have bore a gap in his skull.

"How weird was that, didn't even say a thing." Dolph shrugged his shoulders as he took hold of one of Vivienne's French fries. Vivienne took some of Dolph's chicken strips. "Who cares. Good thing he didn't " Dolph had nothing to say in those regards, for even in that mild second of Ambrose passing right by Vivienne and their table, he felt this slight taut between the two.

"I don't know why we bought food today, we should have just gotten one big plate for both of us." He changed the topic.

Vivienne whom spaced out, only managed to catch the last three words Ziggler said. Instead she only laughed, and nodded her head. "Yeah, you're right." A basic response to almost everything.

Ambrose on the other hand sat on a table by himself. And all he can do was glance at Ziggler and Vivienne. He couldn't tell for a second if she was being herself or not. It's as though some part of her is there, but the biggest part isn't.

He budged his food with his fork, as the longing to eat completely diminished. He sat there, trying to analyze the woman he titled Princess. And all he could recall was what Rollins told both him and Reigns. She's not easy to deal with, she doesn't socialize much, she's closed in to herself, almost misanthropic I would say. Not honest to anything, not even to herself.

Dean didn't take those words of Seth serious. Seth thought he knew her, and he probably does. But, not the Vivienne that he can pry out. Not the hornet he can pry out of the nest. And that was what drives him to her, for he wants to face the consequences.

Once more he took a glance towards their direction, and both Vivienne and Dolph were preparing to leave. However, he took note of Vivienne's eyes. Their normally lush pine color, dull, and disinterested. Vivienne glanced to Dean, whom only licked the bottom of his lip and gave her a wink.

I'm going to be stuck with these guys for a good while, aren't I?

I'm going to be stuck with him.

The enemy who feeds off me.

The big bad wolf.