Chapter 18: M.I.A.
Amanda's POV
"I still can't believe you ended up being the DJ for this party . . ." my sister says with a grin on her face as Ted continued to crank out the tunes. "I didn't even know you knew how to DJ Ted."
"Actually . . . I only started to DJ about a year ago . . ." says Ted with a grin as he adjusted the headphones hanging from his ears. "This is actually my first event as a DJ to tell you the truth. . . . So how am I doing anyway girls? You like the playlist so far?"
"You are doing absolutely fantastic!" exclaimed Monica as she outstretched her arms. "Keep this up and we'll have to hire you for every birthday."
"Alright, but for this birthday, I'm doing it for free," he tells us with a smirk as he looked at his laptop monitor. "You're paying me next time."
"Fine then . . ." said Monica with a chuckle as she crossed her arms. I decided to leave them to their playful banter and make my way over to my parents, who were talking with Bob and Elaine at their table right next to the buffet.
"Ah . . . there's one of the girls of the night now," says my mother with a smile as I leaned down to hug her. "How are you enjoying your party so far hon?"
"It's been great," I say with a smile as I hugged my dad. "I was actually impressed by how they kept it from me and my sister for so long though."
"You tend to get curious easily when you think something is off . . ." says my dad as he shook his head. ". . . Just like your mother."
"Yeah . . . I have to admit. I do tend to get suspicious on even the simplest of things . . ." says my mom in agreement as I greeted Bob and Elaine.
"So . . . has anything new been happening to you during the pregnancy so far?" asks Elaine as she shot me a knowing look. "Have you developed any new cravings or something?"
"Well . . . I have developed a craving for something . . ." I say with a shrug as I sat down in the last empty seat at the table. ". . . Your son's blood, to be exact."
"No way!" says Bob as he looks at me with a chuckle. "He's become you're blood bag now?"
"Well . . . technically yeah . . ." I say sheepishly, reluctant to admit it to my stunned looking parents. "Randy doesn't like it when you call him a walking blood bag though . . . just warning you now. Don't say that when you're around him."
"I guess some things really do run in the family . . ." says my dad as he lets out a small chuckle. "Like father, like son huh Bob?"
"You got that right . . ." says Bob as he lets out a chuckle of his own. "Who would have thought . . ? I never thought one of my own kids would have to go through the same thing I had to go through when Elaine was pregnant."
"Wait a minute . . . Elaine; you craved Bob's blood when you were pregnant?" I ask in slight shock as I turn to the female Orton.
"Yes, yes I did . . ." she tells me with a small smirk on her face. "I craved Bob's blood every time I was pregnant. When I was pregnant with Randy, I craved Bob's blood. When I was carrying Nate, I craved Bob's blood then too. And when I was carrying Becky, I still craved Bob's blood."
"Wow . . . Now that's what I call a trifecta . . ." I say with a smirk as I look up to see Alanna suddenly standing right by the entrance, as if she was waiting for someone to come into the room. "I wonder what Alanna is looking for out there by the exit?"
"She's probably waiting for her father . . ." suggests Bob as he shrugs his shoulders. "I saw him and John walk out the room just a few minutes ago."
"It could be that . . ." I say with a smirk as I get out of my seat. "You know what . . . I'll go ask her myself."
I quickly make my way past the buffet table and the dance floor before I get to Alanna, who remains completely unmoving from her spot by the entryway, her eyes glued to the hallway before us.
"Waiting for someone Alanna?" I ask with a small smirk as I tapped her on her shoulder. She looks at me with a small smile, a hint of worry in her eyes as she turned back around to face the hallway. "What's wrong? You seem worried Alanna."
"I have this bad feeling that dad's in trouble . . ." mumbles the little girl. "I feel like something bad just happened outside."
"Something bad . . . Randy in trouble . . ." I say in a whisper as I think her words over, a small pang of worry starting to get to me. "Alanna, how about we go outside and check on him?"
"That sounds like a good idea . . ." she tells me with a nod of her head. She quickly takes my hand as I walk forward and we both make our way outside to feel the sudden breeze coming in from the river. ". . . What do you smell Alanna?"
"I smell Dad's, Uncle John's, and Uncle Adam's scents," she tells me as we both take a sniff of the air. "I also smell a fourth scent around here, but I don't recognize it at all."
"Unfortunately . . . I do," I say as a small scowl came across my face. The fourth scent was definitely Sheldon's. He was here, and from how quiet it was out here, Sheldon must have worked quickly. "Change of plans Alanna: go to Monica and tell her that we caught the scent of a certain somebody out here. She'll know what to do after that."
"What about you?" she asks me as she looks around the area.
"I'm going to go find John and Adam . . ." I tell her as I let go of her hand. "Now go. I'll be fine."
"Alright . . ." she tells me as she quickly runs back into the building. I take a deep breath before descending the stairs, my eyes set on the place where all the scents were leading to, the parking lot. I quickly follow the scents all the way to Randy's car, my eyes widening when I see Edge and John sleeping peacefully while slumped next to Randy's vehicle.
"John!" I call out as I kneeled right next to him. I shake him as hard as I could without killing him, but he doesn't even budge. I try Edge next, this time slapping him in the face to get him to wake up, but he ends up being the same way as John. "How the hell did you guys get put to sleep like this?"
"What the hell happened to you two out here?" I mumble to myself as I notice the small needle poking out from John's neck. I let out a small groan before deciding to go a different route. If I couldn't get them to wake up the old fashioned way, then I would go the more mental route.
I place my hands on John's forehead to create a more in-depth connection between the two of us. Once I get inside his mind, I see that practically his whole mind has slowed down into a phase of slumber; one that was forced on rather than happening naturally.
"Yep . . . yep, you guys have been drugged," I mumble as I shake my head. "But it's nothing that I can't fix . . . You two will wake up as soon as you hear the snap of my fingers."
I snap my fingers as soon as I finish speaking. The crisp sound of the snap is like a bell for the two, both of them instantly waking up from their quick naps, their eyes quickly surveying the area before finally landing on me.
"Hey you two . . . had a good nap?" I ask as I get back up on my feet.
"It was an annoying one at that . . ." mumbled Edge as I helped him up to his feet. John got up by himself. "What happened?"
"You tell me . . ." I say as I place my hands on my hips. "I walk out here to find you two sleeping next to each other by the Hummer here while Randy's basically M.I.A."
"Wait . . . Randy's not around?" John asks me as he looks around the lot again. "No way . . . The man was here just a second ago . . . That Sheldon dude must have gotten to him while we were asleep."
"Who the fuck is Sheldon and where can I find him?" asks Edge as he suddenly cuts in, a pissed glare apparent on his face as he exchanged looks with the both of us. "It sounds like he's the guy behind all this shit that just went down and I want to pay him back for making me go to sleep."
"You and me both . . ." says John as he shakes his head. "To put it simply, Sheldon is this guy that has a vendetta against Randy over a girl both of them used to date years ago."
"Oh . . ." says Edge as he shakes his head. "I see where this is going . . . Don't worry, I've been there before. The WWE Universe ended up knowing about it after all . . . good times, good times."
"Hey 'Manda!"
We all turn around to see Monica, Wade, Sheamus, Cody, Lita, Nikki, and Randy's dad run over to us from the front of the building. All of them looked either confused or frantic, except for Monica and Wade, who looked all business considering they learned about Sheamus from earlier in the day.
"What the hell happened out here?" asks Bob as he raised an eyebrow at the rest of us.
"Monica, you didn't explain it to them yet?" I ask in slight shock as I turn to my sister.
"Hey . . . you're more connected to this story than I am," she tells me as she raises her hands in self-defense. "I figured I'd let you explain it."
"Explain what exactly?" mumbles Nikki as she turns to the rest of us. "What's going on out here you guys?"
"Well its' quiet simple really . . ." mumbles John as he shrugs his shoulders. "Edge, Randy, and I were all ambushed out here by Sheldon, a guy from Amanda's, Monica's, and Randy's combined past who has a big vendetta against our resident Viper. He managed to knock out Edge and I with a sleeping serum and while we were out, he must have kidnapped Randy or something."
"That would explain why we don't see Randy anywhere around here . . . and why his and that Sheldon guy's scent is drifting away from here . . . although I can barely smell anything besides the river water that's near us" mumbles Lita as she crosses her arms. "Are you two okay at least?"
"We'll be fine . . ." answers Edge as he cracks his knuckles. "But I would so like to repay that guy for the nap by returning him the favor."
"Alright, alright . . . we need to follow that scent. If we find Sheldon, we'll find Randy, so everyone . . . get to searching . . ." says Bob as he looks around the group. Everyone nods their heads before splitting up. Everyone with a heightened sense of smell began to follow Sheldon and Randy's faint scents out the lot, while everyone else began to look around the lot for any clues that could leads us to the two men. "Amanda?"
"Yeah Bob?" I say as the elder Orton gets my attention. "What is it?"
"That Sheldon guy John talked about . . . He wasn't talking about Shelley from your high school days was he?" he asks me with a disheartened look on his face.
"Yeah . . . he was . . ." I say with a shake of my head. "The Sheldon that took Randy is the same Shelley from high school."
"Why . . ." he asks me with a confused look on his face. "Why would Sheldon have such a grudge against Randy?"
"Let's just say a girl is the focus of this little vendetta Sheldon has," I say with a shake of my head. "The Orton charm the men in your family possess has finally come back to bite Randy in the butt."
"I guess you can say that . . ." says Bob as a small shake of his head as we notice John and Nikki waving at us from the middle of the lot. "It looks like John and the Bella twin have found something."
"I think so too . . ." I mumble for an answer as we walked over to the couple. "Did you two find something?"
"Yeah . . ." says John as he crouches down to the ground, pointing to a small pool of blood right by his shoe. "Can you tell whose blood this is?"
"I know that scent . . ." I mumble with a scowl on my face as I felt my fingers clench together into a fist. "It's Randy's . . . that blood is definitely Randy's."
"That Sheldon guy must be good if he was able to draw blood from the Viper . . ." mumbles Nikki as she looks around the area. "But . . . but isn't he just a human?"
"I don't know . . ." I say with a shake of my head. "Something tells me that Sheldon isn't the same Sheldon I used to know back in high school."
Normal POV; With Randy
"Aw . . . my aching head . . ." mumbled the Viper as he finally came to. He brought a hand to his temple as he looked around the room he was in, which looked like a fully furnished living room of a loft that didn't look like it was cleaned recently. "Where the hell am I?"
"Oh . . . you're awake?!" called Sheldon from his position from somewhere in the room. Randy turned around to see his old classmate right behind him with a smirk on his face. He lunged for him, but was pushed back by an invisible force that sent him crashing back first into the tile covered ground. "Oh . . . did you think that it was going to be that easy Randy?"
"What the hell did I run into?" grumbled the Viper as he slowly got back up to his feet. "What the fuck did you do?"
"I didn't do anything technically . . ." said Sheldon as he took a step forward. "You were the one that walked into the force field yourself."
"Force field?" Randy asked as he looked down at the ground. He narrowed his eyes at the gray powder surrounding his feet, following it until he realized that it formed a six foot wide circle around him. "And this gray powder is causing it?"
"Yep . . . this gray powder will prevent you from trying to escape, and the only way it can be stopped is if someone outside of the force field rubs away a part of it . . ." says Sheldon with a smirk. ". . . But I doubt anyone will be coming to your rescue anytime soon."
"We'll see about that . . ." mumbled Randy as he slowly placed his hands along the field's surface. "Where the hell are we?"
"You're at my loft . . ." Sheldon tell him as he outstretches his arms. "Do you like my abode? I know it doesn't look like it's been cleaned for a while, but I travel a lot and I don't have the time to really freshen things up around here."
"What the hell are you?" Randy suddenly asks his old classmate, cutting him out of his sudden reverie. "You're not a human . . . if you were a human, then you wouldn't have been able to shift to look like Amanda back in the parking lot."
"Nice trick huh?" asks Sheldon as he took a seat on a nearby couch. "It took me a while to perfect it, and by the way it fooled you, it definitely worked to my advantage."
"What the hell are you?" asked the Viper in his coldest voice as he glared daggers at Sheldon. "What supernatural species are you?"
"I'm a wizard . . . Plain and simple," answered Sheldon as he shrugged his shoulders. "The reason that you, Monica, or Amanda wasn't able to tell who I really was back when we were in high school was because of the spell my mother cast on me. She was worried that I would give away our family secret. So every morning before I went to school, or went out of the house for that matter, she would make me drink a potion that would render me to the status of a normal human, therefore avoiding detection from other people."
"And let me guess . . . when we reencountered each other back on Sunday at that charity event, you used that potion your mom used to give you in order to avoid detection again . . ." mumbled the Viper as he quickly figured that part out.
"Ding, that's the correct answer old friend," said Sheldon as he shook his head. "And you know, it took me a while to figure out that you were a vampire; junior year to be exact. All it took was for me to see a glimpse of your fangs while you were chatting with 'Manda by the gym bleachers, and I instantly knew you were a part of the bloodsucking species."
"So you know what I truly am . . ." mumbled Randy as he shook his head.
"Yeah . . . it took me a lot longer to figure out what the twins were though. Twin psychics, who would have thought huh?" asked Sheldon as he got back out of his seat. "Although, I am now leaning toward the fact that Amanda is actually a vampire considering how close you two are . . . so close that you're expecting a baby together. Congratulations!"
"I don't need any congratulations from you . . ." grumbled Randy as he basically bore a hole through Sheldon with his ice cold gaze.
"Oh . . . I see. You're mad that I tricked you by looking like Amanda back in that lot," said Sheldon as he walked over to his open kitchen. "All it took was one simple transformation spell to turn me from my handsome self into that hot woman you now call a baby mama. . . So, how'd you do it?"
"Do what?" asked Randy as he continued to stare with that cold gaze of his.
"How did you end up being Amanda's boyfriend hmm?" asked Sheldon as he took a beer out of his fridge. "Back when we were in high school, Amanda always dated the serious, mature types . . . not cocky, womanizing bastards like you. So . . . how'd you do it? How did you win her over?"
"People change Sheldon . . ." was al Randy said as he crossed his arms. "I just happened to change for the better."
"You may have changed for the better . . . but you weren't the perfect citizen when we were in high school," said Sheldon as he cracked his beer bottle open. "You would always get by with mediocre grades while chasing girls left and right. Did you even bother to sleep with any of them?"
"Not the human ones . . ." mumbled Randy as he shook his head. 'Besides, most of my relationships didn't get to Sheldon."
"Did it reach that stage when you were with Tiffany?" asked Sheldon as he narrowed his eyes at him.
"No . . . I broke up with her a while after that day we saw each other at her dorm room," said Randy as he let out a small groan. "She ended up cheating on me with another guy."
"Wow . . . I seriously find that hard to believe," said Sheldon as he returned to his seat. "You? The great Apex Predator of the WWE? One of the best looking guys on the WWE's roster can actually scare away women so much that they would cheat on him. That's a big load of bs if you ask me!"
"Well it happens alright?" asked Randy as he let out a gruff snort. "What the hell is this all truly about Sheldon?"
"Well . . . I'm basically tired," said Sheldon as he took a swig of his beer. "I'm tired of guys like you always living the good life. The wealth . . . the girls . . . the high status; I'm sick and tired of it."
"Oh . . . so you have jealousy issues . . ." said Randy as he raised an eyebrow. "Is that it?"
"Oh . . . I have jealousy issues alright. I'll admit it," said Sheldon as he shook his head. "But more to you than rich guys in general."
"Me? Why me?" asked Randy as he shrugged his shoulders.
"Well . . . let's go back to Tiffany for a minute shall we?" asked Sheldon as he raised an eyebrow. "It's true that me and her dated all throughout high school, but like any longtime couple, we had our ups and downs, and some of those downs were centered on you."
"Me?" asked Randy as he looked slightly confused.
"Yep . . . you," said Sheldon as he pointed to him. "Even though she was dating me, Tiffany had this huge crush on you! And she wasn't one to hide it when she could help it . . . It started out as a simple crush, but then it got worse and worse over the years. When we separated for college, I thought the separation would at least help her clear her head a bit . . . you know, help her forget about you. But then we saw each other in front of her dorm room that day and you told me that you were dating her now, I was I complete shock. . . . The separation between us didn't help her clear her head. It just brought her closer to you."
"You seemed fine with it . . ." said Randy as he shook his head.
"That was because I was hiding my emotions really well . . ." said Sheldon as he shook his head. "I didn't want you to see that I was pissed. That I was mad at you for stealing the person I loved."
"Dude . . . if she loved you, then she wouldn't have had that crush on me in the first place . . ." said Randy as he shook his head. 'Maybe she didn't love you as much as you loved her."
"OH SHUT UP!" yelled Sheldon as he pulled a throwing knife from out of his pocket. He threw it straight at Randy, taking the Viper slightly off-guard. Randy managed to move out the way just in time for it to miss his chest, the knife getting him in the arm instead. "Of course she loved me. But it was because of you that love weakened. . . Vampires are known to be highly beautiful in order to attract their prey, and Tiffany really fell into your pretty boy trap."
"Sheldon . . . you are delusional," said Randy as he pulled the blade from out of his arm. "You need help."
"No . . . I just need to release some pent up anger . . ." said Sheldon as he reached back into his pocket. Once he grabbed what was inside, he pulled them out to reveal them to Randy. He held six throwing knives in his hand, a small smirk coming across his face as he put his beer bottle down. "I dreamt of this day for a long time, and now it's becoming a reality."
"Great . . ." mumbled Randy as he dropped the bloody blade to the ground, the wound in his arm slowly healing itself. "I'm dealing with a delusional guy who can't get over his old love and wants to use me as target practice. Can this night get any better?"
Oh Randy . . . don't you know? It's probably just going to get a whole lot worse.
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