Chapter 19: Finding Randy
Amanda's POV; a few hours later
"Honey, are you alright?"
I look up to see my mom walking over to me with a concerned expression on her face, and I couldn't blame her. I would be concerned too if my daughter's soul-mate was kidnapped by an old high school classmate who's held a grudge against him over a girl they dated over a decade ago. . . . Hell, I'm now questioning if Sheldon is even an actual human to begin with.
"I'm fine Mom," I say with a small shrug as I sat up in my seat. "I just wish that my birthday had a better ending, you know?"
"Oh . . . I see," she tells me with a nod of her head as she slides into the seat next to mine. "I wish your birthday had a better ending too, but sometimes these things happen and we just can't help it."
"Yeah . . . your soul mate gets kidnapped by a vengeful ex-classmate. How often does that happen?" I ask as I look around the room. Monica and I decided to end our party a little early due to the new circumstances. The party room was now reduced to an empty hall with Mom and me currently the only occupants, well . . . besides the guy that Ted rented his DJ equipment from, here to collect what was his.
"Hey . . . We'll find Randy. Your sister and your friends are out there searching for him as we speak. Don't worry. Everything will be okay." she tells me supportively as I feel her arm wrap around my shoulders.
"Hmm . . . I'm trying not to worry. Although, I would feel better if I was out there helping out in the search effort," I say with a shrug as I cross my arms. "But no; Dad, Bob, and practically all of my friends thought it would be a bad idea for me to go searching for Randy because I'm pregnant."
"I'm amazed you actually complied with their request," says Mom as she looks at me in slight shock. "You're not one for giving in so easily."
"I know . . . I guess they're scared about feeling Randy's wrath if he ever found out I went out searching for him in my current state. You know how protective he gets Mom. He'll get hysterical if I ever get myself into a dangerous situation." I say with a shake of my head.
"Even though he knows you're a fighter?" she asks me with a knowing look.
"Even though he knows I'm a fighter," I say with a smirk as I shake my head. "Where's dad anyway?"
"He went out to help in the search effort. I would actually be helping too, if it weren't for my very early morning shift at the hospital tomorrow," she tells me with a smirk s she lets out a small breath. "My shift starts at seven and it takes me a while to get there, as well as the fact that I'll probably get only a few hours of sleep tonight."
"Then you better not waste those precious hours . . ." I say with a shake of my head. "Go home and get some rest Mom. I'll be fine."
"Are you sure?" she asks me as she gets out of her seat. "Do you need any last minute help with anything?"
"No . . . All of my gifts, as well as Monica's, are packed away in the Hummer's trunk and I have everything with me. I'm good," I tell her as I too get up. "I'll be fine Mom. I promise."
"If you're leaving now, then at least let me follow you in my car," she tells me with a small smirk. "My house is on the way to your loft. I'll follow right behind you to make sure that nothing happens on my watch before I have to get home. Okay?"
"Alright . . ." I say with a smirk as I take out the keys to the Hummer from my purse. We walk out the room and out of the building before splitting off to our respective cars; the cool night air hitting our skin as we split up. Once I get to the Hummer, I open the door to get a whiff of Randy's scent right in my face, still present since the last time Randy was in here hours ago.
"Where in the world can you be Randy?" I mumble to myself as I get into the driver seat and close the door behind me. Once I get my seatbelt on and the key into the ignition, I turned on the vehicle and pulled out of the spot. With my mom right behind me in her Honda Civic, I drive out the lot, my birthday party now forgotten as we leave the event hall in our dust.
Normal POV; With Randy
"So . . . Randy, how do you feel?" asked Sheldon as he took a seat on the couch. The Viper could only look at him in absolute anger as he pulled out a throwing knife from the middle of his thigh, just one of many that Sheldon had used for target practice. Randy being that designated target.
"Oh . . . I feel pissed as hell . . ." grumbled the Viper as he dropped the bloody blade, right onto the sizeable pile at his feet. Sheldon had been throwing knives at the Viper for the past few hours now. Some hit the Viper. Some missed the Viper. And Sheldon purposely threw a few at Randy off target, just to rile the tall man up. All in all, Sheldon mostly hit Randy in the arms and legs. The few knives that hit Randy in his abdomen and chest merely dealt flesh wounds. ". . . Thanks for asking Sheldon."
"No problem Randy," said Sheldon as he chose to ignore the Viper's blatant sarcasm. He got out of his seat and walked behind the couch. He crouched down and stood back up with a large wooden box in hand. He put the box on the couch cushions before looking at it admirably, like it was his most prized possession. "Do you like what you see?"
"Do I like what I see?" asked Randy as he narrowed his eyes at him, his shirt sleeves slightly rolled up to reveal the tattoos underneath. "No, I don't like what I see. . . What the fuck is in the box?"
"Ah . . . you're curious?" said Sheldon as he patted the top of the box. "Haven't you heard of the phrase 'Curiosity killed the cat'?"
"What the fuck is in the box?" Randy asked again, this time in a slow, yet murderous tone. The blood spilled by the knife wounds to his chest gave him a deadly appearance, but Randy still couldn't do a thing about it due to the force field he was currently trapped in.
"Oh . . . since you asked nicely, I'll tell you," said Sheldon as he opened the box. Inside the box, were . . . well . . . . A whole lot more knives, but most of them were laced with different colored mixtures, all of them giving off a familiar smell to the WWE's Apex Predator.
"Vervain . . ." said Randy as he looked at the box slightly wide eyed.
"Yep . . . these aren't just ordinary throwing knives," explained Sheldon as he sat down next to the box. "These are my specially made vervain laced throwing knives. I have collected samples of different types of vervain over the years, just for this moment. And this is where things get interesting . . ."
"Interesting? Hah!" said Randy as he threw his head back. "We both know that you're just going to throw those blades at me, just like you did with the first batch."
"That's true . . . but there is a kicker, which is something you should be happy about," said Sheldon as he shook his head. "Most of the types of vervain on these blades are non-lethal. They'll hurt, but they won't kill, well . . . except for three of them."
"Three of them?" asked Randy as he slowly raised an eyebrow.
"Yep . . . three of these blades have been laced with very high concentrations of a vervain known to kill vampires if administered in very large doses," said Sheldon as he let out a small whistle. "Can you guess what it is? I'll give you a hint . . . The word can be found in the certain title of a very famous book: 'The blank Letter'. Got any ideas?"
Randy let out a small growl as he figured out what the vervain was. He knew what the full title of the book was; the missing word drifting through his mind as he pounded his fists against the force field's surface. He felt the effects of the vervain before . . . and he did not want to go through the Scarlett Vervain's effects again.
"Hmm . . . I see you're familiar with Scarlett Vervain," said Sheldon as he shook his head. "Then you know what it can do. You see . . . I don't remember which of these blades in this box has been laced with Scarlett Vervain, so I'm going to throw them all at you, one by one, to see which blades are non-lethal, and which blades are lethal. I'm going to take my time with it for sure, just because I know how you are a patient kind of guy man."
"Like hell you know . . ." said Randy as he let a sneer come across his face.
"Aw . . . don't think like that. We used to be classmates after all," said Sheldon as he picked up a knife. "I just wonder . . . Can you guess what I'm wondering?"
"Like hell would I know?" asked Randy as he turned his back to him. "But I guess you're going to tell me anyway."
"I'm wondering what Amanda is thinking of right now," said Sheldon as he twisted the blade in between his fingers. The Viper instantly turned around as soon as he heard his mate's name, a scowl deepening as he stared daggers right at Sheldon's skull. "Hmm . . . I see that got your attention huh?"
"If I ever hear you say her name again, I will make sure your death is slow and painful," said Randy, his husky voice filled with venom as he stared the man down. "You have absolutely no right to say her name, you hear me?"
"I only said that I was wondering what Amanda was thinking about right now. . . I never really thought that saying her name was a crime," said Sheldon as he got back onto his feet. He slowly walked up to the force field, practically getting nose to nose with the pissed off Viper. "As soon as I spoke her name, you got really angry. . . . Like over protective angry. . . . I get that she's pregnant and all, but damn you're protective nature turned on just like that . . . Hmm, that gives me an idea. My throwing skills could use an audience."
"An audience?" asked Randy as he looked at him suspiciously.
"Yeah . . ." said Sheldon as he took out a small green bottle from his pocket. "An audience. . ."
Sheldon suddenly walked back a few steps before throwing the bottle to the ground at his feet. Emerging from the bottle was a light blue cloud that completely covered Sheldon's body. Randy looked on in shock as the cloud dissipated, revealing that Sheldon had vanished into thin air.
"What is that bastard planning . . ?" mumbled Randy as he let his forehead touch the force field. Then, a look of realization dawned on him. ". . . Oh no. He wouldn't dare. . ."
With Amanda
"Yeah Mom . . . I'm pulling into my garage now," said the Anaconda as she drove into the warehouse. She parked the car right by her Camaro before cutting off the engine, her conversation with her mother still going on in full swing. "Yes . . . I'm home mom. I'm fine, and you don't need to worry about me. Yeah, love you too. I'll see you later then. . . Okay. Bye!"
Amanda ended the call from her end before unbuckling her seatbelt. As soon as she opened the door, she instantly closed it, the scent of Sheldon filling her nostrils as a look of shock came across her face.
"How . . .?" mumbled Amanda as she whispered to herself. She then tried to do a quick mind scan of the perimeter, but strangely enough, she came up with nothing. "How is this happening? I can smell him clear as day, but I can't sense his mind at all. How is he doing all this?"
Amanda stopped her questioning to take a well needed deep breath. Once she calmed herself down, she quickly scanned the garage through the Hummer's windows, seeing no trace of Sheldon at all. Amanda decided to call for backup, so she took back out her phone to see it suddenly dead, instantly shocking her again.
"What the hell . . .?" mumbled the Anaconda as she looked at her phone in shock. "It still had a 75% battery life when I left the event hall. How's it dead so soon? . . . I might as well get out of here. No chance am I staying here if Sheldon is."
Amanda refastened her seatbelt and put the key back into the ignition. She turned the key in order to turn the engine on, but it didn't work. The engine didn't make the slightest bit of noise . . . In other words, it was somehow dead.
"Crap . . . I'm obviously not going anywhere in this thing," mumbled the Anaconda as she got out of the vehicle after undoing her seatbelt. "So . . . where are you Sheldon? I know you're here!"
"Aw . . . how did you know it was me?" she heard Sheldon ask her from somewhere behind her. She turned to see him leaning against the wall, a small smirk plastered across his face as he looked at her. "By the way, happy birthday! I hope you liked my gift."
"The yearbook was nice . . . But let's move on to another issue, shall we?" asked the Anaconda him as I placed a hand on my hip. "Where is he Sheldon? Where the hell is Randy?"
"Aw . . . I knew you would go straight to the point," said Sheldon as he reached into his pocket. He took out two identical green bottles and threw one Amanda's way. She quickly caught it as it reached her and began to eye it warily as she let it lay in the palm of her hand. "All you have to do is drop it at your feet, and you'll be transported to your beloved Randal. It's completely safe for pregnant women, so you don't have to worry about your little fetus getting hurt . . . You know as well as I do that I am telling the truth. You're a vampire. You can hear my heartbeat. You know I'm not lying to you."
"That . . . that I do," grumbled the Anaconda as she juggled the bottle in her hands. She contemplated Sheldon's words before realizing that this was probably her best chance to get to Randy. She let out a deep breath before dropping it to the ground in front of her. A light blue cloud emerged from the bottle's remains and swirled around the Anaconda before fully enveloping her body. Sheldon did the same thing and was soon covered by a similar cloud, and soon enough, the two were gone and heading straight for Sheldon's home.
Back at Sheldon's loft
"He better not have done anything to hurt her . . ." grumbled the Viper as he began to pace around the force field he was in. "If he even touches her, I'm going to kill him . . . I'm going to totally kill him. "
The sounds of heels touching ground instantly got Randy's attention. He looked up to see two light blue clouds suddenly appearing before him. The two clouds quickly dissipated to reveal Amanda and Sheldon. Sheldon continued to look smug while Amanda looked a little dazed after going through a sudden round of wizard cloud teleportation.
"Amanda!" called Randy as he banged his fists against the field's surface in order to get her attention. Amanda blinked a few times to get her vision back into focus, her eyes going straight to Randy as soon as he called her name.
"Randy!" said Amanda as relief flooded her face. "Are you alright?"
"I'll be fine if I can get out of this force field I'm trapped in," said the Viper as he banged his fists against the surface. "Don't mind all the blood. The cuts have healed already, so I'm good for the most part."
"Well . . . not for long," said Sheldon as he shook his head. He then pointed to Amanda with a smirk on his face. "Sit."
Amanda's eyes widened as her body moved on her own, her legs going against her will as she walked over to the couch to take a seat. Randy could only look at Amanda in shock, him just as confused as his mate as Sheldon moved to stand in between the two.
"How . . . are you doing this?" Amanda asked him as she narrowed her eyes at him.
"A pre-meditated spell was all I needed . . ." said Sheldon as he let out a small chuckle. "I casted a spell on the box that held the yearbook I sent you and your sister. Whoever was the one to open the box would fall under my spell; giving me complete control of their bodies . . . I had a feeling you were the one to open the box, and who knew? My feeling was right. . . Now, all you have to do is sit and watch."
"Sit and watch . . ." said Amanda as she turned to the box right next to her, now noticing the vervain laced blades in the box.
"Yeah . . . just sit back and relax . . ." said Sheldon as he took out a knife from his pocket. "As I, the Great Wizard Sheldon, use the pitiful Viper as target practice."
"Target practice?" asked Amanda as she watched as Sheldon threw the knife, which Randy dodged fairly easily. "Wait a minute . . . you're a wizard?"
"Yeah . . . and I did one hell of a job from hiding it from the rest of you supernaturals," said Sheldon as he snapped his fingers. "Now . . . be a doll and hand me a few knives will ya?"
"No . . ." said Amanda, but her body didn't listen to her. She robotically grabbed a few knives from the box and gave them to Sheldon, who just nodded his head in gratitude as he took them from her.
"Be quiet . . ." said Sheldon with a smirk. His command instantly made Amanda's mouth shut. "And watch as I slowly torture your boyfriend till he's dead. Oh . . . and don't use your psychic powers. Those powers may interrupt my fun."
"Let her go Sheldon . . ." said Randy as he pounded his fists against the barrier. "She has nothing to do with this. It's just between you and me. She's just an innocent bystander."
"An innocent bystander who knows both of us fairly well," said Sheldon as he threw another knife, which Randy dodged again. "Therefore, in my eyes, a perfect witness to the culmination of my destruction of you."
"You need to get over this problem you have with me," said Randy as he continued to dodge the knives that Sheldon was throwing at him. "It's not healthy. . . . Trust me it's not. Holding grudges isn't good for a person. Seriously, have you seen my WWE career back in 09? It's a good example."
"SHUT UP AND TAKE THESE KNIVES LIKE A MAN!" yelled Sheldon as he began to throw knives two at a time. One ended up hitting Randy right in the torso, much to Amanda's displeasure. "SEE THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!"
"You are a prick! A FUCKING PRICK!" yelled Randy as he quickly took the knife out from his gut, just as another one got him in the shoulder. "Shit!"
"Don't worry . . . that wasn't one of the Scarlett Vervain laced ones, but I feel we're getting close to one," said Sheldon as he continued to throw knives at him, stopping when he saw that the only knife he held was one with a pitch black hilt. "Here's one."
Randy looked up in shock as he eyed the blade in Sheldon's hands, a few knives sticking out of him as stared at the laced knife wide eyed. He snuck a look at Amanda, who had her eyes closed, as if to block out the sight of her man being used as a dartboard.
"You better watch this Amanda . . . Your about to see your boy toy here take his last breath." said Sheldon as he readied his blade. He was about to throw it when he suddenly stopped, his body growing rigid as the knife dropped from his hands. "What the hell?"
"A. . . Amanda?" asked Randy as he turned to her shock. Amanda's eyes slowly opened to reveal her red eyes, surrounded by pitch black sclera as she slowly looked around the room. Sheldon could only watch her in shock as she slowly stood up, somehow breaking free from his spell. "Oh . . . this isn't good for you Sheldon."
"Oh really now?" asked Sheldon as he turned to the red eyed woman. "I'm not afraid of you Amanda. Do your worst."
"I thought you would never assssk," said Amanda as her voice took on a serpentine hiss, a sadistic smile coming across her face as she stepped a little closer to him. A shock of fear began to suddenly envelop Sheldon as he looked at that smile, and then suddenly, he found himself crashing into the walk, a large dent appearing right where he hit it. After watching Sheldon's body slump down to the ground, she turned her attention to Randy, who only looked at her in amazement. She used her foot to brush away some of the powder that circled Randy, thus nullifying the force field in the process. "Are you alright?"
"I'll be fine . . ." said Randy as he moved to remove the remaining knives sticking into his body, but Amanda's telekinetic powers beat him to it. Once the knives were out of him, he moved to take a step forward, but he instantly collapsed forward. Amanda managed to hold him steady as she slowly knelt with him down to the ground. "Looks like I'm not fine after all . . ."
"The mix of vervains in your system must be doing this . . ." said Amanda as her eyes and voice returned to normal. "It may be a while before you're fully back to normal."
"Eh . . . at least your fine, that's all that matter to me . . ." said Randy as he picked up a knife and threw it in a certain direction. Amanda followed the trajectory to see that the knife went into Sheldon's neck, a knife already in his hand as he slumped back down to the ground dead. ". . . See what I mean?"
"Yeah . . . I see what you mean," said Amanda as she helped him get back to his feet. "C'mon . . . let's get you cleaned up mister."
"Alright . . ." said Randy as Amanda began to lead them over to the bathroom. "But Amanda . . .?"
"Yeah Randy?" asked Amanda as she raised an eyebrow.
"I'm sorry about your birthday . . ." said Randy as he looked at her sheepishly. "I guess you didn't expect to celebrate your day by searching for me huh?"
"Don't worry about it . . ." said Amanda as she hiked one of his arms over her shoulder. "You being alive is enough for me. I love you Randy, so please try to not get yourself into life threatening situations okay?"
"I'll try . . ." said Randy as they walked out the living room and into a hallway. "But I make no promises."
Yay Sheldon's gone! Here's the next question. How in the world are those two going to get home?
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