hey guys
I know I'm new here, but I'm gonna try my luck with a little story.
I hope you enjoy it!
CHAPTER 1
It was Friday Night Smack Down in Madison Square Garden, New York. The arena was full of fans, all of them waiting for the main event of the evening: the Undertaker vs. Triple H in a no desqualification match.
In that huge bunch of people , almost all of them just typical Americans, some wearing their favorite superstar t-shirt, anyone could spot a particularly beautiful woman. She didn't look like a typical American at all; even more, she looked like she would be something more then just a human being. She had long, dark hair, extremely beautiful gray-blue eyes and full ,red lips. Her face was pale white and despite being very good looking, she wasn't one of that skinny girls. Her body was voluptuous, hidden by a long, black, velvet dress. And even if she looked very young, there was something about her which seemed so old and mysterious. She's been a fan for about four years and she finally got to a live event.
Finally the sound of the bells could be heard by the crowd, the lights turned off and the Undertaker appeared. The audience exploded and the match began. At some point , both HHH and Taker were outside the ring and they were fighting with everything they had;they even destroyed the commentator's table. At that point HHH hit Taker in the face with a chair and he started to bleed. Right in that instant the beautiful woman felt a rush all over her body like never before. She stood up and ran outside the arena faster than anyone could see her...
The match ended minutes later with HHH being tombstoned by Taker... the fans were all clapping and cheering as the Undertaker walk his way to the back stage.
Back in his locker room, Mark was waiting for a doctor to check on him, so he could go to the hotel and take a nap. Wile being examined by the doctor, Hunter showed up saying:
"Hey man. I'm sorry for that hit. I didn't mean it to be so hard."
"Don't worry! I'm ok ! We kinda get use to these things after a wile." And he started to laugh.
Hunter smiled back saying:
"Ok, if you're all right, I'm leaving, cause Steph's waiting for me."
"Sure. Go ahead! Don't let the lady wait for you!"
They both smiled and Hunter left. A few minutes after that the doctor finished the examination and told Mark:
"Just as you said,you're kinda use to this and so is your nose. Just take some good rest in the next few days, and next week you'll be brand new."
"Yes sir!" they shacked hands, Mark thanked the doctor as he walked out of the door.
Mark just changed his clothes and headed back to the hotel, deciding to follow the doctor's advice, because being a wrestler it's quite tiring.
Mean wile , Vernona < the beautiful woman from the arena> was standing on the hotel roof , waiting for Mark to arrive. She tried to find him, but it was quite hard to enter his head; it was so much easier with the other mortals... she had to find him by searching through the other WWE member's heads... By the time Mark arrived it started to rain, but she remained still on the roof, waiting for him to reach to his room. She could still feel the blood of her "dinner" ~ a homeless young man~ rushing through her veins and warming her up.
Finally Mark got in his room. She heard the sound of the key turning into the door lock and Mark picking up the phone to order something to eat. She felt a wild desire to be close to him and she decided that she could watch him from his balcony. " Alright, Mr. Callaway, I don't know what you did to me, but I'm certainly gonna find out!"
She spend the night watching him eating and then sleeping. She could hear the sound of his blood rushing through his veins, she could smell it and almost feel the salty, warm stream flooding her mouth. But it wasn't like the desire she felt for other mortal's blood. This was so different, it was so much more than just the blood itself. In that moment she wished she could talk to Darius, her immortal father. She sent him a message, by the power of her mind: "Darius, I need to talk to you! I need you! I'm in NY... just let me know if you're around."
The answer came within minutes: " Sure, "kido" ! We'll meet tomorrow night! Until then, stay out of troubles!"
Vernona sight with relief: Oh, thanks God! then she answered: "Thanks "old man"! You take care ,too!"
She remained on the balcony for the rest of the night, watching Mark sleep and listening to the rain sound.
By the time of sun rise, the rain stopped and she realized that soon she'll have to look for a place to keep her out of the day light.






