Title: Bride in the Brood
Rating: R for language and sexual situations
Summary: Stephanie is plunged into a world of anger, lust, danger and intrigue.


The vampire sat sullenly on the window sill. The dark night was spread silently before him. His pale fingers combed through his golden hair before it came to rest on the cold stone under him. His thoughts flew quickly through his head and he came to a final conclusion. He couldn't spend another night alone. The solitude was maddening. He needed a companion. Someone. His brother, demons help him, was a fledgling vampire who knew nothing of what suffering he would one day endure. Edge stood and smiled coldly. Yes, tomorrow was the day he'd been longing for. His hand slowly reached into his breast pocket and he withdrew a photograph, crinkled with age. She was the mirror image of his fallen bride, Tessa. And she would be all the more better. Edge's nails traced the face in the picture. There, staring back at him was the replica of his Tessa, Stephanie McMahon. Yes, he would claim the princess as his bride. Willing or no.

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Stephanie sunk into her leather chair. She drew her knees drew up to her face. Hunter did it again. She couldn't take anymore of it. Not another day of his fucking around on her. She rocked back and forth, the motion soothed her and she shut her eyes. When she opened them she gasped. Her eyes were connected with a man's. "Who are you…?" She said quietly. His hand, so cool, caressed the side of her face. Steph's eyes glazed and she looked into the icy depths of his eyes, in a trance. His voice rolled off his tongue like a fine silk. "I am called Edge. You will feel no more pain, my Stephanie." His dark cloak buried her in darkness as his mouth came to her neck. She was too stunned, too oblivious, to move. She felt a sharp prick in her neck. She gasped and moved her hand to Edge's face to push him away. It was of no use. He was determined and she was weak. Her hand stilled on his face as she slipped away. Her hands fingers tangled in her hair as she felt herself detach from her body. She wasn't coming back--not that Stephanie. And for a glimmer of a moment, she didn't want to.

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It was night when she woke. She stirred slowly in her bed. Her soft skin was immersed in the richness of fine satin. Stephanie stretched like a kitten and sat up. The sheet slipped off her and fell into a cool pool in her lap. The distinct and soothing sound of a violin filled her ears. Her head turned in the darkness and scanned the room. There, in the shadows of the candlelight, was the silhouette of a man. A gasp escaped Steph's lips and she pulled the wine colored satin coverlet over her naked body. The hauntingly lovely music of the violin stopped at a poignant note. The man stood and walked into the dancing illumination of the candlelight. His features were eerily accentuated as he sat on the foot of the bed. He put the violin beside Stephanie and looked at her for a quiet moment. With his head bent, he spoke soothingly. "He didn't say you were so beautiful…" The man said quietly. "Why are you so surprised." Steph jolted at the sound of another voice. This man sat quietly, in a rocking chair. He turned on a small lamp on a nightstand beside him and looked at Stephanie with blatant curiosity. Stephanie held the blanket tightly to her and spoke, her voice laced with fear. "Where in the hell am I? And what do you want with me." The man sitting on her bed laughed. "Hell!" He scoffed. "Rule number one. There is NO hell." Steph furrowed her brow in confusion and whipped her head to the other man. His jaw was set and he looked off into the distance. "We were fine--the trio. We didn't need her. Look at her." He waved his hands. "Ill need to discuss the extreme mistake Edge has brought upon us. She won't make it one month." Stephanie looked from one man to the other. "Make what?" Steph then suddenly grabbed her stomach in pain. It was a pain that she, herself, had never felt before. Her stomach felt as if it were screaming. But it was she, who was screaming. The man on the rocking chair laughed and laughed. While the other one sat and stared vacantly into space. Just then, Edge came in. He heard her screams while he sat in his room. He had a young woman by her hair when he came in. He sent a look of daggers to the man in the rocking chair as he tossed the woman in his hands into Stephanie's arms. Stephanie didn't know what she was supposed to do. Even after she bit the woman's neck and heard her weak pleas, she didn't know what she was doing. Blood trickled down her lips and down her chin. She held the girl greedily. Edge quickly moved to her and pulled her away from the girl by her hair. Steph stared with half fright half adoration as he spoke. "Never drink after they're dead. Their departing soul will try and take you with them." He slowly lapped up the blood left on her face with his tongue. The man sitting on the rocking chair snorted. "Is this why you wanted her? So you can play lollipops?" Steph pushed Edge away. Her fingers wiped the blood off her face. She looked at her shaky hand and then at the men in the room. "What have I done?" She whispered. The man in the chair smiled. "Ha! I sense dramatics…" Steph covered her mouth. "We…we have to get her to a hospital." Edge looked fleetingly at the woman at his feet. "Why? The only thing they could do is put her in the morgue." A small squeal escaped Steph's lips. "Im a murderer. I killed her. How did…" She paused. Her fingertips touched her teeth…her fangs. Her eyes widened. "What am I?" The man who had been sitting on the edge of the bed leaned down and pulled the woman's corpse into his lap. "Beautiful. Death is beautiful." He murmured. Steph's face contorted into disgust. "More like what are you all…?" The man in the chair stood and moved his face in front of hers. "Do you actually think you can deal with it?" He walked to the window and looked out it. Edge chuckled. "Of course she can. She's of my descent, is she not?" The man with the corpse stood and danced with the dead woman. "True, my brother. She is. As am I…" "And you both are of mine." The man at the window spat out. "I give you far too much freedom. To make your companions. To do what you will. Christian, put down the carrion. You're acting infantile." Christian frowned and let the woman fall from his grasp onto the floor with a sickening thud. Steph flinched. Edge ran his hands through her hair. "No worries, my darling. All will be well." Steph slapped him. "Get away from me." The man at the window chuckled. "Well, she certainly has Tessa's spunk…Leave us." Edge's head snapped up. "No." Christian was already leaving the room. The man at the window turned around and looked at Edge dead in the eye. "Do as I say. Or Ill have your head." Edge stood toe to toe with him. "You are my sire but you'll not take her away from me. Not again." The man tucked Edge's hair behind his ear. "Dear Edge. If I wanted her, don't you think Id have her already?" Edge turned his head away from him. He looked at Steph. "Ill be back…" Steph was shaking, staring at the body. "Take *that* with you." Edge grabbed the dead woman's arm and dragged her out. Steph watched until the door was closed. The man paced the room. He stopped suddenly and walked to the foot of Steph's bed. "I don't know who you are or where he found you…" He paused. "Is this my punishment?" He said quietly. He climbed on top of the bed and slowly crawled towards Stephanie until he was looming over. His eyes hardened. "Punishment or no…just so much as look at me the wrong way I wont hesitate to stake you through your cold heart. For I am Christopher of Jericho. And those who shall dare cross me will feel my wrath." Steph looked up at him in fear, clutching her blanket. She blinked and he was suddenly by the window again. He closed the drapes. "Keep these closed. Sunrise is soon. We don't want our newest addition to fry so soon." "Wh--What do you mean?" He moved towards the doors. "Vampires burst into flames when in contact with sunlight. Consider yourself warned." He said venomously. Then he was gone. Steph wept and curled into a ball. She would soon fall into a dreamless sleep.