Part 4:

"Taker is one of us?" Christian asked his mistress while Edge, ever the obedient one fed from the few drops of blood the mistress had allowed to trickle from her pinky finger.
"Yes, a very old soul."
"Older than you?"
"No one is older than me puppy. I am mother to the one who made the one who made you… etc, etc…"
"You are Delilah? The first one? Who took Samson's threat by cutting his hair?"
"The one and only. Did you not educate them in their history?" Delilah asked Gangrel.
"I cannot tell them what I do not know Mistress."
"Do not know? You do not know where you come from?"
"Not really."
"I see. Well, I will educate you my children."

As you know, I am responsible for cutting Samson's hair and robbing him of strength. After that, my lover, a Philistine, took me away and along the way, we met a Roman general. I left my Philistine lover for him and followed him to Rome. He gave me a house, complete with servants and expected me to be at his beck and call. I was bored to tears until I walked into my servants' quarters one night close to midnight. It seems all of them shared an appreciation for a god of blood from their native village of Eastern Europe. Part of their ritual had them pouring some of their blood into a golden chalice and drinking it. I came upon that ritual and I was appalled, naturally. But as disgusted as I was, I was also fascinated by the whole thing and forced my personal servant, a pretty girl named Milena, to tell me the truth.
Being my servant, she was frightened and spilled her guts soon enough. That very night, I attended the ritual. The gardener, their priest of sorts, became my spiritual mentor. And it was him who told me of the prophecy of the rebirth of their god. One would drink the blood from a live human body and gain from it the strength of godhood. This myth fascinated me. And when I was told that the blood drinker was often thought to be a woman, I resolved to be that woman. Don't get me wrong, I didn't believe in their religion or in their god of blood but I wanted its god-like power. However, I had to learn everything about that god. So I learned.
For over a year, I prepared myself. And finally, I was ready. So one night when the moon shone bright, I had my servant pluck a pretty young girl off the streets of Rome and they brought her to me. She was a slave, a servant in a house I had been to before. She was truly beautiful. But her beauty wasn't what interested me on that night. That night, I was after the sweet nectar that ran through her veins. She had to be restrained and gagged through the ritual, through my preparation. The child was scared. And understandably so, I suppose. She had been plucked off the street and she had no idea what we would do to her. She was afraid of death. She didn't understand that her sacrifice would help me thwart death forever.
The girl, whose name I later found out was Anne, was tied to a table and stripped. She was thoroughly washed, from head to toe, and scented. My servants then proceeded to spill some of their blood on her. Once that was done, it was my turn. I too was stripped, bathed and scented. I was then placed in front of the table upon which lay my sacrificial lamb. She had stopped squirming by then and was crying, imploring me with her pretty blue eyes. And I almost gave in, freed her. But the power that was nearly at hand… its pull was too strong. So I made my way along her body, licking every drop of blood that had been left for me.
My goal was her neck… where the blood flows to the heart… my lust for blood had been honed by drinking the blood of my servants. However, drinking it from a chalice… the blood quickly became cold and coagulated, lost its flavor and what I then surmised to be its power. Drinking it from a human would be an unforgettable experience. Finally, I was lying on top of her, my legs spreading hers, my breasts pressed into her firm ones, her frightened, watery eyes begging me still. I smiled down at her and I gently brushed the hair from her forehead.
"Don't cry my sweet. Be proud, you are going to give birth to a god… no, to a goddess."
As soon as I told her those comforting words, Milena took a long ceremonial dagger, sharpened specially for this occasion and plunged it into my back, going right to my heart. I felt the life ebbing out of me as I looked into my future victim's eyes. Her mouth was open in a soundless scream as she realized that I had been murdered by my servants. In that moment, when I plummeted toward death, I hungered for her life's blood like I never had before because I knew it would save me… that only that blood could save me. Behind me, my servants chanted, helping me maintain a tenuous grip on the life that could completely escape me. Finally, I gathered what little strength I had left and I made my move.
I pushed her head to the side and I sunk my teeth into her soft flesh. Her skin didn't break so I took the knife offered by my gardener and pierced her skin where the vein was. She jerked powerfully, almost knocking me off her. But I held on and I began to drink. At the first sip, I felt something… I felt my new life and I knew I wouldn't stop until I couldn't drink from her anymore. According to the ritual, I was to drink all the blood from her body. And I did my duty. I didn't even realize she had died until I was done drinking. I was weak and heavy with her life's blood. My servants carried me to my bed and I slept til dusk.
Milena woke me as the sun was setting and I felt pulled to the sight of the sun lighting the sky, turning it into what I perceived to be a sea of blood. When one of the sun's final rays touched my skin, it smoked and turned into a tiny flame that Milena was quick to tap out as she pulled me from the window. The way she looked at me, I will never forget. Where there had been reluctant obedience, there was now complete, total and utter devotion.
"Mistress," she uttered before falling to her knees in front of me, face to the floor.
I turn from her and to my floor-length looking glass. I loosen the holds on my tunic and look at my body. The change I have undergone is clear. My stomach, which had grown round with food, had now become firm and flat. My legs, heavy from lack of walking, were now lithe. My hair, flat and lifeless from curling irons, now bounced and almost crackled with vitality. As for my eyes… they had grown bored with my boring life and my boring lover. They now shone with a new life and purpose.
"Gather the others," I said. "But before you do, lay out my black tunic… I believe it is appropriate for the occasion."
"Yes Mistress."
And off she went. I spent a good long time admiring my body before covering it up. And that was not by choice. The body of the goddess I had become was not meant for the eyes of those not worthy of seeing it.
"We await you, Delilah, Goddess of the Blood."
I left my room and found my entire household kneeling in front of me, waiting for my orders. I smiled.
"I must feed," I said simply.
"We are here to serve you," my gardener served, tilting his head and offering me his neck.
"As tempting as that is, I will tell you no. You all are useful to me. You share my secret. Go out, find me others."
"How many Mistress?"
"As many as you can find. Tonight, I must feed as much as possible."
And they brought me food… so much food. Many women, whores, prostitutes… a few children who tasted so sweet… and then they gave me men. The first few men they brought were transvestites, their faces covered with powder and make up to make them resemble women. Those weren't anything special. But then, they gave me a centurion. Once he saw me, he tried to boss me around, to order me to let him go. Killing him, taking his life's blood while he knew he was dominated by a woman? That was enjoyable. Then, there were the other… younger men… older… handsome… married… from good families… artists… soldiers… slaves… to see their ego deflated as they died by the hand of a puny woman? It was delicious.
But what's more, my body changed to fit my need to feed. My teeth grew into fangs when the hunger was upon me. Piercing my food's neck when I hungered for their life's blood no longer required the use of a knife. A playful kiss on a neck soon turned into a bite that would deprive them of the spark of life. My strength also grew. A hand placed on the neck of a resistant prey stopped their nervous twitching, no matter how big they were. I could also levitate at will… fly like an eagle and I enjoyed that power. Nothing more than a thought and I floated. It was very pleasurable.
It took me a few years to realize that those I fed on could also become like me. The first was a senator's youngest son, a man who'd come to my house with my lover. He'd be open about his desire to have me and one night, I allowed him to spend the night in my bed, not intending to do anything but to make love to him. But I got hungry during the night and I fed on him in my sleep. But I didn't drain his blood. He slept the day away in my guest room and when dusk came, I heard his screams. Milena and I made it to his room in time to see his arm go up in flames. We closed the curtains and I understood what I had done to him. When I muttered explanations, he left hurriedly and I watched him burn to a crisp on my front door step.
From that moment on, I started being extremely careful but then my lover died and…

“Delilah!”
The voice of her mate at the door made Delilah smile while Grel and the boys came to their feet, forming a protective wall around her.
“Yes?”
“Let me in!”
“I don’t believe the door is locked.”
Taker opened the door and looked at the three blondes protecting their mistress.
“Begone!” he growled.
With a nod from their mistress, they went and Delilah looked up at the only man she could ever love.

Part 5:

"You cannot stay here."
"Stay where?"
"Here in the WWF."
"Why not?"
"You were lucky tonight… Vince wasn't there. But he isn't going to let you run roughshod over him."
"You think I can't handle one puny mortal?"
"I wish I could say Vince was a puny mortal. I have tried to control him but it's just not meant to be."
"Not meant to be? He is one of mine then?"
"No… he is a full-blooded human and yet…"
"Yet what?"
"His mind is impervious to our suggestions. Both Kane and I had tried, without success."
"Kane? Your brother? The sentimental fool lives?"
"He wants to kill you."
"Over his wife and child? Will the man never learn?"
"I told him why you had to do what you did."
"You shouldn't have. I don't explain myself. I just do what needs to be done."
"He needed the explanation," Taker insisted.
"You are too soft with him."
"He is my brother."
"He is a grown man. And I am Delilah, mother of all vampires, his brother's mate. He should trust me without question."
"I apologize for him."
"You shouldn't have to. Enough talk of your brother and his demented wife. What do you want?"
"You."
"I offered myself to you earlier and you turned me down."
"I will not mindlessly devote myself to you Delilah. It is not who I am."
"When have I ever asked for mindless devotion Markus? From you no less?"
"Well, I've seen you with others you've made and…"
"From you Markus? Have I ever asked for mindless devotion from you? Yes or no!"
"No damn it!"
"Then what is your problem?"
"I will not drink from your wrist Delilah, like a puppy that's displeased you. I'll drink from your neck, as an equal."
"But you are not my equal. You seem to forget that."
Taker glared at Delilah and turned on her, heading for the door. His hand was on the handle when he turned around to look at her.
"I can't forget it."
"But can you accept it?"
"…"
"Markus, you have known who and what I was from the beginning. Why is it so difficult for you to accept that now?"
"Because here, I am the man, the strongest one, the icon, undefeated. If word were to get out that I bow to a woman…"
"You care about your silly reputation in the mortals' world?"
"Stupidly enough, I do."
"Then, I will strike a deal with you."
"A deal?"
"Yes. I have learned the precious art of compromise through the ages. I will let you maintain your image of power… however, do not mess with me and the boys. As for us, we will rejoin tonight, behind closed doors."
"A shrewd negotiator."
"Thank you. Now…"
Delilah rolled up her sleeve and presented her wrist. Quickly, Markus was on his knees beside her, taking the token he had previously refused.
Vince McMahon rewound the tape over and over and watched Kane drive the woman into the mat. Then, he watched her as she sat up and he saw it, that smile. The smile that said she had enjoyed the violence. The smile that said she wanted more of it.
"She is here Master," he spoke into the phone. "As you predicted."
"Good. Entertain her illusions of grandeur and of power. I am on my way to you."
"Yes Master."
The man on the other end of the line put down the phone and steepled his fingers on the oak desk. Delilah's end was close. He knew it. He could feel it. How? Because he was going to kill the mother of all vampires.

Part 6:

After a satisfying night spent in the arms of her mate, Delilah rose and threw open the curtains, letting the sun caress her naked body. On the bed Edge and Christian had prepared for them the previous night, Markus stirred, immediately shading his eyes from the harsh light of the sun.
"Delilah," he roared, "get away from the…"
"Sunlight? Oh my love… I have conquered sunlight."
"What?"
"An adorable warlock I enslaved many centuries ago," she explained, "he helped me reconquer the day."
"But how?"
"It's the simple matter of a spell. All those I have made since are able to walk the days as easily as the night."
"Do you realize what that means Delilah? That the whole world could be made of us, of our kind…"
"A humbling thought, is it not?" she asked, closing the curtains.
"Quite. Is that what you want?"
"World domination? No… to quote the humans, I am nothing more than the perfect hedonist my love. I live for the perfect sensation. I want to feel good…about everything… I want what I want when I want it, no more, no less. Power is good and exhilarating, but in small doses."
"You have grown wise since I first met you."
"What did you expect, for me to remain impulsive and immature for the rest of my eternal life?"
"Something like that…"
"That hurts… but it speaks volume about the one you chose to mate with."
"Hurtful my love."

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!!!

"Who dares to…"
At the same time, Markus and Delilah used their telepathic powers and came to the similar conclusion about who was at the door. But where he was annoyed at the younger man's gall, she was eager to see him again. Levitating, Delilah made it to the door first and threw it open, shocking Hunter into silence as she offered him a view of her naked body.
"Well, it's not like you didn't look when I walked out of his dressing room yesterday," she chuckled.
"Huh… I…"
"What do you want?" the similarly naked Taker bellowed at the dumbfounded blonde man gaping at his lover.
"I wanted to speak to Delilah."
"Well, come in," she smiled. "Let's talk."
"What did you want to talk about?"
"Oh darling… there is nothing for you to be rude with Hunter… that is your name, isn't it?"
"Yes, that's his name Delilah… as if you didn't know."
Taking Hunter's hand, Delilah led him to the couch, sitting very close to him, her nostrils flaring as she took in his hauntingly masculine scent.
"My nakedness makes you uncomfortable," she told Hunter with a smile. "Markus?"
"What?" he barked.
"A robe."
Angrily, Mark grabbed a robe from the bathroom door and threw it to Delilah who merely draped it over her naked form.
"Better?"
"Huh, sure…"
"Now what was it that you wanted to see me about?"
"I… huh… about last night…"
"I am sorry you were unable to have your match with Markus for the no. 1 contender spot. It was unfortunate, but it was necessary. You do understand that, don't you?"
"Yes… I understand it."
"Next time, I'll be sure to consult with you first."
"I would like that."
"Good. Now will there be anything else?"
"No."
"Then you may leave."
Seemingly unmindful of the rudeness of Delilah's dismissal, Hunter got up and left the room while Markus glared down at his mate.
"You seem interested in that mortal."
"Mother Nature was very generous to him."
"Another mortal? Won't Shane be enough for you?"
"Surely you jest. Shane? That adorable puppy? No… I can handle him with my eyes closed… Hunter's another matter entirely."
"Both men are married Delilah."
"As are you," she said, eyeing the band of gold on his fourth finger.
"That's different."
"How, pray tell?"
"I was mated to you long before I married Sara."
"Why did you marry this Sara Markus?"
"Because I was bored and it seemed like a good idea at the time."
"Does she know what you are? Have you turned her?"
"She knows what I am and it excites her. But I will not turn her. Ever."
"Mortals… oh well… my business with Shane and Hunter is different."
"Winning them over to your cause will fail to impress Vince."
"Get out of my mind Markus darling."
"I thought I would always be welcome in your mind my sweet."
"Not when you're making yourself a nuisance."
Markus growled and Delilah watched as his fangs protruded from his mouth. She smiled at him. She pushed herself up on the bed and crooked her finger at him.
"You do not know why I am here. You do not know what I intend to do here. Just let me do what I must."
"Delilah…"
"I know more than you do Markus… much more…"

Part 7:

“Delilah… Delilah what?” Stephanie asked her brother.
“I don’t know.”
“Her last name doesn’t matter,” Hunter said. “She’s here, the fans love her, and we keep her on board.”
“What the hell is the matter with you? You left to go ream her out and now you’re like Shane.”
At that moment, Shane and Hunter exchanged a look of pure hatred. In that moment, they knew they were both competing for Delilah’s attentions and neither would lose without putting up a valiant fight.
“Listen, you’re just reacting like a woman fearing competition. Delilah’s not in your league. She won’t ever replace you.”
“Excuse me? What the hell are you talking about now?”
“I’m just saying… you don’t have to fear Delilah.”
“What makes you think I fear that exhibitionist whore?”
“Delilah is not a whore!” Shane shouted, moving to his feet.
“What makes you think she’s a whore?” Hunter asked his wife, his tone calm in comparison to his brother-in-law.
“Excuse me but was I the only person to see her walk out of Taker’s dressing room without a stitch of clothing on?”
“So?”
“So? God, have the two of you completely lost your minds? You’ve both gone Delilah-gaga!”
“Well,” Vince said, walking into the small office, “if my son and my son-in-law have gone Delilah-gaga, I think I should at least meet this woman.”
“Dad,” Steph said, rising to peck her father’s cheek, “we weren’t expecting you…”
“Learn now dear girl, always expect me. Now, who, or what, is Delilah?”
“What is right Dad. She just walked into the backstage area last night and…”
While Steph trashed Delilah to her father, her brother and husband exchanged a look of worry. Today, they were strangely aware of a new dimension of Vince’s aura. It had been easy to laugh at him during his genetic jackhammer days but suddenly, they saw that his power was an aphrodisiac to women. For both men, it was a shocking and disturbing moment as it came to them that Vince could not only enter the race to Delilah’s attentions and win. In that moment, they both swore an allegiance to each other against Vince.
“Well son,” Vince asked his son, “what’s your excuse?”
“My excuse? Delilah, you mean?”
“Yes Shane, Dad means Delilah.”
Vince almost whistled appreciatively when he saw the unadulterated anger in his son’s eyes. Dense as she occasionally was, Stephanie would never know how close she’d come to being backhanded across the small office and even more intriguing was how Shane’s cold anger had been mirrored in Hunter’s eyes. If Vince’s gut was right, and it often was, his son-in-law wouldn’t have budged if Shane had hit his wife.
“Well Daddy,” Shane said, mimicking his sister, “when you bought the WWWF from my grandfather, you made a leap of faith, right?”
“Oh God…”
“Well, I did the same thing last night. I took a leap of faith… and from the early ratings, it paid off.”
“Dad, he’s snowing you.”
“But I admire his guts for trying. All right Shane, we’ll see how far you can jump.”
“Daddy!!!”
“Shut up Stephanie! Even you have to realize that a woman as beautiful and intriguing as Delilah will draw interest.”
“But…”
“I have heard enough. Shane, you seem closest to her. Fetch her for me.”
“Actually,” Hunter said, “why don’t you and Shane go over your plans for Delilah and her New Brood while I go get her?”
“That sounds like a very good idea. Shane… what did you have in mind for your protégé?”
Angry at Hunter’s interference but stuck in a corner, Shane started explaining some of his ideas for Delilah and company, though he knew that no matter what, Delilah would do what Delilah wanted, regardless of anyone else’s opinion on the matter. He loved that about her.

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