Author's Note: Again – I am sorry for the slow updates – well, I'll actually prefer to think that this chapter came up right away. Outlining in class actually makes it easier to then plot out the rest of the chapters so I'll be doing that with the hopes at least every two weeks I'll post a new chapter. That's the plan, it's not a guaranteed one – but hopefully I will pull through with it. I'm well aware that beforehand I was going to introduce more characters from the WWE Universe into the story but this will be the chapter at the least that you will get some interaction of Vivienne and a new character that comes to disturb the peace for Vivienne and Dean. Can you guess who?

But honestly, I wish to thank those that have stuck through this maddening journey of Dean and Vivienne alongside me. Who have continuously showed their support and most importantly continued to share their thoughts alongside me. Thank you to those new followers and favorites towards the story. But of course, a specific thank you to those whom reviewed: ThatGirl54, LeahMarie, Livin on the EDGE, the Forever Infinity, oz-angel1, xSamiliciousx, lovencrazy86 and the three guests reviews. I am trying to finish up this story soon, without rushing of course so I can actually proceed with my new story for Dean and another one regarding Dean/CM Punk.

Either way here is chapter 19. Please remember to review your thoughts for I do take them into deep consideration. Also I am planning from chapter twenty and on to have a beta – well a friend look over the chapters and make corrections for me – so things would be much more exciting from that point on.

Important: From here on out although the story is placed in 2014 – I will be using events from the present time. Simply because I want to keep on track with what is going on today – just location wise and all. Plus the corporate thing going on and the whole "What is best for business" is surely going to suit this story and what is to come. Also I've noticed I get a lot of views on my story but barely anyone comments on them, please review you guys. I love reading what you have to say, always keeps me going.

Disclaimer: I owe nothing that corresponds to the WWE. Except for Vivienne Soleil Lopez, my blossoming masterpiece.

Again, in order to understand what Dean is going through in this chapter - you're going to have to probably realize his condition prior to this chapter - since I specifically laid it out sporadically with his mental condition throughout the other chapters.

Chapter 19: Following the Buzzards

Manchester, England

Tuesday, November 12, 2014

Friday Night Smackdown Tapings

The experience within England has proven to be adventurous thus far. Although dealing with such intense forces like members of The Shield and the evident tensions growing within the group has made the trip rather strenuous - Vivienne tried her hardest not to pay mind. Ever since Monday Night Raw - things between Dean and Seth have proven to be much like last year. Undoubtedly Seth delivering the cold shoulder and Dean being what he is best... just Dean.

Though the presence of pretty much what is the future to this company caused the vibe within the room to be heavy – Vivienne folded her legs neatly onto of one another regardless of the knot slowly forming within her throat. Undoubtedly she felt some sort of intimidation for she knew that she had fucked up. They prepared her debut and she failed to deliver due to her emotional distress and the consequences that followed after.

"I don't understand how my father truly believed that having you in this damn company would do any good. Since your presence being backstage as of last year you've been nothing more than a distraction for the stable that was known as The Shield – and because of their incapability of functioning well together – we had to do what was best for business and break them apart." Stephanie disliked Vivienne – that was evident enough through the menacing gleam in her eyes.

Vivienne simply sucked her teeth and chuckled underneath her breath as she only adjusted her sitting position. She was unnerved and simply focused her eyes into those of Stephanie which simply gleamed with the utmost finest acidic level of hatred.

"I am still sitting here trying to process exactly how Creative and you, the authoritative figures decision to break apart the stable has some of my doing involved. Because, as I last re-call, it was your husband who thought it would do the company justice. 'What is best for business' to gladly quote." Vivienne's remarked caused the daughter of the CEO/owner of the company to simple suck her teeth and her husband to roll his eyes.

Vivienne only reached out towards the golden plate with her name engraved into it and straightened it - for it faced the mahogany table the opposite direction. She shook her head - causing some form of shame to wash over Stephanie - and rage to quiver within her all the more. Vivienne then and there realized that the relationship with the McMahon, and possibly even her husband isn't ever going to be a smooth sailing.

"What do you have to say for yourself Ms. Lopez? You were told simple things to at least debut last night and of course infamously enough you can spark all of social media with scandals and bullshit rumours. How about it? Can you actually do something right for once? There's no excuses nor tolerance for the inability of delivering unless you're strapped on a hospital bed dying from some maddening disease." This time it was Triple H to tackle her and a part of her flinched at hearing him raise his voice.

Vivienne only shifted in her seat. Shit he's really a part of this corporate bullshit now. She sighed, unsure how to actually even begin to explain herself so she simply shrugged her shoulders. "There's no excuse, no valid excuse at all. But here I can deliver to you both something that would be indeed as you say... for the best of business."

Both eyebrow's piqued in pure interest as the both couldn't begin to fathom what could she possible even bring to table. Then again, this is something that she's discussed with the members of The Shield as the four were on their way to England for the sake of touring.

"Use our lives - involve it on stage. Bring back The Shield, and this time we make the audience believe they're working for you, but in reality they are under my whim. We use the AJ situtation for the sake of television. I appear as though I am alongside Dolph - AJ and Dean in the ring - results in interference from Rollins and Reigns through all their matches - but the crowd doesn't have to know that. After we develop The Shield once more - I am gone from television as though I was randomly dropped to keep the audience going. But I'll keep my job as a physician. That's all I want to be, that's all I care about. I am not an entertainer - I am a helper. So here are my five cents to you."

Triple H eyed his wife with question - whereas Stephanie simple snapped out of her seat and simply wrapped her arms neatly across her chest.

"You think you can try and write this for us?"

Vivienne this time stood up proud from her seat and only extended her hand for the sake of pleasantries with the co-owners of the company.

"I'll slap it on your desk first thing tomorrow morning. For the meanwhile, please work once again on a new contract. I am of course not offering my prodigal skills for free." Stephanie gladly took in her hand and fiercely shook it. Slightly taken back, Vivienne regained her composure and held a firm grip for a mild second before she turned her back and walked right out of the office. She felt as though she was swimming in success.

But regardless of the fact that her ideas were taken seriously, and that things alas for a career within the WWE were looking up - Vivienne found her hand lightly placed onto her stomach as she felt as though something was to rupture right through her flesh.

As though something was biting from the inside trying to see the light of the outside world. Undoubtedly she was in slight pain - pain that she wasn't unfamiliar with. Something was to happen and the all the more worrisome thought is that she doesn't know what could it be.

Other than the wrecking ball within her life, and the disruptive force she's claimed for her own for the sake of calamity - Dean Ambrose. Vivienne shook her head - trying to pry all negative thoughts away from her mind for she knew all she would do is attract more negativity in a life she consider the majority shades of gray.

"What do you mean you can't do it anymore Jon? You can't just keep doing this back and forth shit with Vivienne." Dean didn't fully absorb the words that Roman spat his way - everything was blocked out by the incessant screech that managed to find itself once more. He didn't feel comfortable anymore and this time he found himself wanting to run away from it all. All that he's caused Vivienne throughout the span of their relationship is nothing more but pain.

He has a problem remembering the smile on her face or even the glare within her beautiful forest pairings she use to grace him with every day of their lives spent together thus far. He paced back and force as his clung onto his hair for dear life. Roman startled by the sudden behavioural notions of Dean whom seemed clearly distorted. He's dealt with it before, it was no surprise - what actually boggled him why this was happening.

He couldn't process anything as to why Dean would want to cut off Vivienne. He seemed real to himself being alongside her.

"Shit this was better when I was dealing with rats rather than being devoted to some fuckin' relationship where all I could remember is the fuckin' miserable expression on my girls face. I can't stand the fact that I am the reason she even looks like. Even if it was all part of AJ's fuckin' scheme the damage is done. I ain't shit. I'll be a damn liar if the temptation to not straight fuck April like she wants me to do so isn't strong."

He was losing it. It felt like the times that it wasn't him when he was detoxing. As though he was stuck in a delirium and this time he truly felt he had no way out regardless of Vivienne. He sucked his teeth unsure as to what he should do. Roman's mouth gaped open, unsure as to what he should even do.

"Come on Jon stop your shit dude. You're back, you're going to go somewhere from here. Vivienne I am sure already pitched the idea to the higher ups seeing as they are having a meeting today. Most likely because she fluked on her debut... The Shield will be back. Us three will work together again. Better than before because the forces that were driving us apart then are gone now."

"What the fuck are you talking about Joe? You can't see it huh you fuckin' dumbass? I am the fuckin' problem!" Roman stammered with his words as then Dean with little hesitation punched his fist right through the walls of his hotel rom. The thought of leaving Vivienne and breaking her heart once more makes him miss her all the more. He found himself craving for her to be here. A part of him didn't understand why he found himself in an evident mental decay.

"AJ is done with Jon. You said it yourself. Vivienne handled it. Stop trying to throw away possibly one of the two good things you got going on for yourself due to your fuckin' tantrum. Never take action on temporary emotions." Dean carefully listened to Roman's words as he stared down at his battered knuckles that easily tore and quickly bled. His hands hurt, the fingers ached and the sensation felt like that of a heartbeat.

He's been mentally preparing himself since Vivienne and AJ met at the bar back in the states - when he hugged her, and fucked her like mad back at their room. The screech never faded even when he held her and he wasn't sure what exactly was it. He wanted her all to himself - there was no doubt about it. Dean would press his back against the wall as he slid down and alas all the frustrations within him were let out.

He wailed - as all he did through gritted teeth and cries of pain shed tears that one could swear due to the reflection of light off his rather tomato coloured flesh that it looked like blood. Roman simply sighed as he stood by side his tormented friend as he then rested his hands onto his shoulder - giving him a slight squeeze. Seth came into the room and noted the discord within the vicinity. He eyed Roman whom simply met his gaze.

Seth found himself sucking his teeth as he stood before Dean whom was on the floor craddling back and forth - muttering to himself barely inaudible words. "Not again... What is going on now?"

"I don't think its wise that him and Vivienne spot each other. He's not exactly in a good place." Dean couldn't pay much attention to the words that Roman and Seth spewed towards one another. Their expressions stated it all as Seth only glared back and forth from Dean to Roman. But at the moment, Dean didn't care. He simply urged to piece himself together yet found himself unable to do so. The screech became all the more maddening as he simply thrashed about once more before the rush of emotions allowed him to submit to the darkness of his mind and his heart.

"See. That wasn't that bad at all. You're almost a natural at this." Vivienne in awe stared at Ziggler whom backstage as the arena was preparing for the show that was to come in a couple of hours. She chuckled as she stared down at her sheet once more, mentally receiting the lines. "Shit, that wasn't that bad at all. I just hope I don't flake or something when I am in front a shit ton of people ya know?" Ziggler simply smiled as he leaned against the wall and Vivienne sighed in relief as she was right by side him.

He could smell her from this fair distance and found his insides roaring for her once more. He missed her - on a true intimate basis. Ziggler glanced to the side as then came walking down the passage was not only the head COO - but also the infamous man known on stage as Bray Wyatt.

Never she bumped into the head of the rather intimidating cult known as The Wyatt Family. She gulped - although Bray Wyatt is simply an on-screen character - something about the bearded male in the Hawaiian shirt, all white pants and snake skin boots struck Vivienne's chord. He reeked of all she's fascinated by, danger. She locked into his eyes and found herself pried by this undescribeable force. She swallowed the knot that developed in her throat. "Ms. Lopez allow me to introduce you to Windham Rotunda - otherwise as you probably known as Bray Wyatt." This wouldn't be the first time she's ran into Bray, seeing as when she from a distance watched FCW matches around the time her brother was still in developmental. Back then, he was known as Husky Harris - something much more different than the man he stands as now.

Bray, with a sick menacing grin would simply extend his hand towards her direction and with much hesitation she took it into her own and gave him a firm hand shake. Ziggler placed a hand onto her shoulder - giving her a reassuring squeeze that managed to pull her away from the madness she was almost sinking herself into.

"It's a pleasure to officially meet you little bird. After all, it has been a long time we've blessed one another with our presence." Vivienne didn't say a word, instead quietly nodded as she then stared at Triple H whom proudly grin as he clearly had an announcement regarding the two.

"Vivienne you're going to be working with Windham. Think of it as you're to be interning with The Wyatt Family for a bit. You'll be tending to them - mainly Rotunda here as their personal physician. We decided to assign you specific superstars in which you'll be tending to and other than The Shield here. Also we are thinking of approaching a creative angle regarding The Shield and The Wyatt Family and we are hoping you're willing to be part of it. Of course this would be the only angle you'll participate in before you're taken away from the spotlight."

The spotlight has proven to be a Hornet's nest. Where only the crowd's excitement proved to be the buzzering sounds of the hornet. The WWE has proven to be all but a magical experience so far for Vivienne on a personal note. The one thing she found herself feeling reassured of with the WWE is the company she's managed to make. Ziggler, Reigns, re-newal of her relationship with her brother Seth and all the more with Dean Ambrose. The reason as to why she's found herself in a constant roller-coaster ride that proved to drive her mad. A madness she holds no resentment towards.

"This... When are you guys planning on doing this?" At her question she was given a new script in her hands. She glared at it and back up at Triple H whom simply answered her question with his gesture. "You have until tomorrow to learn it. This starts in Smackdown. So prepare yourself. For now you're going to tend to Windham and just be sure to keep a close analysis of his physical condition and how the three work together backstage."

"So now I'm some sort of assitant to you guys?"

"Think of your pay check at the end. The dirt sheets are making more of a name out of you now that the information of you possibly appearing within the ring has caused a buzz. Scandal never seems to stay away from you Ms. Lopez. Have a good afternoon." Vivienne simply turned her head to Ziggler who appeared rather irked from the news that was delivered.

"What the fuck is with this company?" That caused Bray to chuckle and before Ziggler could reply Vivienne found her wrist burning from the grasp like that of snake wrapping itself around a mice it was going to devour. The firm grip on her wrist caused her to gasp aloud as she tried to pry herself away from it only causing Bray to pull her towards his direction.

"What the hell is your deal?!" Both Ziggler and Vivienne at the same time cried out but Ziggler found himself unable to do anything.

"You're working with me now little bird. Come. There is much catching up to do." Vivienne turned to Ziggler whom simply glanced to the side and she found herself following this unknown soundwave that was washing into her mind. It was hard to make some sense of it. Mentally she winced as she found herself slowly divelging into the sound and without a protest would follow the rather enigmatic figure known as Bray Wyatt. By side him until his locker room she found herself unable to pry her gaze from his own as then in the room Bray simply removed his Hawaiian shirt before he rested on the bench.

"Don't fear a damn thing sweetheart. I'm not the bad guy at all. I'm simply trying to keep you away from all the rotten in this world." She was puzzled by his words, unsure as to what he meant, but the unknown force that found itself dominating her being didn't allow at the moment any protest. She instead stared at his arms that were covered in rather fascinating ink before she would be by side him pulling out a small flashlight that was in her backpocket.

Vivienne closed in to his face as she would flash the light into his eyes - enticing hues she wasn't sure as to why they made her hungry. She licked her bottom lip and found it cooled down by the rather soft breathing of Bray. "I saw your match so I am making sure you have no concussion of the sorts..." She whispered to him as he simply nodded to himself. From his eyes she then tested his reflexes as she tapped his knees with the end of the flashlight. She watched his legs function as normal - as then she took his one leg and raised it upward - stretching the muscles so they wouldn't hurt after the match.

Even at this position she could catch his scent and like a rabid dog it perplexed her mind. She was unsure as to what she should make of it. She held no understanding as to why she didn't even mind doing what she was doing. Instead found herself thinking of the nickname he dropped on her in their first meet - little bird.

"Does that hurt?" She pushed his leg back a little more. Bray didn't budge.

"Not at all..." That voice of his was rapturous. It echoed in her mind and her body coated in fever from the grasp he had earlier on her wrist. She glanced at her wrist - it felt tight and she couldn't understand why it felt as though his hand never left. The leg she held up quickly came down as then Bray Wyatt sat up on the bench, locking his eyes into Vivienne who was slightly kneeled over.

Her bottom lip shook, she felt paralyzed as she didn't budge an inch. He kept his eyes in lock with hers before his fingers approached her face as his thumb grazed her cheek for a mild second before he tucked her rustic coloured tendrils behind her ears. The slight graze on her skin felt as though it slit her cheek open and blood oozed right out of it. It burned.

She stepped back, flustered as she only stammered with her words. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

Bray only chuckled as he rested his back once more onto the bench. His fingertips would rub against one another as though he marinated her texture into his flesh. He kissed them afterwards and Vivienne whom observed this simply stepped back. The sound, the buzzing only became louder as she chuckled before rolling her eyes.

"And I'm here thinking this was an on-screen personality. You're the exact same guy as on television aren't you?"

"I have no idea what you speak of my dear. I promise you this however - I promise to make sure this experience goes as smooth as possible for you little bird. After all, I can save you from the madness that evidently enough circles your life..." He chuckled afterwards - the echo in the room would cause the goosebumps develop on her flesh with ease. She sat down onto the chair as she displayed him the script that was handed to her.

"This... Help me with it. I'm not exactly good at this shit."

Bray sat up once more and took the stack of paper from her hands. "Your Ziggler and AJ Lee angle has been snipped. However, the plan of returning The Shield remains. We'll be facing Ziggler along two other superstars. You're going to hit the lights and then your boys are going to take out Rowan and Harper in the dark before they disappear once more. However, because of you - I still manage to grab the win. You're going to talk in the microphone about us, The Wyatts and how I've saved you."

"So you're Christ and I am your Madgdalene?"

"I'll think Persephone and Hades suits us better little bird. You're a prisoner in my own hell." For once in a long time - Vivienne found herself shaking in fear from the simple use of words. Words after her encounter with Bray Wyatt proved to make her value all the more.

And her paying attention to him any honest second she gets. Bray Wyatt flayed her - revealed her spirit and took it into her grasp. Not only because The Machines managed to charge her to work with him, but also because his presence alone proves to be a rather dangerous mechanism.

"I think that can work." Vivienne felt as though she didn't have any control over what she said. She looked down at her hands for a mild second with disbelief as then she found herself fixated on the puzzling being before her. She cleared her throat.

"Lay back again, I'm going to check your arms and massage you for a bit." As she held his arm into her hands she felt her skin crawl with goosebumps once more. She shivered unsure about the sensation she found herself almost wanting to cry out from its morbid escatasy. She licked her bottom lip once more and remembered the cooling of his breath and she shook her head fiercely. She felt wrong for all these undescribable sensations.

She started to think about Dean. How he'll flash that loving grin of his, his raspy chuckle, the smell of cigarettes and old spice that clung onto him for dear life and how much of a pig he was when it came to eating. How her hands would feel trailing every defined feature of his body and how his lips would devour her with little to none tenderness. She felt raw.

She felt as though she was following this unknown sound that Bray Wyatt emitted. Her first time truly working with the guy and at night she found herself resting in her bed plagued with his name in her thoughts. She didn't manage to see any of the Shield members. Instead she spent the rest of her day with the one man that little by little within minutes to hours of getting to know him on a more personal note.

She hated that he taunted her thoughts. She tried blocking him with that of Dean but then again that proved to be avail. Bray Wyatt was the source of her mental torment. And his parting words Follow the Buzzards explained the sound that made her follow like the puzzled heathen that she is. She came to her room to find a Dean Ambrose who didn't budge an inch. Whom was unconcious on her bed and even when she budged him he remained asleep.

She sighed in relief feeling herself wash over with temporary reassurance as she pressed her forehead into his back and her hands rubbed his back up and down. She breathed in the familiar essence that wilded her so-called sanity. She closed her eyes and counted masked sheep dressed in Hawaiian shirts.