Story Title: Mine

Story Type: Slash, AU

Characters: Randy Orton, Ted DiBiase, Cody Rhodes, Chris Sabin, Alex Shelley, Mike Mizanin, Alex Riley, Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy, Adam Copeland, Jay Reso, Justin Gabriel, John Cena, Evan Bourne and whoever else gets dragged into this one.

Pairings: Only Codaisi at this point

Rating: PG-13/NC-17

Disclaimer: We all know the drill; not mine, they belong to themselves and Vince/TNA.

Warnings: Language, Slash

A/N: So, I got an idea to do this AU story -I was reading my buddy's fic: InTheDark34 & The Life of a Teenage Nerd in RAW Highschool, check it out, it fucken rocks- when my Randy muse decided he wanted to be in an AU, but he wanted it to be a werewolf/vampire thing. Well, all my other muses decided to jump on the bandwagon and here we are. Hope everyone likes it; I haven't written anything as long as this story's promising to be since...well, forever, pretty much. Enjoy, peeps.

A/N2: For anyone who's curious, I am still working on the next story in my 'Family' series. I'm hoping once I work on this one for a little while, my muses will be more cooperative about the other story.

Randy leaned against a tree, looking around his forest absently. Something was off, he could feel it. Anyone who lived as long as he had learned to listen when their instincts were humming the way his were now.

Randy tensed when he heard a branch snap a few feet behind him but relaxed once he caught Ted's scent when the wind shifted. He had gotten closer then anyone else would have, but there was more then one reason why Ted was his second.

Ted waited another minute before trotting into the clearing, stopping when he was a few feet from his Alpha. He raised his gaze until he looked into Randy's eyes. After ten seconds, he dropped his eyes and looked at the ground.

Randy chuckled. Even when it was just the two of them, Ted was always careful to show him respect before they talked about anything. Ted sat on his haunches, mouth open in a wolf laugh as if he could guess what Randy was thinking.

Ted came up almost to Randy's chest, his dark brown fur was shaggy and tipped with white. His eyes were focused on Randy but he knew that part of Ted was always aware of his surroundings, was always accessing any scent, any sound for the threat it could bring. It was part of the price you paid for being dominant and for being alphic. If Ted wasn't content being his second, Randy knew he was capable of running his own pack. But Ted was perfectly happy where he was and Randy was glad for it.

"What's up, Ted? Need help with the hunt?" Randy asked out loud instead of using the telepathic link he had as Ted's Alpha. There was a shimmer around Ted; nothing fancy or bright, just a little break in the air that made Ted look hazy for a minute. Just a minute and then there was a man on one knee, his head bowed where the wolf had been.

"Get up, Ted." Randy told the younger man, making sure to keep his voice even. Ted stood and stretched before walking over until he was next to Randy. "What're ya doing over here?" Ted asked, curiosity and concern lacing his voice. It was a testament to the kind of Alpha Randy was that he didn't bristle at the idea of someone questioning him. Randy knew that Ted genuinely liked him as well as respected him, and the fact that Randy had been spending so much time alone was starting to worry some of the pack.

Wolves drew strength from their pack as well as from their mates. Werewolves were the same, and while it wasn't unusual for them to spend time alone, it was strange for someone to do it as often as he had been lately. Randy had been getting even more short tempered than usual lately. If his control hadn't been so solid -if he hadn't been use to controlling his wolf since he was a kid, there would have been more then one time when he would've seriously hurt someone.

Randy knew something was going to give, it was only a matter of time. He sighed and looked at Ted, his blue eyes slightly worried. "I'm just thinking. Something seems wrong. Off. I can feel it." Randy confided to Ted, his own eyes scanning the surrounding area. "Cody hasn't had any visions," Ted said, a small half smile on his lips at the mention of his mate.

Most wolves had specialized gifts or talents. Ted, for instance, had even better hearing then the heightened one that came standard. In fact, it was better then Randy's. Cody, Ted's mate, had visions that were frighteningly accurate. Most of them were warnings to the pack as a whole or for Cody personally. It was rare for him to have a vision about any one person.

As for Randy's talent? Well, he had more then one, actually. He was very strong telepathicly, even beyond the link he had with each of his pack that he was his right as Alpha. He could communicate with almost anyone and hear them as well. Most werewolves were partially psychic anyway, so communicating with other wolves was impressive, but not unheard of. What made Randy's gift so strong was that he could 'talk' with humans as well as he could with his pack.

His other talent was very strange; it only showed itself once every four or five generations: he could scent vampires. To every other werewolf he had known, they smelled like nothing. Which was one of the ways they knew it was a vampire. Even dead people -well, regular dead people, anyway, smelled sickly sweet, like something going bad.

"Course, that doesn't mean anything," Ted went on, scratching his bare chest. Both men ignored the fact that neither one of them had any clothes on. When you made the Change your clothes -and anything else you might have in your pockets or anywhere else on you- disintegrated and since they spent a good part of their lives Changing from one to the other, they learned to ignore it. After a while, clothes, no clothes, it was all the same.

"Well, it means that we're not headed for a major catastrophe," Randy drawled, raising an eyebrow. "That's good to know." "True enough." Ted agreed.

"What's up?" Randy asked. "You having trouble with the hunt?" "No; I left Mike and Adam in charge of hunting down Griffin," Ted growled, his eyes turning yellow for a second before he got himself under control.

Randy could understand Ted's anger. Griffin was a member of the pack; former member of the pack, Randy corrected himself. He was a rogue now, in the worst sense of the word. As such, he had forfeited all rights to a pack. He had forfeited it the first time he laid a hand on a human unprovoked. He had been able to hide what he was doing by being very careful and doing it far enough away from their territory that it hadn't triggered any of Cody's visions. But last week, he had made the mistake of attacking a human girl in town as she was walking home from a date.

Cody had woken up in a sweat, screaming when the vision had hit him. As soon as Ted realized what was going on he had called Randy and Randy had sent Ted out with Mike, Adam and John to chase him down. He had severed his tie to Griffin the moment he had gotten off the phone; it had been excruciating and Randy knew it was supposed to be. He was supposed to protect his pack, not leave them alone, but Griffin's crimes had been severe enough to warrant an public beheading in front of the rest of the pack. He was still undecided about that. For now, he had told Mike, Adam and John just to bring him in.

All three had told Randy that they had him cornered in a section of the mountains. He trusted them to know what they were talking about. They had a talent for tracking that was almost scary in it's reliability; as well as the strength and ruthlessness that made sure they did whatever they had to to keep the pack safe.

That coupled with their sense of loyalty and their power was why they were his enforcers. They answered only to him and Ted. Outsiders looked at the pack and wondered why it hadn't fallen apart. It wasn't normal to have that many alphic wolves in one pack; they should have all been snapping and fighting with each other twenty four/seven. Added to this already seemingly strangeness was that fact that Randy's pack was one of the few that accepted strays.

Ted gotten thrown out of his pack when he was only fourteen; his father had caught him kissing a boy from town and beaten him bloody (which took quite a lot for a werewolf, even one as young as Ted had been) before abandoning him on a highway road and telling him that he had no family.

Randy's father, Bob, had found the young wolf when he was out of town on pack business and had brought him to his house after getting permission from Vince, their Alpha. Ted had fostered with them until he was an adult. Randy had already been twenty-one and had taken Ted under his wing. It had been three years before Ted had confided in Randy about why he had been beaten and abandoned.

Randy had already known he was going to become Alpha one day, whether it was of his home pack or another one was the only thing that was up for chance. Randy had sworn to Ted that he would always have a home where ever Randy was.

When Randy was only twenty-seven he became Alpha and appointed Ted as his second. Randy defeated almost ten wolves the first week, killing all of them. Ted had fought almost as many, killing several of them and maiming the rest.

When Ted had mated with Cody six months later, only one person had questioned it and Randy's easy acceptance of the mating. Ted had fought him one on one until Shane couldn't walk any more. After that, no one had ever said anything; as far as the rest of the pack was concerned they had earned their place.

Despite these differences, or maybe because of them, the pack was thriving. There were fifty wolves, plus the cubs and teenagers. While they had their share of problems, there was hardly ever any serious fights that required him to step in.

Which brought them back to the Griffin problem. Randy frowned; Ted had mentioned Mike and Adam, but where was John? "John's looping back around," Ted answered his unasked question, displaying his knack for almost reading Randy's mind. "In case he manages to break away from Mike and Adam, John wants to be sure there's no escape route for him." Ted explained, managing to look both doubtful and proud of The Three's foresight. Randy agreed; while it was unlikely that Griffin would evade the trap that was laid out for him, it was always good to have a back up plan.

Ted's eyes glazed over and Randy could sense he was 'talking' with Cody. After a second, Ted focused back on his Alpha. "Sorry, Cody was checking in on the hunt." Ted explained. "No problem," Randy assured him. He was about to say something else when his senses started humming and a strange scent shifted through the trees. Ted went on alert almost as soon as he did, moving until he was standing in front of Randy, his eyes yellow and his claws out. His nose flared, trying to pick up a scent, growling when there was nothing. A second later, branches broke confirming his guess.

"Fangs." Ted stated, his voice a low growl. Randy nodded, deciding to go face the vampires instead of waiting for them. "There's at least two of them," Ted went on, his head tilted as he picked up the noise. "They're not being very careful. Could be a trap." It was a good guess; vampires could be quiet as a damn cat when they wanted to be.

"Change," Randy ordered, his eyes hard. "I want to show those fucken fangs who the hell they're messing with." Ted hesitated but stepped away from Randy, nodding. It was an insult to Randy for fangs to show up on their land without clearing it first. It was also grounds for a swift execution; one even their Makers wouldn't question.

Randy took a deep breath and reached out to the wolf that was pacing restlessly inside. An intense pain followed by sheer joy as he switched to the form that was his other half.

In minutes two wolves stood where the human males had been. Randy shook out his fur and stretched while Ted butted his head against Randy's side in affection. Randy gnawed on his ear, mock growling.

After they were done reestablishing the bonds of pack, Randy turned to go, moving so he was in the lead, Ted following on his right side, only two steps behind him. Randy was an inch or two taller then Ted was, but the younger man was bulkier then he was. Bob had once told them that they made the perfect team: Randy was built for speed and Ted for power.

This way, Randy told his second, scenting the wind and cutting across the ground that they were both so familiar with. They're by the caves. Ted cut across until he was in front of Randy. Let me go first, he told his Alpha firmly. It could be a trap.

Randy growled but consented; Ted was right and they both knew it.

Ted paused at the edge of the clearing, being sure to listen for any little noise; his eyes had already picked up the two vampires huddled next to each other, almost as if they were trying to get warm. They stumble toward the caves, too wrapped up in each other to feel that they were under the scrutiny of the only thing that could make them prey.

Is there anyone else around? I can't hear anything, but... Ted trailed off, waiting for Randy's confirmation. There's no on else here. Randy told him, mentally rolling his eyes when he 'heard' Ted's low laugh. Let's have some fun, Ted suggested, his tail wagging slightly. OK, Randy agreed, amused and ready to blow off some steam. Go for it.

Ted tipped his muzzle up and howled, the sound falling off at the end until Randy picked it up and howled as well, his longer and louder then Ted's had been. To anyone familiar with the pack, it would have been heard and understood as the happy and playful sound it was, but to anyone else. Let's just say, that the two vampires looking around wildly and then running full out for the caves, wasn't an abnormal reaction.

I love it when they run, Ted whined happily, letting Randy pull ahead as they started the chase. Randy couldn't help but agree as they loped easily after them, the vampires speed nothing compared to the werewolves.

As they pulled closer to the two vampires, Randy had no idea how dramatically his life was about to change.