Title: Love Bites

Part: 1 out of ?

Warnings: AU, violence, slash, might be OOC (sorry in advance if it is!), and now comes with vampires and werewolves and other creatures among other things! ;D

Pairings: Eventual John Cena/Sheamus (Cenamus); other pairings will be showing up later on.

Genre: Action/General/Horror/Romance/Supernatural

Rating: PG-13 for this chapter; rating will go up from the violence and slash galore.

Summary: Stephen Farrelly is known to everyone in the world as the famous Irish wrestler that goes by the name Sheamus, as to keep to the roots of his birthplace. He considers himself lucky that everyone has not even considered comparing him to the one that that he truly was: a vampire. He is a two hundred and thirty four year old vampire who took the biggest risk in his undead life to compete with the humans in the wrestling world. But what happens when someone finds out his secret? And what will he do to make them keep it a secret?

Author: Hellsing_Girl23/YamixYuugiLover

Author's Note: So, this idea of writing a vampire AU popped into my head a few days ago, so I decided to write it out. The idea of Sheamus hiding from everyone that he is actually a two hundred plus year old vampire intrigued me greatly! So here it is! Please tell me if you think I should continue this or not! And I do hope everyone will enjoy this! ;3 And to those still awaiting an update on Saucy Night, I'm sorry! My laptop is all screwed up, so I'll be trying to write it up as soon as I can on this computer that I'm now on for you guys!

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Life was going the way he planned it to go from the start, and he sincerely hoped it stayed that way for as long as it could. 'Well, unlife for me, but no one needs to know that anytime soon.' He chuckled at himself, pale green eyes staring at his reflection in the mirror before him as he got ready to go out to have a drink with an old friend of his at the local club near the hotel. His head tilted to the side as he gave himself one last check in the mirror, humming with approval at his choice of clothes tonight; a navy blue short sleeve button up shirt that snuggly fit his lean torso with midnight black jeans hugging his muscled legs, the outfit completed with his black steel toe boots he loved to wear at every outing he went to at night.

Feeling satisfied with his appearance, Stephen went around his room to grab the essentials he usually had on his person at all times and placed them in his jean pockets before heading out the hotel room. Within minutes of leaving his room, the World Champion strolled out of the hotel he was staying in for the week with a grin on his face as he lost himself within sea of people who were busy traveling from place to place. Using one of his many gifts as a vampire, Stephen leisurely let himself briefly scan the minds of every other human, grinning at the thoughts that he caught in his mind. From wanting to get back to their dwelling to sleep off the tough day they had to rushing to a party for the sole purpose of having fun all night long till the morning comes, he shook his head in amusement while closing off his mind power ability. He rarely used it anyway, ever since he became a successful wrestler he slowly but surely stored away all his vampiric powers away deep within himself as he forced himself to become more human to fit in with his fellow human wrestlers.

Stephen stopped for a moment as he looked at the colorful club he was now standing in front of, eyeing the various signs of free drinks with amusement as he stepped into the lively establishment, the scent of various aromas ranging from lust to beyond drunken were coming off in waves from the patrons. He easily glided through the dancing masses, working his way towards the bar, a smirk forming on his face as he saw a familiar form sitting alone with a shot in hand, sauntering up to straddle the bar stool next to the lone guy for a moment, then sat down as he called for the bartender to get him an ice cold beer.

"You know, I smelled you a mile away. Hell, I think you won the gold medal of being the only vampire I'll ever know in my entire life that has the worst smell of pine and death mixed together." Stephen's old friend, who was also known in the wrestling business as Triple H commented, earning him a playful punch in the shoulder from the vampire.

"Ya got me there, Hunter. But don't think ya smell any prettier than me though. Ah swear every time ah pick up on yer scent it's like a combination of a sweaty dog and an entire isle of cologne mixed together. Not tha best thing ta smell ya know." The vampire shot back, earning him a glare from the other as he easily popped the cap off his beer and took a sip of it, cradling the neck in his hand.

"You are never one to be outdone, huh Stephen? Well, okay. You got me there." The Game ordered himself another shot of vodka before lowering his voice as the bartender turned away to fix his drink. "So, how goes the hunting? Oh, and if you see the resident witch in the city, tell her I need more of that swift potion, would you?"

The Irishman blinked a bit before answering his friend in a low tone as well, "Huntin' in this city has been really easy. Especially with all the known hot spots ah had marked out last year is still as accurate as ever fer today. Surprised ya haven't seen her yet…And will do fella!" He took another sip of his beer before firing a question of his own at the other. "So how's the wife and pups? And the pack fer that matter?"

The Game gave Stephen a shoulder bump as he was handed his shot, downing it in one second before giving him a reply. "You still have all those maps of every city we have to stay in? Now that's dedication, my friend. Stephanie is still her lovely bossy self, and the kids are growing beautifully. As for the pack though, they have been getting restless. Ever since we reunited a few weeks back they now want to have another run around the world once again, which you know as well as I do that it just won't happen."

"Well, ah wish ya the best of luck getting' tha pack quiet and calm again, Hunter. Hopefully bein' on tha road again without them will help alleviate the restlessness yer pack is feelin'." The vampire gave his friend a sympathetic pat on the shoulder, shaking his head as he took a large swig of his drink this time around, letting his gaze settle on a blank spot on the wall ahead of him.

"Thanks pal. That's what I wanted to hear tonight. After this last shot do you want to take a small stroll? I have more important things to talk to you about, you know." Hunter gave Stephen a wolfish grin, showing off his canines to the other.

"If ya weren't my best friend, ah would have declined. Cause ah have tha feelin' ah know what it is ya want ta talk about." He drank the last of his beer and was about to pull out his wallet to pay for his drink, but the other stopped him and shook his head at him.

"No no. I got this. You just go ahead outside and get some fresh air, buddy. And yes, get yourself ready for our 'talk'." The Game pushed the Celtic Warrior off his seat, nearly making him stumble as he gave a sigh at his friend before strolling straight out of the club, ignoring all the weird and lustful stares that were aimed at him as he made his way outside.

As soon as he stepped outside, the World Champion looked up at the now cloudy night sky, sensing the change in the wind pattern; it was going to storm soon. 'Mmm…Hopefully the storm will start soon so I won't have to talk tonight about the one thing Hunter seems so adamant to speak about every time we meet up like this every other night.' A sigh escaped him; of course that wasn't going to happen, because he knew how persistent his friend could get when it came to helping him out with his own personal problems.

'Guess that is what I get for having a werewolf as a best friend.' He chuckled at the thought; who knew he would wind up having a supposed enemy of his own kind as a friend? He briefly thought back to the day he met The Game nearly a century ago when he was starting to travel out of the safe haven of his birthplace in Ireland; it had been another freezing winter day for the vampire, having to travel outside the city in knee deep snow to the nearest small village for some shelter from the upcoming morning which by his internal vampiric body clock was in a few hours. Luckily the weather had calmed down midway en route to the village, the clouded sky blocking any and all view of the stars and moon for the vampire. He continued to trudge his way through the snow until he nearly face planted into the white crunchy snow from tripping over something that was underneath all the snow. Stephen thanked his lucky stars for his preternatural speed as he quickly gained his footing gracefully, spinning around to see what he had tripped up on.

Turned out it was an injured wolf, which looked near death with the cuts and bruises it had on it. Feeling sorry for it, the red headed vampire took off his coat and placed it around the injured beast, lifting it up easily and carried it all the way to the village, where he tended to the poor thing, only later realizing he had a werewolf on his hands as his patient finally woke up in front of the small fire he made for him, eyeing the familiar sign of silver eyes of the other as they stared at each other for a moment, the silence only breaking when Stephen took a step towards the werewolf and offered the last wool blanket he had in his arsenal, gaining instant trust from his patient with one sentence: "Hey fella, ya probably still feel like hell, so take this would ya?"

A punch to the shoulder brought the World Champion back to reality as he looked at the wolf he so long ago saved and gave him a grin. "Hate it when nostalgia hits me at random points of time."

"Ha! Only goes to show that you are indeed, old. And smelly. Don't ever forget smelly." The COO snickered, earning him a hard glare from the vampire as both men started to stroll down the sidewalk side by side at their own pace, the crowd growing thinner by the second as the night went on, the wind picking up a bit as the pair wondered aimlessly around, the silence between them only lasting a brief moment before Hunter finally brought out the subject he always felt the need to talk about with his Irish buddy.

"So, how goes the search for your own blood mate? Any new candidates you have your eyes on this time around? Or are you still being secretive about that?"

A sigh came out of Stephen as he looked up at the cloudy sky while replying back with a sad chuckle, "Its tha same as ever, fella. No luck at all. No ta both questions, by tha way. Fear ah'll be mate less forever with tha way my chances are lookin'."

"That is nonsense my friend. Hell, I know if I found my mate then you can as well! So you haven't got your eye on anyone yet? It's hard to believe you on that, Stephen. Especially since I know that there are a few Superstars that certainly have their eyes on you." He baited the Irish vampire, this time hoping he would take fall into the trap he had just set up with just that one sentence.

Stephen gave him a dirty look. "Really now, Hunter? And how would you know that?"

Triple H grinned victoriously. 'Bait taken.' "You don't notice the stares you get when you head in and out the locker room? I know you can sense the change in mood when you are around the guys. And no, don't you dare say that you can only sense their fear of you, that excuse is as old as the both of us put together. I'm no mind reader like you, but I certainly can tell that just from looks alone that you have a few secret admirers right now."

Stephen huffed at him, letting his mind run through the list of Superstars and mentally checked off the ones he knew wouldn't be interested in him. He frowned when he marked off every single wrestler that came to mind, turning his head towards the werewolf, who looked way too smug right now for the vampire. A scowl was now etched on his face as he finally put the pieces together at what the COO did and scrubbed a hand down his face, eyeing the other with a glare as he decided to play along with Hunter.

"Okay ya mangy mutt, ya got me. So ah'm curious in knowin' who is interested in me. Though really ah should be muzzling ya fer trickin' me like that. So spill it out now!" Stephen fought off the urge to punch the smirk that was on his best friend's face right now, instead clenching his hands into fists at his sides, forcing himself to keep cool under the smug gaze Triple H was now throwing at him.

"Haha! Don't give me that look, you ancient bloodsucker! So what if I caught your little white lie? I knew someone had caught your eye! And for the record, I'm going to withhold the information on who has a crush on you now! How about this: I will tell you now if you tell me who you are interested in! Or else I'll just give you small hints about who your crushes are!" Hunter replied, ducking to avoid a swing from the World Champion.

"Sometimes ah wonder why ah even put up with ya, yer a lousy friend fer a werewolf." Stephen shook his head, only to stop for a moment when he felt a raindrop splash on his cheek. Looking up at the sky, more raindrops started to come down upon him, and pretty soon rain started to come down at a steady pace for the two companions.

Hunter sighed, but gave his vampire friend one last grin before turning around in the general direction where his family was dwelling at, satisfied that the streets were near empty right now. "Well, guess this is where we split ways, Stephen. I'll give you a call tomorrow night, alright? We will definitely have to talk about this more next time around! Have a great night!"

Before the vampire could say anything, Hunter was gone within a blink of an eye, using his preternatural speed to run back home, leaving Stephen boiling in his own thoughts while still standing in the rain looking like he was lost. "And a good night ta ya as well…" He mumbled under his breath, turning his own self around to start strolling in the direction of the hotel he was staying in, walking at a brisk pace under the continuous wet weather. Luckily his walk with Triple H had led him a few blocks away from said hotel, so he was extremely glad when he rounded another corner and saw the entrance of the building just a block away from him now.

The Irish wrestler sighed when he finally went into the lobby of the hotel, feeling a little chill go through him at the cold sensation of the top part of his shirt being thoroughly wet from the rain. He shook his head a bit and smiled as he spotted the familiar green shirt wearing Cenation leader, who was patiently waiting for the elevator to come back down from whatever floor it had been on before he had gotten there. As soon as he got within close range of Cena, the man turned around sharply at his presence, covering up a sigh of relief with a smile as he greeted the Irish vampire with a playful punch to his shoulder.

"Hey there Sheamus! How are you tonight? Got some pretty bad weather tonight, don't we?" John chuckled as he eyed the wet shirt Stephen now sported with interest.

"Good evenin' Cena! Ah'm alright and how about yerself? The storm caught me while ah was out it seems. Tha bad weather is said ta last fer a few days from what ah heard." Stephen shrugged, biting back a yawn that threatened to come out as he stared at the lift, vaguely wondering what could be taking the elevator so long to get to the lobby.

"I'm okay, just want to get some sleep now after a long day of work. This storm has come at the perfect time! I can usually sleep much faster at the sound of rain and thunder right outside the window." The Cenation leader gave the other man a smile as the elevator finally dinged, the doors sliding open to an empty lift. Both men got on at the same time, John doing the honors of pressing the button that led to the floor where their rooms were located at and continued to talk to the Irishman in earnest.

"So Shea, how have you been lately? It feels like it's been a while since we've last talked to each other. And no, having small chats in between the meetings with Vince doesn't count! I mean like really talk, like telling each other what is on our minds, making fun of the other guys and just chill out with each other." The Cenation leader ended his little rant with giving the Great White a playful shoulder bump, both men standing close to each other as they watched the light on top of the doorway go higher with every passing second.

Stephen let out a chuckle and ran a hand through his wet spiky hair, almost forgetting how enthusiastic Cena was when it came to having conversations with him. He could admit to himself that he missed hanging out with the Boston-born wrestler; since he was one of the few people he actually admired and liked to have around him all the time. But he wouldn't admit that out loud to anyone, especially Hunter. 'If he ever caught wind of where my thoughts right now he'd never let me live it down. Mangy Mutt.' He quickly shook his head from his train of thought and grinned at John, throwing his arm around his shoulders in a friendly manner as his eyes shined with amusement.

"Well fella, it has been such a long time since we've done anythin' together, so here is what ah propose we do: We go look at our schedules, find that one free day we both have at tha same time, and spend tha whole day just hangin' out with each other. How does that sound fer ya? Hell, ah'll treat ya fer breakfast and lunch if ya like!" He patted Cena on the shoulder a few times before letting him go, not noticing the flash of disappointment on John's face as he put some distance between them, a smile playing on his face as the Cenation leader gave him a thumbs up that came along with goofy smile from him.

The doors to the lift slid open before either could say another word to each other, both of them stepping out and walking down the hallway to their respective rooms. "I'll give you a ring in a few minutes to tell you which day I'm free and hope that you'll be free as well!" John commented as he stopped at the door that led to his room, watching as Stephen took a few steps past him until he stopped in his tracks to turn around and look at him.

"That sounds good ta me! Ah'll talk ta ya then, Cena! Good night fella!" The vampire gave him one last smile before he respectively said good night to him as well before slipping inside of his room with the door softly clicking shut behind him, leaving the Great White standing there in the middle of the hallway by himself.

'Guess I should be heading to my room and wait for John's call then. A bit excited about spending time with him, but I don't know why…Maybe sleep is finally catching up to me.' He heaved a sigh at his confused thoughts, casually strolling to his room that was the last room at the end of the hallway. Within a minute he was in his room and searching for the book he always had with him at all times that contained his weekly schedule. The World Champion frowned when it wasn't in the spot he last left it in, which was on the coffee table in the living room portion of his room. 'Could have sworn I put it right there…Where did it go?' It was at that moment he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up in place, automatically rising from his crouched position in front of the coffee table to look around for the intruder he now sensed, only rolling his eyes at the big shadow that formed on the nearest wall closest to him, the shape forming up in the shape of a human girl.

Stephen sighed and gazed at the shadowy form for a few more seconds before going back to his search, not missing a beat to address the intruder with a semi-serious tone in his voice.

"Alright, missy. Quit playing around. Aren't ya supposed ta be with yer boyfriend right now?" He snorted, rolling his eyes when he heard a giggle come from behind him, only to glance back at the now recognizable body that belonged to the one and only current RAW General Manager: AJ Lee.

"Oh Stephen, you really are a treat these days." AJ smiled wickedly as she walked toward him while waving around the one thing he had begun searching for. "First off, my 'boyfriend' is out with the boys tonight. Secondly, I just couldn't resist sneaking into your room to see if you really do live messy or not." She gave the place a look over before giving him a wink, "And I see that rumors were…kind of right about you. You have clothes strewn all over the place, but it's not that bad. Thirdly," She threw the book to him, sitting down on the love seat to stare at him as her expression went to friendly to serious within a split second. "I have news for you."

"Good or bad news?" The vampire blinked a bit as he easily caught the book and gave a weary glance to the enchantress, wondering what could be wrong now within their secretive operation of keeping the world blind from the creatures that lived in disguise with the humans. The Celtic Warrior sat down with a sigh and opened the book in hand while patiently waiting for April to continue with whatever news she had to give him tonight, idly letting his eyes scan the pages to look for an opening to mark down as a day he could spend with John.

April gave a little sigh, raising a hand up to examine her fingernails as she began to tell her Irish friend of the recent sightings of ancient ritual pentagrams showing up randomly in alleyways and as graffiti on walls around the city, as well as whispers from the witches that there was something big and terrible was about to happen in the near future if they didn't do anything about it.

"So all in all Steph I think we have a big case on our hands. That and I actually have a few pictures of these people who create these ritual pentagrams just from tonight! I really think they are up to no good!" The RAW GM paused in her story to get up and steal some ice cream from his mini fridge, remembering to get two spoons this time around as she came back into the room and with a flick of her wrist made the documents she had about their new enemy appear in her hand and handed it to the Irish vampire, plopping herself right next to him as she opened the case of ice cream and began to eat it hungrily.

Stephen gave her a look as he eyed his ice cream that she stole, shaking his head in amusement at the extra spoon she placed on top of his leg as he lifted himself up from the couch for a minute to get his cell phone from his back pocket and texted John his free days this week, all the while keeping an eye on AJ who was eyeing him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Sinking back onto the couch, he sent his text and put his phone and book on his other leg, letting his head fall back into the couch pillows as he thought about what she had just told him.

"Ritual pentagrams ya say? What are they tryin' ta do? Summon a demon or a bunch of imps? Did ya get a look at tha pentagrams by chance, April?" He replied, frowning as she shook her head at his question with another scoop of ice cream going down her throat.

He picked up the spoon she left on his leg and scrubbed a hand down his face, the pictures he was seeing of these people AJ took didn't help him any with identifying what they were after, and he was about to give up until he saw one tiny detail in one pic that made his eyes widen in surprise and shock. "April…Smack me with tha spoon if ah'm wrong, but isn't that…A clan mark on this wall behind this person?" AJ smiled at him and took another bite of her ice cream before leaning over to see where he was pointing at, the smile vanishing from her face in an instant as she dropped her spoon and took the photo from him, grateful that Stephen had the gift of finding unusual things no other being could see.

"You are right! Wow! I so didn't notice that before! Let's see here…Looks like we are dealing with…"AJ had to pause a moment to match the symbol to the list of clans she had in her head, feeling herself fill with dread as only two clans came into mind. "Well Shea. We are in for a fight. Oblivion and Armageddon clans are the only two clans that have similar marks to this one in the picture." As soon as those words came out of her mouth, a string of both English and Irish curses came out of Stephen's mouth, for he knew exactly which clans she was talking about. He got up from his seat, completely ignoring the items he had on his lap drop to the floor as he started pacing a bit, trying to figure out how and why they were back this time around.

April was about to get up and comfort her friend, but both vampire and enchantress was startled by Stephen's cell phone ringing out of the blue. He quickly snatched it from the floor and immediately saw that it was John calling him, but before he answered it, AJ was already slipping out of the room with a sneaky smile on her face, silently thanking him for the ice cream and that they would talk more tomorrow about their plan of attack.

He shook his head at her grand way of leaving his room, and pushed the send button to get the information he needed from John before trying to get some sleep for tomorrow. Sheamus greeting his friend as he sat back down, grabbing his book and a pen nearby to write out whichever date Cena had for him.

"Looks like I'm free tomorrow. And then I'm free again two days after that for the weekend. So is tomorrow good for you, Sheamus?" Cena asked eagerly, hoping that he would see his Irish friend very soon.

Stephen nodded his head, deciding he would just talk to AJ later on tomorrow night. Right now he had an opportunity to have a great time with a close friend, and he wasn't going to let it slip through his fingers. "Sure! Tomorrow sounds great fella! What time do ya want ta meet up at?"

"How about around eight in the morning down in the lobby? We can go out to eat breakfast from there!" The Cenation leader replied, grinning as he heard a confirmed noise come from the other man.

"Alright! Ah'll see ya in tha morning then, Cena! Good night, fella!" And with that, the Celtic Warrior let out a yawn and got out the clothes he would wear tomorrow before stripping down to his boxers and lying face down on the comfy bed before him. He had a lot to do before he met up with John in the morning, and that included feeding so he wouldn't look or feel cold for the whole day. He cleared his mind of all the troubled thoughts that included the new cults that were on the rise and if he would ever have a mate anytime soon and fell into a fitful sleep, the last thought going through his mind was if he should try to talk to John to see if he knew how to tell if a person was attracted to you or not. Because he certainly was clueless when it came down to stuff like that…

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AN: So I hope you enjoy this chapter! ;3 So please tell me what you all think about it! :D This chapter is dedicated to my amazing roleplaying buddy who is another replica of AJ! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ICE CREAM BUDDY! ;P

In the next chapter, Sheamus will find it awkward when he starts asking John questions that comes to romance and such, AJ and Hunter will make an appearance to ruin Stephen's day, and of course an attack from one of the mysterious cults will happen on Sheamus' day off! Seems like he can't get a break, can he?