X-treme Wrestling Federation

"Br wary of him, Cain."

I sneered as I listened to the reflection of my brother. He'd bevome my advisor since he'd reemerged. The man he was speaking of was Azrael Ezebus. Was he a man? No. He was like me. An immortal. Cursed with eternal life but given great power. My power was destruction and being damned near indestructible myself. His seem to have something to do with time, which led me to ask...was he a chronomancer? Was he an angel?

Nein. He couldn't be. Of course, there was Castiel who attacked me and who I temporarily killed a week ago. You see, if he was an angel, then I had the power to destroy him. But his angelic weaponry also could injure me. Obviously, this worried me the least bit. Noone had presented a challenge to me before. Not like a life threatening challenge. My brother, however was more concerned with someone else. He broke my train of thought in a sharp tone.

"Cain!"

I growled.

"What!?"

I felt a sharp pain in my chest. His eyes glowed a neon blue as he clasped at his own chest where MY heart would be. I dug my claws into the sink and growled low.

"Don't raise your voice at me, Cain. You killed me. You don't get to disrespect me."

I bowed, subservient to my brother. For you see, he had the power to destroy me. That was another downside of "The Mark". When I received the magical rune, a vengeful God had connected my soul with my brother's. When we were at odds, he'd weaken me. But when I accepted him, I became what I am. Reborn as an immortal terror with godlike power. I panted.

"(Pant)...you...(cough) mean the human?

"Wyatt. Exactly. Do not be fooled by his words of acceptance. Do not allow him to mislead you and lower yourself to his level, Cain. He WILL try, but you are not a follower. You are strongest as a leader. We both know that."

I nodded my head. I saw the truth behind the words of my brother. In reality, HE was MY keeper. He always made me understand things more clearly. Of course, I felt his eyes glowering at me, and he spoke through his teeth. Or what would be teeth if he had them.

"You smell like dead redneck."

I felt a cold chill move up my spine. I knew what he was about to ask me. It wasn't going to be pretty.

"Ummm...yes...I had redneck for breakfast. Better than chink. I wasn't hungry..."

I actually chuckled nervously.

"An hour later!"

Rimshot from invisible drummer.

"Ja...I killed three rednecks earlier. All dead. No witnesses."

His blue eyes became slits.

"Do NOT fucking lie to me. I smell pheromones on you."

"Oh! Miako and I just ha-"

"Cain...don't lie."

I knew he would know. I mean yes, Miako had sex with me not too long ago. But those weren't her pheromones. The pungent odor of the southern girl from earlier had gotten on my clothes. Strangely, I'd never touched HER. But the fact remained that she was there. And apparently horny. Hrmf...should let them rape and kill h-

"-WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, CAIN?!"

I shrugged.

"I was having fu-"

"FUN MEANS LEAVING NO WITNESSES YOU FUCKING IDIOT! WHAT THE HELL?! I SLEEP FOR A FEW HOURS AND YOU GO COMMIT A TRIPLE MURDER AND LEAVE A WITNESS?!"

I sighed and looked down at the dirty floor of the hotel restroom.

"Alright. So I made a mistake."

"You damned right you did. Now you know what you must do, right?"

I nodded my head. I knew exactly what I had to do.

"Eliminate the problem. That part is clear. I am sorry my brother...I should have known better."

Abel grinned. I felt any of the pressure I'd previously felt leaving me as he dissipated from my sight. Deep down, I knew letting the girl live was a mistake. Deep down I knew I had not only put myself in danger. Not because of the prospect of human imprisonment. Nein. The whole thing was that the girl would alert EVERYONE to my precense. Which meant a mob of angry villagers. Which meant my secret would be exposed.

You get the point. Suddenly, I felt a set of eyes upon me. I turned around and saw...


I collected my thoughts and looked at my trophy bride, licking my lips. Oh, of course I had a face to put on. I mean, she just thought I was a really cool, really special German. Being a fan of Twilight, she loved the whole "Beast" mode. Not even she knew the truth. She looked at me quizically.

"Ummm....Rommy..."

I arched an eyebrow.

"Yes kitten?"

"There's some hick here to see you..."

She looked a bit pissed. After all, she was a very jealous young woman.

"...and she's super hot as far as trailer trash goes."

Oh my Gods. This can't fucking be happening. I gritted my teeth and noddes my head, not excited inthe least bit. This could mean trouble.

"Very well then. I shall meet with her."

She gave me puppy dog eyes. Tch. She knew that didn't work.

"Really? Can you not just send her away?"

I actually thought about that. I mean, the girl was just a hinderance to my very being. But remembering what Abel had told me, I knew I couldn't. I had to figure out a way to get rid of the girl. Which, "getting rid" of people was a specialty of mine. I cleared my throat and stood firm on it.

"Unfortunately I can't do that. Giovanni sent her to get an exclusive interview with me, you know. She's a rookie. Ugly as hell too. Yep..."

I can't tell you how badly I hoped that worked. She studied me for a moment, then smiled.

"Okay!"

Whew. I took her into my arms for a moment, and forced a fake smile.

"Besides, noone is as beautiful as you."

Gag. The things I did to conceal my identity.

"Come. Let's go see this rookie so I can show you how ugly she is."

"I saw her. All of her."

I listened to her as we walked, and talked. Of course she was mildly concerned. Because she knew as well as I did that this girl was anything but ug-...


Fuck. Why did she have to be trailer park hot? I mean yes, I hate rednecks. But their hot daughters? Oh my God. Things don't get any better from here. She wore the daisy dukes and a half buttoned shirt. She didn't have much to show, but what she had was perfect. Like Miako. I sighed, and focused on the task at hand. Of course, she spoke first. Not good.

"Mister Winters?"

I had to wonder deep down how she knew my name. Miako probably thought she had just done the necessary research. But I, well I didn't know any better.

"T-that's..."

I cleared my throat. Miako just looked back and forth between us, hands on her hips.

"That's right. That's me. I am The Original Beast."

I simply boasted, cool as a cucumber.

Fuck. Letting prey live always leads to trouble! What am I going to do now?!