Cody and the Viper 1/?
Title: Cody and the Viper 1/?
Author: chelseatay
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, Swearing, Violence, and Beastiality (not in the way you're thinking).
Characters: Cody Rhodes x Randy Orton, and TONS more.
Summary: A favorite movie of mine is coming onto DVD now, which led to this. I don't think I need to explain much about it. Once you catch on and know the story, you'll know how things go down. If you don't know, haven't ever seen it, or were just entirely sheltered as a child; just follow along for the ride. We're turning a classic fairy tale into something much more. ;)
Disclaimer: I own nothing besides my own writing + idea. Credit to rkosenigma for helping!
"John! I've been waiting nearly ten minutes!" A loud voice bellowed, echoing through the walls of the large castle.
"Patience, sire, patience." John Cena spoke calmly, striding into the room with a silver platter in his hands. He placed the platter down on the stand beside the large chair that sat infront of the fire. Clasping his hands at his waist, John took a step back with his usual warm smile. "But just as you asked, Cook's freshly made croissants."
"Took long enough..." The young prince grumbled unhappily, glancing at the freshly baked pastries that were beside him. But true to his maitre d's words, the after dinner snack he had requested were still steaming. Proving how short time there was between now and their oven life.
"Yes well, Cook was half way done with cleaning up when he got your words. It was a bit of a hell hole in there with the rush to get things done. It is Christmas Eve after all."
The younger man even had to chuckle at the thought of the mess his cravings must have caused the kitchen staff. Looking up to John, he nodded curtly up at him while still seated in his chair. His half smile from his chuckle dropping to a hardened expression. "That will be all for the night. You're dismissed. Let the kitchen know they can clean up. And get Ted as well, tell him to make his rounds quick tonight. I know he mentioned most of the servants are leaving tomorrow to celebrate."
"Very well. You have a good night, sir." John nodded back in return, his smiling faltering slightly at the attitude of his prince. Silently, he turned an exited the room to head for his quarters for the night.
Glancing back and seeing that he was gone, Prince Randal sighed to himself. Christmas, bah! Bah humbug! Just another excuse for his servants, maids, and workers to leave him for the day without consequences. They should be with him, waiting him hand and foot to please him whenever he asked. He was Prince Randy Orton, dammit. He deserved the world on a silver platter if he asked for it.
Reaching his hand out, he took a pastry from his own platter and ripped a chunk out of it. Chewing thoughtfully, he let his eyes glaze over the fireplace. The only noise was the crackling sounds that came from the burning wood inside of it.
Swallowing his food with his mouth open to take another bite, he heard the knockers begin to bang weakly against the front doors of his large manor. They were far too heavy and big for any gust of wild to blow them, even on a winter night like this one. Someone or something had to be at the doors, waiting for an answer.
"Who the hell...? At this hour?!" Randy groaned irritatedly. He would have called for someone to answer the blasted door, but everyone was probably out of ear's reach of his calls by now. With a grunt, Randy heaved himself up to his feet and placed his half eaten croissant back on its platter.
Moving through the house to get to the doors, Randy fixed the silk cuffs of his sleeves as he went. The heels of his freshly polished shoes made a 'clacking' noise with each step he took along the elegant, marble floors. Grasping a firm hold of the handle, he near effortlessly pulled open the door far enough to at least see who was outside. For only a fool would open his door completely and be open for attacks. Not to mention how horribly cold the night air was that seeped through the opened space.
The sight on the door step was certainly one he would have never guessed to see. Especially not at his manor.
Looking up at the creeking door with pure blue eyes, an eldery woman stood in the bitter cold night. She hugged herself, clearly shivering in the ragged cloak she wore. Her eyes were the only thing of beauty, if you could even consider it. She was short, made even shorter with her hunched back. The hands that hugged herself for warmth were boney and gnarly. Her long fingers had multiple warts on them that made Prince Randy's lip curl in disgust. Her face? Don't even get him started. Her nose was crooked and hooked, her chin long and curved. Although the color of her eyes were something, one pupil looked at him while the other went off to the side. Her eyebrows were dark and bushy to contrast with wiry white hair she beheld. Seeing him stand in the entry way to his estate, the elderly pointed a shaking finger at him.
"Ye. Ye be Randal? Prince of this here castle and land?" She weazed out hoarsely, her voice just as bad as her hideous appearance.
"Who else would I be, old woman? Do I look like a servant? Now what makes you think that you can just bang on my door in the middle of the night?" Randy demanded, cold eyes narrowed at the older woman. He crossed his arms tightly over his chest.
She frowned sadly, her eyes looking up at him pleadingly. "I am sorry, but ye must understand. I am an old woman with no family or shelter from this cold and bitter storm. I only ask ye to be so kind and take me in, only for the night. I only ask for a place to stay and some food if it isn't a bother for ye, your highness."
Sneering down at the elder, Prince Randy shook his head and held a hand of refusement out infront of her. "No. I do not have room for you to stay here at my castle. Beggars who do not give anything in return are not welcome. As Prince of this land, I dismiss you away."
Beginning to step back inside and hand ready to shut the door, he was stopped as the woman's croaking voice continued to speak to him. "I do not have much, but I can offer ye tis a single red rose in return for ye kindess."
Reaching into her stained and torn up cloak, her gnarly fingers pulled out a gorgeous red rose and offered it up to him. But his cold heart wasn't affected by her words nor her giftly offer. Prince Randy scoffed and shook his head in refusal. "A rose? You think I would waste my food and room in my house for a rose? You are mistaken, you old begger. Leave this place and find elsewhere to stay. You are not welcome here."
And just as he was closing the door, Randy Orton was nearly blinded by the brightest of lights he had ever seen. The old woman was consumed in the light, for no matter how much he squinted, he could not spot her anywhere.
Soon though, the light began to vanish and Prince Randy's jaw dropped down to the floor. There, right on his door step, stood the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his entire life. More grand than any queen, princess, or maiden in the land. Even put together! More beautiful than he could ever imagine in his dreams.
She was possibly taller than him, with absolute faultless posture. Her presense just radiated with great power and confidence. A long, flowing gress dress made of the finest silk covered her perfect body, though sleeveless to show off her flawless milky skin. Her eyes were so blue that neither the sky nor ocean on the cleariest of days could compare. Shiny blonde hair flowed in curls over her shoulders and down her back. Her lips were plump and pink, hyponitizing to any man. He was a gentleman, but even the prince had to admit, her rack was incredible as well. That was one feature of her body that made his eyes linger longer than he should have.
He was no fool though. The only explanation for all of this was one thing. Magic. Powerful magic. For whatever reason it was or why he was choosen, he was puzzled beyond belief. But Randal Orton fell to his knees, his own cerulean blue eyes gazing up at this gorgeous woman. His strong and handsome face softened desperately, for he knew he had to be in some sort of trouble.
"Enchantress? Wh-what do I deserve for the pleasure of you coming to my humble manor?" Randy's voice began to stammer out nervously, the woman looking curiously down at him.
"So now that I look more presentable, your attitude has changed. Has it not, Prince Randal?" Her heavenly voice spoke to him, displeased. Her voice flowed smoothly, sounding like bells to his ears.
"I'm sorry, I-I didn't know it was you-" He tried to apologize, but the Enchantress cut him off with that angelic voice.
"It is too late, Prince Randal. I have seen and heard enough from you. I have been watching you lately and tonight has proved my suspicious. You are a spoiled, selfish, and unkind prince to your people. You treat others like dirt on the bottom of your shoes. There is no love in your heart, as a rightful ruler should have. There will be a punishment, Prince Randal."
"A punishment?! My kingdom?! No! Please don't take it away-" And again, his pleadings were interrupted by her. His eyes were widened and full of panic as he waited for what this punishment was bound to be.
"Hush. You must learn to love, Randal. You must learn to love by a person's true beauty. And true beauty lies within a person, not what you see on the outside. Soon enough, you and every single being in your castle will understand that. You rejected my rose, but you will now take it. My rose will bloom until your thirtieth year of birth arrives in five years. Once the day comes, my rose will begin to die. When the last petal from it falls and if you have still not learned to love and get that love back in return from another, you will remain what you are forever." The Enchantress spoke, almost with sadness in her voice. For she seemed not angry, but disappointed with the young prince. She shook her head while casting her eyes down at him while he sat at her feet, confused more than anything else.
"What are you talking about? What I am? What am I supposed to be-"
But this time, she wasn't the one to interrupt him. Randy's words ended on his own accord as a ear piercing, blood curdling scream came from deep within him. Pain filled his body, pain that made him want to die at that insant to end it. It sweept quickly through his viens and bloodstream as the brightest of all transforming lights now came and devoured his human body without mercy.
--Authour Note's: Don't recognize it yet? Don't worry, you will. This was just Randy's background, Cody comes in next chapter so just stick with me. And I loveeee comments about anything concerning the story. Thanks for reading!